#that said. the trip overall has been fun so far

[primatechnosynthpop]

Travel log: had some fun times today but failed miserably to uphold a respectable meal schedule

#we had a light breakfast which was like. slightly less than what i normally eat but it's fine it was enough to tide us over #then we thought we'd get lunch at a cafe we went to only it turned out not to really sell any substantial food #and by the time we wound up getting a proper ''lunch'' it was really more of a dinner #which we're still full from so we probably won't be eating anything else this evening #the time displacement certainly didn't help but also like. we just could have done better i think #we basically had like 1.5 meals today. maybe a full 2 if you're being generous but that's still below our batting average #that said. the trip overall has been fun so far

[see-arcane]

Our good friend Jonathan Harker is getting ready to leave for his business trip, Mina Murray is picking out a new journal, Lucy Westenra is charming a gaggle of smitten suitors, Abraham van Helsing is wrapping up his lectures, and Castle Dracula is prepping the guest room for a very long stay.

Which must mean that Dracula Season is here again!

 ‘Dracula Season’ being a catchall term for the voracious reading, memeing, writing, illustrating, analyzing, and general fun-having that’s ensued since Matt Kirkland’s project, Dracula Daily, caught on with us back in 2022. The Substack had already been running before then, but it sparked a conflagration as time went on and readers old and new to Bram Stoker’s Dracula—the actual novel, not Coppola’s fanfiction—devoured it in a way that scratched an itch none of us knew we had. Stoker wrote the book in epistolary fashion, clumping sections together as needed for the pacing without perfect adherence to chronological order. Matt went ahead and put all the events in order and proceeded to set up a lovely chain of emails that delivered entries on those correlating dates.

This style of organization and pacing turned out to not only make the virtual book club that much easier to engage with, but left space in-between to stew on the story and relate with the characters themselves. Every day of waiting in the book feels weightier when you have to pace and sweat and worry in tandem with poor Jonathan trapped in the castle or Lucy wasting away or Mina running out the clock before she loses the fight for her own humanity. And while we sat with the story or the lulls between Dracula Seasons, some of us found ourselves craving more of that ghastly gothic horror goodness to the point that we figured:

“Well. Why don’t I make something?”

And then we did! Tons of creative works have been churned out in the wake of Dracula Daily’s high. I figured that while we’ve still got a bit of time to wait for May 3rd, we should check out all this new stuff in the meantime. (Plus a handful of neat stuff that just clicks with the Dracula itch overall.)

So, in the interest of Dracula Season pregaming, let’s take a look at…

FICTION

Blood of My Blood – A recent addition to the Dracula Bad Ending AU pile, and definitely one of the most harrowing and addictive group-produced narratives I’ve ever come across, Blood of My Blood is the dramatically gothic currently-WIP work of @ibrithir-was-here and @animate-mush’s devious design. Give or take a heap of other fascinated folks (hello!) adding ideas to put more Horror into the Horrors that our cast has to face. The premise:

The Transylvanian climax went fatally sour and the Harkers were forced to shelter with Dracula himself, including their half-vampire son, Quincey. Cut to two decades later, and Quincey finds himself out in modern London, smitten with Lu, adopted daughter of Arthur and Jack, and diving into certain bloodstained old documents that detail the real history of how his parents came to live in the castle. Said revelations coming not a moment too soon, as a storm is coming for him straight from the Carpathians…

Dracula Daily Sketch Collection – An array of illustrations that captures every entry beat by beat, the Dracula Daily Sketch Collection by Georgia Cook, alias @georgiacooked was dished out over the course of the last Dracula Season. Some of the most fun character designs out there.

Fanfiction Spotlight: BlueCatWriter – With a whopping 99 works devoted to the novel Dracula (so far, the number may have gone up since I blinked), @bluecatwriter is one of the most prolific and talented fanfiction scribblers out there. Romances, nightmares, and overlaps between the two seem to crop up the most, give or take a crossover. Seems fitting that those blue paw prints have contributed to BoMB too.

The League of Extraordinary Gentlefolk – An ongoing comic in which all your favorite characters from the Classics section get together and tackle some perils ranging from the mundane to the monstrous. Started by the amazing @mayhemchicken and posted on @lxgentlefolkcomic, this series is a love letter to beloved Victorian era lit, with a spotlight on the two couples leading the League. Namely, the Harkers, ala Dracula, and the Nortons, ala Sherlock Holmes,’ “A Scandal in Bohemia.” Mina and Irene are the driving investigative and steering forces here, and still deeply in love with their likewise-infatuated husbands, just like in their canons! What a concept! Alan.

Without spoiling the full character list, just know there are going to be a ton of familiar faces roaming around before you finish reading the first arc. Said arc having conveniently wrapped up just a few days ago! Give the comic and its bonus silliness a look if you’re in the mood for a new comfort-adventure epic.

Re: Dracula – Probably the most well-known and incredible thing to come out of the initial Dracula Daily wave. This podcast is a full audio drama that follows the same format as the Substack, with episodes coming out in time with the entries themselves. And it has an unfairly cool soundtrack. They have a Tumblr with @re-dracula, a site and a Patreon to check out before the series kicks up again on May 3rd. (Also, keep an eye out for their next work, an audio drama in the same style with Carmilla.)

The Soldier and the Solicitor – Another treat from @ibrithir-was-here, this one involves a bit of time travel trouble. Quincey Harker has stumbled out of World War I and into the same dark forest where his father once fled for his life…then runs into the man himself, on that same night. Jonathan Harker, young and starved and lost, who has no choice but to trust this stranger while the Weird Sisters are at his heels…despite said stranger having no shadow. It’s a tasty emotional trek, already complete on Tumblr, but now it’s turning into a Webtoon. While Ibrithir is juggling a number of other stories, she’ll be redrawing spruced up versions of the comic and adding a few new scenes as things unfold.

Substack Stack – You know what’s better than one emailed-out public domain book club? A mountain of them. Just. So, so many of them. You’ll see that a lot of these are finished, but some are still ticking along. Either way, they’re all great picks if you’re craving some more old school lit to fill the void between undead emails.

Frankenstein Weekly – Frankenstein

Jekyll and Hyde Weekly – The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Voyage of the Nautilus – Twenty-Thousand Leagues Under the Sea

Letters from Watson – Sherlock Holmes

The Invisible Mail – The Invisible Man

Letters from Bunny – E.W. Hornung’s short stories of the eponymous Bunny and Raffles

Letters Regarding Jeeves - P. G. Wodehouse’s Bertie Wooster short stories, including the novel, Right Ho, Jeeves

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…The Beetle Weekly – The Beetle (NOTE: Do Not Read This.)

The Vampyres – A novella I finally wrenched through the gears of self-publication as of March this year. Starring a petite but powerful paranormal cast, The Vampyres, centers on an unscrupulous undead fellow who finds that the revenants of the world are being mowed down by an entity known only as ‘Quinn Morse.’ Between trying to save his neck and figure out where the shadowy bastard came from, the Vampyre in question crosses paths with a new paramour and handy human shield in the form of a grieving Good Samaritan. He’s even polite enough to invite the Vampyre into his home while he’s in dire straits! Surely this will end well. All the info is available here and a little author site is over here.

What Manner of Man – This is the one made for everyone who started out hoping there’d be a real love story with our good friend Jonathan Harker and the Count when he was at his most charismatic. Where that sea of wonders dried up into a mire of horror, What Manner of Man by @stjohnstarling keeps things firmly on the romantic tracks. This Substack stars the letter-writing priest Father Victor E. Ardelian as he finds himself meeting with one enigmatic Lord Alistair Vane. It isn’t long before interest turns into intrigue and intrigue into undead intimacies.

The entire novel has been completed—along with multiple epilogues in the author’s Patreon, allowing readers to choose for themselves just how the uncanny romance plays out in the end—and the Substack now has a number of other gothic goodies piling up in the meantime.  

NONFICTION

Dracula Daily: A Unique Reading Experience: This one comes courtesy of @realwomenofgaming. It’s a short and sweet piece that amounts to a fun snapshot of the entire Dracula Daily ride. A cozy couple-minute read.

‘Dracula Daily’ is the One Substack You Need a Subscription To: Features my favorite Matt Kirkland interview. @mattkirkland, if you’re still floating around on here, thank you for dispatching our vampire newsletter again this year.

Dracula Daily is Tumblr’s hottest new book club: Alright, the ‘new’ part is worn out by now, but this one is still a delightful article to swing back around to. Two years on, this Polygon piece is a time capsule of those early months when people outside our bookworm bubble realized we were all happily receiving letters from our favorite classic gothic horror blorbos.  

“How Mina Murray Became Dracula’s Girlfriend” – Princess Weekes, if you ever read this, thank you, thank you, thank you. I am sending oceans of love and millions of rewatches to your video essay. If you haven’t seen it yet, “How Mina Murray Became Dracula’s Girlfriend” is one of the most refreshing and well-made breakdowns of both the title subject and numerous other issues that have proliferated in the public view of Dracula’s cast and plot as adaptations endlessly warp or outright bastardize the actual novel. An incredibly cathartic watch.  

Literary play gone viral: delight, intertextuality, and challenges to normative interpretations through the digital serialization of Dracula: A mouthful of a title for an even more elaborate article about the Dracula Daily phenomenon. This one is a full-on study that analyzes just what happened within the big bloodsucker book club surge and how its ‘wandering reading practices’ enriched the experience for participants.

 “The Undying Undead: An analysis of the Dracula Daily community for a theory of online community formation and interaction” – We have a thesis on here! Look at that! @sirangelothebestest’s MA thesis used our vampiric book club as the bones for a massive brick of an academic piece that definitely deserves a look.

…And I think I’ll go ahead and cap things here.

This isn’t everything I got recommended, but if I had squashed all of it in here, I think folks’ eyes would start to fall out of their head. I hope you can find something cool to comb through here. Or, if there’s something great I overlooked, tack it onto the list! We’ve got just two weeks to go until we’re off with Mr. Harker. Let’s enjoy our respite before those castle doors close behind us.

#time for Dracula Season pre-gaming :3 #thank you to everyone who sent in their suggestions! #dracula #dracula daily #re: dracula

[suppose-i-was-worm]

By Virtue of Being a Frog

**it's not great, but here's my birthday fic for myself. Enjoy!**

Look, Danny wasn’t sure what happened. First he was just Danny, hanging out in Gotham on a school trip, and next thing he knew, he was a frog. Now, he didn’t know much about Gotham, but he figured frogs weren’t… common.

He could probably turn back- enchantments didn’t tend to stick on ghosts, but where was the fun in that? With a ribbit and a hop, Danny was off and away, fleeing with the rest of his be-frogged classmates. Except that his fleeing was with purpose. He wanted to get as far away as possible as fast as possible. He knew the class had been in the Diamond District- near a place called Robinson Park, and that Robinson Park was the last place any of them wanted to go.

So there he went. It wasn’t often he was able to get away from his classmates on school trips, so this was a prime opportunity. Even at the age of 18, he wasn’t really allowed to leave the group. But now, escaping in a city that had it’s own guardian ghost? Sign him the fuck up!

Danny dodged between feet, turning himself intangible a few times in order to not get squished, and soon the musty streets turned into lush grass. Croaking, he hopped further into the park- it was gorgeous, all overgrown and blooming. Sam would love it.

Part of Danny wanted to keep this gem in the heart of the darkest city in America to himself, though.

He heard some rustling in the foliage as he hopped through the jungle-like park, but paid it no mind. There was too much to see and to smell to worry about some wildlife.

Except for the frog thing. He’d forgotten about the frog thing.

An honest-to-Ancients hyena lunged out of the bushes and snatched him up. Danny croaked in surprise, feeling himself become dizzy as the canine beast started to shake him about.

It didn’t occur to him to drop the transformation, not until after a young man caught up to the hyena and made it drop him.

“I am very disappointed in you, Bud. We have had this discussion before- if you continue to attack small wildlife every time Harley lets me visit with you, I will not visit again. Do you understand?”

The hyena yipped and bounded off into the foliage, and the young man knelt down to inspect Danny.

“My apologies, he gets excited. Why not come with me and I will get you patched up appropriately?”

There was something to the cadence of the man’s voice, the soft accent, and the emerald eyes that made Danny freeze up.

He allowed the man to scoop him up, and felt himself be carried away. Something in him said that this man was the safest option for him now or ever. The stress of the last hour finally took it’s toll, and Danny felt unconsciousness wash over him.

~~~

“It’s a frog, Damian.”

“What is your point? I found it injured and it has not woken up. Fix it.”

“I’m not a miracle worker!”

Danny woke to a heated conversation over his head. He was pleasantly moist, surrounded by soft things, and overall, fairly content. The safe man was still here, and still safe, and Danny felt better than he had for the last four years.

Or the last… thirteen? How long had it been since he’d been adopted?

“Timothy, please.”

There was a pause, and Danny cracked open one eye. He was nestled in a small damp towel, and the two voices were coming from above him.

“Hey, it just moved!”

Danny opened his eyes fully to look up at his savior. Getting a much closer look at the man forced a startled noise out of his tiny froggy body.

“It is scared, Timothy, back away.”

“You back away! You’re the one frowning down at him from point-blank range!”

Both men started to move away from Danny’s nest, so Danny croaked another protest.

His big brother’s face was looking down at him, older and alive, and even if it was a doppelganger or a dream, Danny wouldn’t let him get away. Not this time.

It finally dawned on him that he could transform back, so with a leap (assisted by some flight and minor intangibility), he sprung from the cardboard box and into the air, where he allowed the enchantment to slough off, landing feather-light on his feet.

He turned to find a sword and some sort of projectile weapon aimed at him.

“Oops.”

“Who are you, and how did you come here?”

Danny raised his hands quickly, his eyes darting around to look for possible exits. Sure, he knew he could just vanish, but even a decade after the fact, he couldn’t get rid of the habit.

“Uh, yeah, sorry about that. I was a frog? And now I’m not. Not that I was a frog to start with, I was visiting Gotham with my school and we were all suddenly frogs, and then there was a hyena so now I’m here? Wherever here is?”

The person who was not his brother put away the projectile.

“There was a magic user attack in the Diamond District yesterday- he was pretty passionate about amphibians.”

“The others who were affected returned to their normal state within three hours, Timothy. I do not understand why this one did not.”

Timothy shrugged, opening his mouth to answer, but the man who was not not Danny’s brother continued.

“Or why he looks like someone who ought to be dead.”

It was Danny’s turn to shrug.

“I mean, in all technicality, I am? But also, did you say it’s been a day? My friends must be worried. Can I… go?”

“You are what?”

Timothy was looking at him curiously, and maybe!Dami was glowering. Ah, familiar.

“Dead. Technically. Oh, wait, you gotta promise not to tell. The Anti-ecto Acts would have my hide on a stick.”

Probably!Dami grabbed Timothy by the arm and pulled him away from where Danny was standing, muttering something in a low voice.

Too bad, Danny had enhanced hearing. Thanks, death!

“I suspect this is a League plant. He looks too similar to- He looks familiar, and in only the way one of Talia’s ruses to kill me would.”

Damn, okay, upgrade from probably to definitely. Except… Damian had been the Demon’s Heir, he would never address their mother by her first name.

Danny chose to feign cluelessness when the two turned their attention back to him.

“What are you here for?”

With a shrug, Danny continued his charade.

“I’ve never understood that question. What are any of us here for? That’s like asking what a prisoner did to get jail time. Crimes.”

“You have come to commit crime?”

Whoops, here’s to forgetting that League trained assassins were generally literal.

“No, that’s how prisoners get jail time. I’m here to live fast, kick ass, and eat grass. Veganism isn’t a phase.”

Ancients, what was he saying? Time to make an exit- but he would be back. He couldn’t live without Damian now that he knew his brother was alive and no longer under Grandfather’s thumb.

“Anyways, I gotta jet- smell ya later!”

Before either of the other men could react, Danny turned intangible and invisible, sinking through the stone floor and zipping his way back to the hotel he was supposed to be in.

It didn’t sink in until after the lecture from his teacher.

“Wait, was that the Batcave?”

#danny phantom #dp x batman #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc #damian wayne #danny fenton #tim drake

[kydrogendragon]

Sad Dads, please, for the wip game

Sad Dad!! I really liked this au and had this typed out about it, but never got to making into a true fic form, but I want to one of these days!!

Okay, so this was a Human!Au I had in mind. We've got freshly divorced Dream who's still getting used to not having Orpheus in his life on the daily and dealing with arranging schedules between him and Calliope and overall, having a not so great time.

Then, we've got Widowed Hob with young Robyn who loves the beach more than anything in the world. Except, apparently, the chance to go to Disney World with his cousins.

Hob still has work to do when they're planning to leave, so he leaves Robyn to have fun with his family and insists that he calls every day since it'll be the first overseas trip he's taken without Hob. (Yes, he's still with family, so Hob knows he'll be fine, but he worries!)

Hob, meanwhile, decides to treat himself with a trip of his own. So he rents out a spot along the coast and plans to make some progress on his research publication with the sound of the waves.

When he arrives to the little cottage far removed from society, however, he finds a car already parked there. Said car belongs to none other than Dream.

It's late in the evening and the weather's coming down hard. Driving back out with such little light on the precarious cliff roads it took to get here would be ill-advised, so Dream, not wanting this man to die on the roads just because he wanted privacy, tells him to stay the night and they'll resolve this all in the morning.

Well, the downside to this house is, of course, there's only one bedroom. Neither looked for a place with more than one bed when it was just supposed to be them, after all. The couch is... well, it's not very large to say the least and the springs inside it are guaranteed back killers, no matter your age.

The two stay up for a while though. There's a fire going which is nice. Dream has already gone through half a bottle of wine by himself, Hob helps him finish it. Dream, deep into his cup, spills his life story onto the strange man who will be gone come morning.

Hob, in return, shares his own. He shares the fears he has of raising Robyn without El, of messing it all up. He shares the fear he has over this trip which should be a fun thing for his boy, but he's so worried that something will take him from Hob, just like it took away El and he'll be too far away to do anything to help it.

They talk and cry and drink and then talk some more.

It's late, the rain has just started to calm down, the fire is at a gentle crackle - mostly embers at this point - when Dream leans forward and presses his lips to Hob's. Hob is not a strong man. Especially when being kissed by such a gorgeous creature. The wine doesn't help. And it's been so long since he's been kissed or touched or anything. So he gives in.

And the two stumble to the shared bedroom and fumble their way through drunken hand-jobs and if they each have another cry about it about intimacy after going so long without it, that's between them.

In the morning, Hob's awake before Dream and works on making breakfast with the meager rations the cottage has on hand. Mainly beans and toast with eggs. Better than nothing. And good for the headache he's nursing.

When Dream comes out, he's prepared to make apologies but Hob cuts him off, saying he thinks they both needed that. A good cry, a good chuck of alcohol, and a reminder that they're not unlovable.

"Perhaps," Dream replies, thanking him for the plate of food. And so they talk more about their lives, about the mundanity of it now that they know the tragedy of each other. And if after breakfast, they put off calling the rental company a bit longer, neither of them mention it. And, if by lunch (once the headaches have started to fade and they've each showered and dressed), they decide to go explore the beach some, together, neither disagrees.

And if, perhaps, after their five days are over, and Hob has to leave first, they exchange numbers (and maybe a chaste kiss), they'll simply smile and know that maybe it's not the end of everything.

#dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #the sandman #ky asks #wip game

[true-blue-sonic]

How would you describe Silver's personality?

Let's see... There's a few aspects of Silver's personality that I think strongly characterise who he is as a person.

Silver is determined. He has a strong desire to protect the future, to the point where he's made multiple trips to the past to stop disasters from occurring there and ensure the safety of his own time in turn. Related to this, Silver has an optimistic attitude and generally doesn't lose hope easily, as conveyed in multiple bios such as his one from Generations. Notably, he shoots down Infinite's statements about how he'll show the rabble that "there is no hope" immediately, asking "Does anyone but you believe your lies?!". However, this is not infallible: in both Rivals 1 and 2 there's moments wherein Silver loses his hope ("No! I'm too late!" in Rivals 1 when Eggman Nega goes to space to take a picture of the whole planet; "It's too late. I knew there was way for me to change the future…" in Rivals 2 when the portal to the Ifrit's dimension opens despite his efforts). However, it also takes little for him to get this hope back again: the very instance there's the slightest indication things can turn around, he's back on it again. This is seen in both Rivals games and also '06, where Elise pointing out she feels Sonic's presence in the wind makes Silver give her a rousing speech with the idea she can use the Emeralds to bring Sonic back again.

Silver is sassy, rude, and blunt. In Colours DS, he's got a clear opinion on Eggman's Experience the Future ride that is conveyed in quite a sarcastic manner ("They think THAT is what the future is like? Please." and saying Sonic should give it a pass), and he similarly expresses rather abrasive statements about people who are not his allies. Notably, even Sonic remarked once that Silver is getting on his nerves (in Rivals 1). He mocks Sonic in '06 after their first battle ("Hmpf! Is this a joke? How could someone like you cause the destruction of our world?"), and immediately rudely regards Knuckles after getting the information he wants out of him in Rivals 1 ("Got no time to explain it to someone like you… See ya!" followed by "Like I said before, I don't have time to deal with you right now. See ya!"). In Forces, he bluntly tells Knuckles "Who cares what it's called?" about Operation Big Wave, stressing the fact that a good strategy is more important than a good name. Overall, Silver also has a temper: especially in the Rivals games, he quickly goes to throwing hands when someone expresses scepticism about his mission or makes fun of him as a person. It certainly doesn't seem like he is okay with letting people walk over him!

In an interesting contrast to the above point, Silver is also kind and cherishes his friends dearly. In '06, he puts his entire mission to defeat the Iblis Trigger on hold when deciding to help Amy find her person she was looking for first. I am not actually sure why he does so: I think the fact the past is so beautiful and the people are happy there helped inspire him to spread that kindness to the girl who's been kind to him in turn so far? But Silver clearly cares for his friends and allies: in '06, he is distraught by the fact he'll lose Blaze to save the world, he is similarly seen with a hurt expression when Sonic's alleged death is brought up in Forces, and in Rivals 2, he is genuinely grateful to Espio for the help Espio gave him in stopping the Ifrit from destroying the world.

Silver is honest, to the point of being blunt also... and this thus means that he is not always taken seriously. In a Sonic Channel story, he tells a group of Soleannan officials that he is from the future and gives that as reason why he knows calamity will befall a specific place in Soleanna; this is precisely why he is not believed. In Rivals 2, he is very clear about needing the Chao to save the world: Knuckles and Rouge promptly determine that this is something highly unlikely and that his psychic powers must have made Silver "a bit goofy", despite the fact Silver is entirely correct.

Silver is not always correct in his thinking, but it is difficult to change his mind. It also seems that once he gets encouragement that he is perchance doing the right thing, he goes right back to his earlier ideas: seen in '06 with Blaze's statements about what must be done to change the future, where it took an intervention by Shadow and a trip to the past to change Silver's mind about Sonic in full. However, Silver does show the ability to be introspective. After his fallout with Amy in '06, he is sitting quietly by himself, entirely unengaged with his mission to destroy the Iblis Trigger and instead wondering if hurting one person to help many others is "right". In Rivals 2 he is the one who figures that just endlessly fighting is actually against his goal of collecting Chao, and thus he turns that very goal around into a battle with Sonic wherein the victory conditions are to collect the most Chao. And in Colours DS, he is the one taking note of the fact it feels like he and Blaze have fought together before, after Sonic points out they were in perfect sync.

Silver seems to like fighting and has a bit of a Blood Knight mentality. In Generations, he expresses happiness at brawling with Sonic again in a rematch (stating that it should be fun), and in Colours DS he is intrigued to find out what the robots in Sonic's era can do (but unfortunately has to face Orbot and Cubot, making him lament that there was no challenge). Similarly, in the Triumph cutscene of mission 2-3 in Colours DS, he almost begins one-upping Blaze about how he could easily have handled the likes of Orbot and Cubot by himself, to Blaze's displeasure. He thus also seems confident in his own abilities, helped by the fact his powers are tremendously strong and can do amazing feats.

Silver is sharp and takes note of small, almost insignificant details to come to correct conclusions. In Rivals 1, he notices "Eggman" is actually Eggman Nega due to his speech and mannerisms, as well as a small slip of Nega about how there'd be nobody to stand in his way in the past and future. He is also only shown as gullible in '06: in Generations, he originally fights Sonic because he's not sure if the real deal is asking him for the Chaos Emerald (thus not blindly trusting that someone who looks like Sonic actually is Sonic), and in Team Sonic Racing he is right on top of Eggman's plans with the Ultimate Energy Engine. In Rivals 2, he immediately determines at the first appearance of "Eggman" that it is actually Eggman Nega trying to pull the same trick as before, where he is shown to be correct as well.

This got very long, and I am certain I am missing some (or perhaps even many) things. I've written multiple posts about parts of Silver's personality before, but leave it to Tumblr to not return those to me, haha. But I think these are some of the most important aspects of Silver's personality! Lastly, there's also some things that are not explicitly stated but that I think do fit his personality well:

Silver appreciates the small things, things that other people might not notice so easily. His favourite thing is noted to be the blue sky in the Mario & Sonic games which is also shown with him stating that "the sky [of the past] is gorgeous" in '06, he marvels at the desert area of that game (that Amy notably shows more disregard for, asking him "What? You mean this desert?"), and he is multiple times noted to have awareness of the happiness of a whole world: the above quote is followed with "and everyone's happy", and in Colours DS he says "The sky is blue, and everyone's got a smile". A blue sky and the fact the people of the world all have a smile are not extremely noteworthy things, but they're clearly important enough for Silver to mention them both in two games.

Silver doesn't care much about what others think of him. The only time I can recall wherein he reacted crabby to someone poking fun at him is in Rivals 2, where Knuckles calls him crazy for thinking the Chao will be necessary to stop the world from being destroyed (here Silver's response is "I'll show you how crazy I am"). What he is doing furthermore also directly relates to him wanting to save the world, which could explain his annoyance at Knuckles not believing him. The only time wherein Silver has gotten anything akin to flustered in the games is, at the top of my head, '06 wherein Amy gets the jump on him and doesn't let him get a word inbetween her spiel before she drags him off to go find Sonic.

#silver the hedgehog #long post #Silver is a character that is ripe with alleged contradictions to me #he's rude and does what he wants but he's also a sweetheart with a heart of gold who'll drop everything to help you #he's sharp and not easily deceived but also entirely wrapped up in what *he* thinks is right and acting according to that mentality #if there's any characteristics or examples I have missed‚ feel free to let me know! #I know there's been discussions about how insecure he actually is in '06 but that seems to have been added mostly in the English script #and that also doesn't seem to have carried over to any other games‚ like his gullibility #but I could be entirely incorrect here!

[dreamingofep]

Strangers in the Crowd pt. 10

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No, just another one of my delusional fantasies.

Prompt: You and your best friend are on your annual girls trip and go to see Elvis at the International. Little did you know this would be a show you'll never forget. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Some fluff? Just a little, cussing, SMUTTT, oral sex, daddy kink, teasing/ tension, the usual really dirty stuff.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 3.4K

A/N: Hello everyone! I had to get out this next part out quick for you guys to find out about readers true feelings. 🤭 This fic is coming to its end very soon but I’m so glad you’ve been liking this journey! This has been so much fun to write and hear your reactions! Enjoy! Sorry for any spelling mistakes or overall goofs.

Feel free to message me or comment what you think!💗

You search in his eyes, looking for the slightest waiver of truth. But there is not an ounce of dishonesty within his heart. Your fingers intertwine in his hair and you gently caress him, feeling time and space stand still for you.

“I love you too. I love you so much,” you say sweetly. “I couldn’t imagine my life without you.”

He lets out a relieved sigh and goes in to kiss you. You feel his lips turn into a smile each time he kisses you until he finally breaks away with giddy laughter.

“Oh god, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that,” he admits.

You smile sweetly at him, feeling your heart soar because of the look he’s giving you.

He moves up on the bed and beckons you to come and cuddle with him under the blankets. You lay your head down on his chest, your ear right over his heart, hearing the melodious rhythm of it singing for you and only you. You now know this to be true with those beautiful three words that slipped out of his mouth.

You glide your hand over his chest, letting the soft little hairs prickle your fingertips and hearing him hum in contentment. Before you know it, your eyes start to become heavy, and feel the blanket of sleep start to come over you.

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Your eyes start to flutter open but the warmth of Elvis’ body makes you paralyzed to his side. You drink in the closeness of his body and how good it feels to have his arms wrapped around your torso. You don’t want to leave from this bed and just selfishly keep him in this room forever.

Elvis starts to stir and you feel him stretch his long legs out before bringing them back into your body and fitting into you like a puzzle piece.

His hands rub your stomach softly and nuzzles your ear with his nose.

“What’s my baby doing up,” he slurs sleepily.

You reopen your eyes, surprised he could sense you were up. You intertwine your fingers with his that lay on your stomach and make him squeeze you tighter.

“I’m not up. I’m not leaving this room,” you grumble.

He lets out a snicker and places a kiss on your earlobe.

“That sounds great to me honey,” he assures giving you a tighter squeeze.

You both lay there syncopating your breathing with one another and enjoy the closeness. You can’t help but wonder where you going to go next.

Are you going to stay here and look for new jobs? Visit each other every weekend? Find a job in Memphis?

You know his love for you was unwavering now and things will work out for the best. No matter what, your path was with Elvis and you couldn’t imagine anyone else next to you. Your dream scared the living hell out of you and tried to push it far out of your mind.

Both of you touch each other, feeling every inch of skin and how it responds to your touch. He kisses down your neck to your shoulders, leaving wet marks on you.

“I know you said you wanted to stay in bed all day but did want to take a shower with me? Then we can get back into bed. I want to pamper my baby all day,” He says softly. You can’t help but smile and turn to look at his tussled hair and gorgeous blue eyes staring at you with love.

You nod your head, “that sounds wonderful,” you hum.

“Okay stay here while I get the water going,” he says, kissing you before leaving the bed.

You look over at the clock and it’s already 2 p.m. Time didn’t feel real with Elvis, he controlled the way time moved and for all you knew, it could have been 8 p.m., and wouldn’t have cared. It was just you two floating through time and space.

Elvis comes from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, making him look more irresistible somehow, and smiles at you.

“I’m ready when you are,” he says sweetly.

You get out of bed, and cover your breasts with your hand and forearm. He chuckles at you trying to be modest and lightly spanks your ass when you walk by him. You yelp and flash him a sly smirk.

You step into the shower and feel the hot water tickle your skin. It’s the perfect temperature, just how you like it. You step closer to the shower head to get the water on your face when you feel Elvis behind you and he shuts the glass shower door. You cup your hands together to wash your face and pull back the hair falling on your forehead. You feel his hands in your hair, massaging your scalp, letting the water run down you.

You turn around to face him, his eyes were soft and gentle, as he has his hands in your hair. He grabs a bottle of shampoo on the side of you and squeezes a bit into the palm of his hand. He moves you around to where the water splashes his back and blocks you from it. He turns you around again and starts to rub in the shampoo, using his thumbs to keep a nice pressure on the back of your head. You let out a pleased sigh, loving the feeling of his hands in your hair.

He has you switch sides with him again to rinse your hair and puts the conditioner in next and repeats the process.

His hands roam over your body slowly and sensually. He takes his time and you don’t mind the agonizing touches he gives you. How his fingertips graze your nipples as he washes your body, lathering the soap all over making you smell sweet. How he bends down to wash your legs, spreading them apart, and pressing his soft lips to your velvety folds.

He stands back up and goes behind you, pressing you against him, his cock resting heavy against your ass as he wipes the soap off your body. You’re not in a rush for him to do anything to you, you’re just enjoying the soft intimate moment he has created here in the shower with you.

“My turn to pamper you,” you say cutely, turning to face him and brush his wet hair off of his forehead. He nods his head and watches your every move. He crouches down for you to wash his hair and he has a pleased grin on his face the entire time you have your hands in his thick gorgeous hair.

You reach for the washcloth and rub enough soap on it to lather his body. You take your time, making sure to get every inch of his lean body.

He places his hands on your hips while you wash his chest and his lightly sculpted arms. Your hands reach lower and gently fondle him in the cloth. He doesn’t make a sound and continues to watch you. You sink to your knees and see his cock starting to get hard. You rub his legs and look up at him longingly.

“Turn around,” you say.

He listens and rinses off the soap on the front of his body. You stand up, lathering his back down to his perfect ass, placing soft kisses on his shoulder blades. You place the washcloth back on the bar and turn him around to you once more.

You kneel down and see his cock fully hard in front of you. Just the sight of him has you throbbing. You wrap your hand around the middle of the shaft and pull back his foreskin. Your tongue eagerly licks the sensitive head and he groans. You flatten your tongue against him, licking more of him like he taught you. He places his hand on the tile wall above his head, groaning with pleasure. You open your mouth wider, taking more of his length until it hits the back of your throat.

“Fuck Mama,” he moans, “who taught you to do that?” He says smugly.

You hum softly with him in your mouth and continue to suck and lick as much of him as you can fit into your mouth.

His hips move slightly with each movement you make, trying to be controlled. You look up at him and see him biting his lip watching you suck him off. He reaches behind him and shuts the water off. He gently pulls out of your mouth and picks you up off your knees.

He slides the shower door open and grabs the towel hanging on the rack, wrapping it around your shoulders to keep you warm. He grabs the other towel and wipes his face and torso dry before wrapping it around his waist. You step out of the shower and onto the plush mat on the floor in front of the shower and the sinks.

You watch Elvis come behind you in the mirror and brush his wet hair away from his face. He wraps his arms around your waist, placing kisses on your head.

“I love you,” He whispers, looking at your eyes in the mirror.

You grin, “I love you too.”

He moves his hands to the top of your towel at your chest and slowly tugs it away. He stares at your naked body’s reflection and rubs his hands along the curve of your hips up to your full breasts, caressing them in his hands.

He leans down and nuzzles his nose behind your ear, “I love you. I love all of you,” he murmurs. You lean back into him more, reaching around to pull the towel off of his slender hips. His hard length feels warm, resting on your ass and you feel your wetness begin to pool.

“I love all of you too baby,” you coo softly.

His hands carefully squeeze your breasts, applying the right amount of pressure to cause pleasure to radiate through you. He slides one of his hands down your body to reach your sensitive bundle of nerves. He rubs it in tender circles, watching you through the mirror as pleasure flows through your body.

“You’re so perfect,” he says in awe.

You lock eyes with him and he keeps you there, whatever power of magnetism he possesses makes you unable to look away from his gaze.

“Baby?…” he says unsure.

“Y-yes,” you whimper out.

“Can I teach you something…” he quips, his fingers continuing to rub your clit at a slow pace. You feel the coil in your belly get tighter by the second and you try to control your breathing.

“Yes of course,” you say quietly, “what did you want to teach me?”

“Well, I like to watch myself fuck you in the mirror,” he alludes.

You let out a little chuckle hearing him admit this.

“Oh, I know honey. I’ve known that,” you tease.

He grins at you devilishly.

“Well, I’d like to try something. I want you to call me daddy when I fuck you,” he says low.

The throbbing in your core increases with the sound of his words.

It’s so dirty, so naughty, it shouldn’t be spoken from your lips. But there’s something so delicious about the way it sounds being said to him.

Your breathing starts to pick up as you feel him push his cock on your ass. He nips at the sensitive flesh on your neck, leaving behind a red mark.

“You think you can do that? Can you let your daddy fuck you right?” He says low.

Your breathing starts to hitch and your core involuntarily clenches at the way he says the word. Like that word was made for him. You moan softly in agreement and he pushes your body over the countertop. The cold marble makes you shiver and you rest your forearms there.

He pushes your hips back and you feel his tip rest up on your folds. He runs his hands along your hips, squeezing them. You meet his gaze in the mirror, his eyes soft but still aflame. There’s a different sensuality to him, like he doesn’t feel the need to rush or prove anything. For the first time, it feels like he’s trying to enjoy the moment.

He pushes his cock through your folds, coating him in your wetness. You let out a soft sigh as he does this, helping you get some needed relief from your throbbing.

“I need you honey,” he whispers, lining his tip to your entrance.

You nod your head at him, “take what you want baby.”

Elvis carefully sinks his length inside your tight entrance, bottoming out and holding his hips still, watching your face grow into shock and pleasure. You look at him in the mirror, watching his face become delighted with the sensations running through him as he's inside of you.

He moves in agonizingly slow, and long thrusts, making you want to fall apart already. You’re completely at your mercy with his hands tight on your hips. He starts to moan, moving faster, feeling your slick become increasingly abundant.

“How does this feel baby girl,” he coos in your ear, his hips continuing to roll softly and controlled, hitting all the right spots.

You moan softly, “mmm it’s feeling so good,” Your breathing becomes raspy and shallow the more he moves.

He slides down one of his hands to your clit, working you up to orgasm. Your eyes roll back in your head and you squeeze your eyes shut, letting out a suppressed moan. You start to drive your hips back, wanting to fall apart and have him fuck you harder.

He lets out a soft chuckle, as he sees you become more desperate.

“What does my baby need?” He coos, pulling his length out of you waiting for your response.

You whine with your head down, so close to your release your walls need him back inside you. You try to drive your hips back again, needing the contact with him on you. He stops touching your clit and places his hand back on your hips, stilling you.

“You need to use your words baby. What do you need,” he growls, his voice full of temptation. You don’t answer him, you’re in too much agony to form coherent words. Your eyes pop back open once you feel his hand gather your hair in a tight grip, wrapped around his palm.

You let out a yelp and look at his blazing eyes in the mirror, commanding you to answer him.

“I-I need to cum,” you say breathlessly. A switch flips on in your brain and you know what he wants to hear and will get him to listen.

“I need you to fuck me harder, daddy,” you cry.

He pulls at your hair again and lets out a gutteral groan hearing that word come from your lips.

“Yes honey, daddy is gonna make you cum so much,” he teases.

He pushes his cock back inside you making you cry out with pleasure, bucking his hips harder into you, hitting the spot that sends you to another stratosphere.

The echo of both of your groans fill the bathroom and it doesn’t take too long for you to get to the edge and feel your walls start to flutter around him. You keep your eyes locked on him, watching him become drunk on you. Watching how his cock gets buried inside your tight pussy and pulling it out, coming out wetter than before. The veins in his arm protrude out that’s holding your hair firmly and his mouth open, panting as he fucks you harder with each trust. He looks too good like this, you get why he wants to watch himself.

“Ahh… oh fuck daddy,” you moan out. He groans louder at your words, feeling you’re about to come undone any second now.

“Fuck, baby girl you’re doing so good. Time to cum all over daddy’s cock now,” he says as he snaps his hips into you, making you scream his name and see stars flash before your eyes. Your walls squeeze him and he groans heavily, not being able to keep this pace much longer.

Your orgasm runs through your body, hitting every inch of you that makes it feel incredible. Your watch as his eyebrows furrow and he grunts more, cussing under his breath.

He grunts loudly and you feel him cumming deep inside you, covering your walls in him. He pumps his thick seed into you and the feeling is overwhelming. It feels like there’s so much inside of you, filling you up and making you his.

“Oh god, daddy that feels so good,” you gasp, your eyes pleading for him in the mirror.

He smirks at you and his thrusts become slower, more controlled again. He loosens the grip on your hair and runs his hand along the curve of your back. You feel exhausted and your legs begin to waiver. Elvis senses this and carefully pulls out of you. He turns you around and picks you up onto the countertop and rests you there. His thumb glides through your swollen folds, rubbing your arousals together.

“Fuck that was… I’ll never get tired of hearing you call me daddy,” he admits.

Your cheeks redden and bite the inside of your cheeks.

“Yeah I think you unlocked something new in my brain. I liked it way too much,” you tease and he leans in to kiss your lips.

Love pours out of him with these kisses, something that you know you’ll never get enough of.

He grabs a fresh wash cloth and wets it with warm water, cleaning the slick off of your inner thighs and folds.

“We can take another shower together later,” he teases and looks at you cutely.

You step down off the counter and he quickly pulls you into his arms. He holds you tight to his chest, hearing his heartbeat melodiously.

You hear him hum contently and catch a glimpse of you two embracing in the mirror, pressed into each other. Completing one another.

“I love you,” you whisper.

“I love you too,” he says, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You both go back into the bedroom and get under the blankets and sink into the cozy bed.

The silence between you two doesn’t make you anxious anymore, you like it. You welcome the quiet and can feel the love running through you both.

Elvis suddenly starts to hum an unknown tune softly and runs his fingers through your hair. He keeps humming it and you finally look up in bewilderment.

“What are you singing dear?” You ask.

“Just something new the band and I are working on. I go back to Vegas in August and need some new songs.”

“That’s great honey. Can I ask what song you’re working on?” You say inquisitively.

“When they first presented this song to me in the beginning of the year, I wasn’t really a fan. Couldn’t connect with it. And that’s the thing with me. If I don’t connect with the song, it’s not going to sound right, it’ll lack soul. So I pushed it off and didn’t perform it at those shows in February. But now I see it differently,” he says lovingly.

“It’s called ‘I Just Can’t Help Believing’.”

“I’d love to hear it sometime, when you’re ready,” you say sweetly.

“Mhmm, absolutely honey. I think you’ll love it.” He gets quiet for a moment in thought.

“There’s been something else on my mind,” he alludes.

“What is it Elvis?”

“I’m not sure what you’re doing the rest of the summer but, I had a question for you,” he pauses to sit up and look at you.

“Did you want to stay at Graceland for the summer? I’d love to spend this time with you and be with you as you start this new chapter of your life,” he says gently.

You get taken by surprise, you weren't expecting him to ask you to move in with him so soon, but this is Elvis, you never can anticipate anything from this man. Everything in your heart is screaming to say yes. You take a second to think about it rationally and it doesn’t sound like a bad idea to take a few months off before finding a good job for yourself. You had worked yourself to the bone and taking some time off to regroup might be the healthiest thing to do for yourself.

You sit up with him and take his hand in yours,

“Do I get to have my own horse and everything?” You tease gleefully.

“Anything you want. Anything for my bestest girl.”

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bestie whats your opinion on this vid? it got me Angry. ANGRY! https://m.youtube.com/watch?si=64wpVnM6dlE4b9kc&v=cglBnKGWlP4&feature=youtu.be

Ahhhh yes, this video! I've seen it floating around in the tags but hadn't watched it until now.

I guess my opinion on this overall is that it's a little...unimaginative? I mean, it makes valid points about how the writers hadn't originally planned for Suki to be in the show beyond "The Warriors of Kyoshi," and how she doesn't interact much with the other members of the Gaang. But to me, that's where the fun of playing in the fandom sandbox comes in! Reading between the lines, over-analyzing little details, and finding space for our own interpretation of the events to thrive.

For instance, how many days did the group spend together on Ember Island? Do we really think Suki wasn't hanging out and bonding with anyone else that entire time? What about all the time they spent running around looking for Aang and Iroh right before the comet? Like, they went all the way from Ember Island to Ba Sing Se! That's basically a trans-continental road trip! Road trips are prime bonding opportunities! There's no way Suki wasn't making new BFFs while they were stuck in Appa's saddle all night.

What's the point of trying to prove that Suki didn't actually earn a place in the Gaang when instead you could imagine Suki and Katara connecting over the similarities in their fighting styles? Or Suki and Toph playing pranks on Sokka together? Or Suki and Aang getting emotional with one another while discussing Appa's rescue?

Same with the assertion that Sokka and Suki break up for good... First of all, I don't put much stock in "proof" that relies on material that's auxiliary to the show, the consumption of which isn't necessary to understand and fully enjoy the original source material. This stuff is basically professionally-published fanfiction. But even if it did hold the same "canon" weight as the original show, again, there are still a multitude of ways to interpret what's in the book. And what's not in the book.

Let's say that when they're both ~40, Sokka is back in the Southern Water Tribe and Suki is on Kyoshi Island. So what? From this one scenario, I can still spawn a million different universes in my head wherein Sokka and Suki end up together. I guess I just don't really see the point in claiming that there is an ultimate truth to Sokka and Suki's relationship in this fictional universe, when instead you could write thousands upon thousands of words finding different ways for them to fall in love with each other over and over again. *whistles innocently*

So, yeah... Is Suki part of the Gaang? She is if we let her in! (yes) Where is Suki? Wherever we want her to be! (in Sokka's arms)

I'll leave off with one counterpoint to something said in the video. There was a claim that Sokka only thinks about Suki when she's right in front of him. Otherwise, she's not on his mind at all. To argue this, I would like to present exhibit A: "The Swamp." Sokka has his vision of Yue, and afterwards he tells Aang and Katara, "I think about her all the time." Do we have any evidence of this? No. He hasn't mentioned Yue since his brief conversation with Arnook at the end of the season 1 finale. Does that mean he was lying when he said, "I think about her all the time"? Of course not. Something we know about Sokka is that he tends to keep his emotional cards pretty close to the vest. He's demonstrated that he is capable of thinking about Yue constantly without Aang, Katara, or we the viewers being aware of it. Therefore, it stands to reason that the same could be said of Suki. And I would go so far as to say the fact that Sokka immediately starts crying when Azula mentions Suki while taunting them on the day of the eclipse? Means she's been weighing on his mind an awful lot. Cuz that boy doesn't cry so easy. Not even when Yue died.

#answered asks #sukka #sokka #suki #does this count as analysis? #probably not #also i have beef with translating suki's name as beloved #as is stated in the video #but that's an entirely different rant #thank you for the ask!!

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Hello, I just wanted to ask, did the veil have similar fashion to the outveil (our world(?)) before wards started being invited into the veil? I assume that it will probably get explained (or has already been explained sorry) how long wards have been invited into the veil (from the very start maybe?) ..did fashion evolve similarely to ours at the same time? It just made me curious how the uniforms for reapers and students dont seem very modern with the coat and capes and all (or maybe its just for them to look kinda cool, or maybe similar to the university cape uniforms in portugal, or the student uniforms are supposed to mimic the reapers, which its true that some military uniforms still look like that) Either way I really love the uniforms and the sigils they wear, these details in worldbuilding are so cool

Picking this one to answer first since I was swishing the reply around in my head while I was stuck in bed the first time...

So, going back to what the good Prof. Addams here said, the worlds were not always split. There was a point, far back in history, where the difference between magi and human clothing were practically indistinguishable. There would be differences of course, but this would be like the differences between a professions' choice of uniform, nothing drastic for the region. The worlds did at a point split apart, though, and the evolution of fashion would go on their separate ways until importers and wards started to more frequently bring outworld fashions back with them. The Rothsraine uniform definitely carries some modern world elements to it, but the overall shape and silhouette (a traveler's cloak with stylized moth wings) has its roots in the veil's original split path which originated from the ancient magi and their professional garbs (for lack of a better way to put it). We'll learn more about the history of the school and its founder, but one fun thing of note is that the founder of the Reapers as a whole, the organization, is the very same magi who founded the island, its community, and the schools built upon it. So, while school uniforms for studious magi may differ from school to school in the veil, Reaper uniforms are always to follow the same standards. Small details may vary here and there (trim embellishments, buttons), but their sigils, glyphs, and cut never change through the ranks. Form follows function. The Rothsraine school uniform is aesthetically similar to the reaper (cadet) uniforms due to their same originating point, making the Rothsraine uniforms a slight bit more militaristic looking than other school uniforms in the veil would be. With all that said, and back to one of the original parts of the ask, it wouldn't be completely unheard of to see something like a tacky band shirt or a graphic tee, either. Between outworld trips, importers and certain styles catching on, they're definitely around... I know at least a certain member of the cast is prone to wearing them. (And I believe the cold open to chapter 1 has Audric pointing out Elias is wearing a tacky winter sweater under his coat... Lyra's a ward and you know she'd love cute/novelty things like that.)

#soli asks #solivaga #an old tacky band shirt and ripped jeans are not up to code for uniform.... #and yet..... #going to pace these replies out and answer them between work #so I don't scare off the people who are just here for pictures #but rubs my hands at the others #thank you by the way I was so excited to answer I forgot to express my gratitude for the kind words!

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers :)

…This is gonna make a total of 15 but oh BOY

This was mentioned in a previous ask before but singing a whole cover of ‘Rainbow Connection’ I did with friends joining me on the last third of it. It makes it extra special and I want to post it on here, but I’d rather ask the friend who I’d made this for, with posting permissions first.

Honestly? My silly little neopixel lightsaber I’ve (unwisely, in my mother’s opinion) bought at a recent con. It lights up, it makes noises, I can change the blade colour bc of the light, it’s so far everything I’ve wanted in a cheeky laser sword prop.

On a related note, my silly little sword collection! A LARP foam sword, a wooden katana, and even a steel replica of Sting, also from that same con over a few years!

Fashion! Me from 10 years ago being on this hellsite for the first year would never believe it, but growing and defining my own sense of style and aesthetics over time has not only been fun, but I *feel* happier too. I know what I like and what I don’t, and I’m still learning!

The very fact that I was blessed to go to the uni I did. Sure, the culture is different there compared to of course, my old high school and bible college, but I loved what I studied (more rather than less!) and I’m still in touch with people I’m honoured to call friends. To think some of those cool people live near or in the same city as me!

Not to be simple, but, music! I’ve been getting back into some of my favourite songs and remixes from The Living Tombstone as one point, (Long Time Friends you angy catharsis tune), but also listening to playlists I’ve curated for OCs and Stories and even shared songs with me and my friends over on Spotify has been fun!

Travel!!!! I didn’t know how much I’ve missed travel until my Singapore trip earlier this year - I missed boarding planes, taking off and landing, I missed going out to places like malls and cafes and food and friends outside of my own country. I missed the new sights to see and the good vibes to encounter when you look in the right places. And having my first taste of independent sightseeing at the botanical gardens felt like something new was set in stone.

As of recent, RP has been somewhat active between me and a couple buddies on discord. To the Chrumblr RP gang and Star Wars discord RP server: I love you and I'm grateful you allow me to bring plorbo from my brain into Situations with the characters you play!!!

Painting!!! I haven't touched it in a bit since I've been busy with other things, but I adore, ADORE watercolour and gouache painting. It brings me joy to mix colours and use my palettes to bring characters and situations to life, and I even have a whole sketchbook from 2022-2023 dedicated to just paintings. Sketchy paintings, refined ones - the only goal was to PAINT.

The crochet sunflowers I bought last year! I've got a tiny potted one on my study's windowsill with a broken Miles Morales Spidey keychain, and a longer simpler one in a glass bottle in my bedroom. I really wanna get more crochet flowers, but they were from this one random stall that set itself up like, twice overall at uni last year. That being said, I adore them.

From the same con I got my lightsaber on, I got lucky to buy a print poster of A New Hope from Lucasfilms artist Mark Raats direct. I'm not kidding, and we even had a chat and I did a little 'handy-dandy-notebook' portrait of him in line, even getting to airdrop that to him! Best bit, the poster was $30 on INCREDIBLY archival paper. I just need to get a frame for it...

Just recently, I'd gotten a haircut for the dry ends and long, thick fringe; and can I say??? I love my hairdresser? She's a really sweet Japanese lady who came from just outside Osaka and she's out here in my city doing the best and she once cut my fringe to my standards SO quickly than other hairdressers - I was stunned! I'm deeply grateful to have her work on my hair, and I could not thank her enough.

This is a bit silly somewhat to me, but I love the brown messenger bag I'd bought for myself end of last year as a treat to myself for finishing honours. Did the side strap holders snap twice? Yes. Do I care? no. I love this thing, it feels so *right* for adventure and it brings me so much joy.

Something that makes me smile if I glance at it in my study is my shelf of books. Not sketchbooks, not notebooks that have been filled (though I am proud of that too!), just proper books. From comics to 'Tales from the Loop' and cabin architecture and treehouses, and recently a couple Star Wars visual dictionaries from Pablo Hidalgo... I'm gonna need more space soon. (Shoutout to the copy of Farenheit 451 that legit made me scream and kick my feet because BRADBURY.)

Honestly? Just… friends. Online, real life - if I think about you too hard, I’ll cry. I’m blessed to have met friends online In Real Life (looking at you Swift and uni mates!), and blessed to have mailed and wrote and created silly little things to share my love with ‘em. Good are the ones that stick with you. 💙 Get loved, nerds.

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[i--antimony]

sick and weak shabbosposting

thankfully that is a woe-is-me exaggeration. my therapist last week said she was getting over a cold but was no longer contagious and i, like a fool, believed her!!! woe!!! agony!!! struck down by seasonal cold!!! and yet i persist

listening: about halfway through episode 5 of partizan! so far i have laughed a lot more than i thought i would, the most recent bit that had me cackling was about "donating" their "extra mech" to midnite as "charity". really really good. am keeping up with SSHG episodes, i am very excited for them to watch the first hunger games movie at some point.

reading: we're back on the academic papers. i'm giving a general-audience presentation on my research on monday to other graduate students and needed to make sure that i actually understood the fundamental assumptions that we made about the topic. the good news is i think i do! the bad news is uh oh, gotta make a presentation... some articles i read this week: against access, john lee clark: this was a really really cool article. definitely has made me re-think the way i should be doing captions on images. the poetry of the tactile descriptions of people involved with protactile made me a little emotional. vanishing words, grazia rutherford-swan: i'm not sure how to articulate how i felt about reading this. it's raw and it's good. content warnings for abuse and assault. crying in luke's lobster, byran woods: i am not a public crier and i do not think i will ever be but i am working on being more vulnerable and allowing myself to cry in therapy right now. i think if i were to be a public crier, train station restaurants in NYC are probably the ideal choice, followed closely by airport food courts and library stacks (does this count as public still?)

watching: last weekend i watched the cowboy bebop movie with the boyf!

COMPLETELY unrelated but at this point in writing this post a car driving down the main street my apartment is absolutely BLASTING you're out of touch i'm out of time. incredible. no notes.

anyways i enjoyed the bebop movie! once again they are soooo weird about native americans. it is a little funny to see the like...the way western media others the "far east", but it's japanese media doing that but about native americans? there's something to talk about there that someone more articulate than i can take care of. some of the timeline of this movie didn't quite track to me but it's fairly easy to hand-wave (vincent would have had to have been made immune to the nanomachines BEFORE having ~relations~ with elektra and then lost his memory in some separate incident i guess? or lost it just as time went on? who knows, also the implication of the Sexually Transmitted Nanomachine Vaccine is sooo funny). i really liked the comedy relief old guys getting a job to do!! good movie overall, 9/10.

making: i gave up on intarsia for my stupid vertically striped scarf and instead have cast on [drumroll] three hundred and sixty nine stitches!!! give it up for three hundred and sixty nine stitches!!!! my main worry now is that one 50g skein of each color will not be enough and i'll have to order more and risk the dye lots being crazy different...

anyways, ceramics! last saturday i took a day trip to an art museum and nearby ceramics supply store and got a bunch of underglazes, so i'm excited to try out some of those!

did a carving of an illuminated manuscript-style dragon inspired by this beastie on a mug! obviously he is difficult to photograph because curved object, and also isn't colored in yet so it's a bit difficult to pick out, but i'm hoping some fun and creative glaze application will make this guy really really fun

misc: very thankful that i have a work-from-home friendly schedule right now! wednesday suuuuucked, thursday was a little better, and i feel a little better again today, so hopefully with the weekend to recuperate i'll be good for my presentation on monday!

#tuesdayposting

[krissiefox]

ANIMAL CROSSING (NINTENDO GAMECUBE) REVIEW "Life simulation with a side of emotional abuse"

Animal Crossing is a life simulator sort of game released by nintendo for the Gamecube back in the year 2001. You start the game off in a train, moving to a new town that just happens to be full of animal people. Once you arrive, you meet the landlord of the town, Tom Nook, who gives you a home and then you are tasked with paying him back. After running a few errands for him, you're set free to do pretty much whatever you like around town. You can do a variety of activities such as talking to folks, fishing, looking for treasure and fossils, and completing quests for other townsfolk.

This title is more of a sandbox as the closest thing I've been able to find a means of an ending is just fully upgrading your house and paying off all debts to Tom Nook. The game operates on real world time, which is an interesting idea, but it is also flawed as it makes the game considerably less accessible for anyone who works overnight, or shares the household TV with others. Not able to get onto the game until the wee hours of the morning? Well, too bad, half the villagers are now asleep and grumpy and you can't even enter Tom Nooks shop. Have a real-world social life that results in you not being home on New Years Eve? Well, then you don't get to see the games New Years Eve event, either. The game kinda functions like an early version of modern phone games, as it feels more like something you "check in on" once a day to see what's happening, rather than playing it all day long.

So, what all is there to do? Well, I've only been playing for a couple of months*, so I'm sure there's more to discover, but so far I've found that some of the funnest things to do is hunt for items to donate to the museum and to decorate my home. You can get items from quests and conversations with villagers, as well as finding them hidden around the world, lost in the dump, or being sold at Tom Nooks shop. You can go along the shoreline and collect shells, dig for buried treasure, shake trees, and fish -all of these activities can get you things to sell or donate to the museum. There's a cute little clothing shop where you can draw your own patterns, which my family I had fun with (we made some Pride flags, Halloween patterns, and a Queen Chrysalis pattern!). You can also write letters to people, which has been a great source of entertainment for my family as well (You can say horrible, profane things to the other villagers and they'll love you for it!).

The game is overall pretty cute and relaxing, but it does have two big glaring flaws - the aforementioned "real world time" system, and the nastiness of the characters. I already addressed several of the real-world time flaws, but a few others are that the game pulls the modern phone game shit of trying to guilt-trip you for not being addicted to it. The longer breaks you take from the game, the more your world fills with weeds and roaches! As James Rolfe would say - "What a selfish game!"

The other issue is just that so many of the characters are mean and nasty, and there's some of that old classic nintendo sexism (and even some transphobia). Right from the intro of the game, the game asks your gender by insinuating that every male player would want their name to be seen as "cool" and every female player would want their name to be seen as "cute". On my save, if I told the town mayor I most respected either my mother or grandmother, he would say he "weeps for the future" as if he some issue with people respecting the women in their families. There's a giraffe character that appears sometimes, and if you approach her as a female character. She makes some transphobic remarks about how "you almost look like a real woman wearing those girl's clothes" and then "WHAT? You are a girl? But you have such a mannish frame!" . A lot of characters in the game will just causally talk down to and insult you. One character, Nibbles, said she'd like to kick me after I ran all the way across the map to get a soccer ball for her to play with. Some of the characters are also just really smug and unlikable, even when they aren't insulting you.

Thankfully, not ALL the characters are trash. I've got at-least a few sweeties living in my town, too. Ava and Nosegay are both really pleasant characters, and Joey, teddy and Hambo are also pretty friendly (though Joey is a weirdo who doesn't wear pants) It's a shame more of the characters can't be like them. I've heard the townsfolk in the newer games are a lot nicer, which is good news to me. Another minor complaint with the villagers is that they have a lot dialogue options for "let's chat!", but the quest options in this game are very limited, and a lot of villagers in the same town will offer the exact same greeting dialogs and such, making them feel robotic. I know a great deal of the game is randomly generated, but I think there should either be enough unique dialogue for all characters or the game should try to at-least only have one of each dialogue set per town.

Overall, it is a cute game to dabble in, but it is also a little too entitled to your time, and you may need to adopt my own families coping mechanism of just writing nasty letters to all the jerk characters, and smacking them with bug nets at every opportunity. I'd still give this one a try because there is joy to be found in exploring the world and dressing up your home, and some of the characters are quite adorable,even if others are total jerkwads.

(this is supposed to be an asterix but tumblr is being annoying) I originally wrote us this review early this year (2023) , but I recently hit the landmark of having made it through a whole year cycle of the game, so I decided to finally go back and finish this review!

#Animal Crossing #Animal Crossing Camecube #KrissieFox Game Reviews #video game reviews #gamecube #nintendo gamecube #Ava #Nosegay #Joey #nintendo #long post

[space-writes]

For the gemstone asks!

Sapphire: The most upbeat dialog or overall scene in your wip

Rose Quartz: Were any characters cut from the wip? :D

hi kai!

Sapphire: The most upbeat dialog or overall scene in your wip

there’s lots of fun stuff in Valloroth, but I think the most upbeat part might technically be the end, when the dragon is defeated and the gang are sharing a well-earned expensive dinner back at the tavern where mostly everything started:

“We did work well together,” Lucian said. Seeing them all together, alive and well and recovered from the dragon – though Quest had flatly refused to let anyone heal away their burn scars – it made his heart swell. This, this was what he’d wanted. Not the almost-this he’d had in the wagon but this. Friends. Aliyne eyed him over her boots. “You’ve got a look in your eye I don’t care for, your highness,” she said. “It’s nothing,” Lucian said, though he couldn’t hide his smile. “Just another little job I thought we might take on. For an old friend.” Aliyne groaned and slid so far down in her chair she almost fell out of it. Lucian grinned and pulled the letter he’d received that morning from his pocket, spreading it on the table. Leshanna tapped her thumbnail and the paper floated towards her, hovering above her plate. “Does that man never learn!” she cried. “What was he even doing near the Morandae border?” “Gathering more components, if I know Zinby,” Zander said, taking the letter. He gave a low whistle. “What I want to know is where he keeps getting all this cash from.” “Same place as us lately, probably,” Quest leaned across the table and plucked the letter from Zander’s hands. “Which – we could do this for free, you know. We’re not going to run out of gold again, ever!” “Don’t curse it!” Aliyne called from under the table. “Gold is too easy to lose to say things like that.” “Only if you keep spending it all on fancy boots,” Zander reached out and tapped the flat of his knife on her toe and she shot up, scowling and rubbing at the smear of gravy he’d left. “Well, what do you say?” Lucian asked, drawing their attention back to him. He looked around at them; at Quest’s excited grin, and Zander’s lazy smirk; at Leshanna’s resigned expression and Aline fighting the smile that threatening beneath her scowl. “Fancy a trip to Morandae?”

Rose Quartz: Were any characters cut from the wip? :D

no-one has been cut yet from claws, since it’s in the first draft, but i’m contemplating cutting Dante and merging their parts with Alice, since they occupy very similar story roles, and the subplot I wanted with Dante being a foil to Rainier in terms of Being With Vivien didn’t work. it might in draft 2 though, so we’ll see when we get there

I haven’t really cut anyone from Valloroth either. I nearly cut River from The Perils of Wanting, but I really needed him to support a lot of Ashenivir’s internal plot, so I beefed out his scenes and now in the nearly-final draft he’s so much more present and I love him and I can’t imagine the book without him!

send me gemstones for my wips!

Valloroth taglist: @cherrybombfangirlwrites @memento-morri-writes @foxboyclit @lawful-evil-novelist @at-thezenith @morganwriteblr @fayeiswriting @serenanymph @sam-glade (ask to be +/-)

#writeblr #ask games #gemstone asks #gemstone ask game #original writing #snippets #valloroth blogging #c: lucian #c: aliyne #c: zander #c: leshanna #c: quest #yes i gave them a cheesy avengers post credits snack ending let me live my LIFE

[arieshasbrainrot57]

**Redacted Winter Gift Exchange**

Asher hadn’t seen Babe for a few weeks, but even though he missed them, he didn’t mind. He knew they were out of town visiting family, he knew they’d be back soon. They had to. Right? But when he heard that Darlin had run into Quinn, who’d almost been on a power trip, bragging about just grabbing and almost draining a human a couple of towns over, just for fun, he couldn’t help but feel his stomach sink a little. He had to go with and check it out. He had to. But it couldn’t be them. It couldn’t be.

relationships: asher/babe

tw/cw: blood, non-consensual vampire feeding, characters almost dying

This fic’s part of the Redacted gift exchange and it’s for @hypnos21 I’m so excited to participate in something like this for the first time, I was pumped when I saw the announcement post I enjoyed the prompts I got for this fic, they're some of my favourites as well, so I basically just got to write my own favourite stuff for this. Overall, I'm not as proud of this as I could be but I still hope that Hypnos, and anyone else who reads this, enjoys what they read :))

Asher missed them. He really, really did. He always did when they were out of the house. It always felt too quiet without Babe there, without their music playing when he came home, without their soft breathing next to him as he drifted off to sleep, without them there to curl up next to him as they watched TV together. He comforted himself with the thought that they would be home soon. He couldn’t wait to hug them again, to breathe in their soft scent, a smell he could probably recognise anywhere, even in a crowd of hundreds.

The sound of his phone ringing drew Asher up and off the couch, where he’d been sitting, aimlessly flicking through channels, picking it up and answering once he noticed that it was David.

“Hey there big guy. What’s up?” he said with a slight smile.

“It’s Tank. They’ve…They’ve had another run in with Quinn. They’re alright, they’re not hurt too badly but I need you to come and stay with them while Milo and the others come with me.” David explained, sounding much more tired than he usually did.

“What do you mean, where do you guys need to go?” he asked as he walked across the room, grabbing his jacket and struggling to pull it on while still holding the phone. Eventually he just caved, putting it on speaker and setting it down close by.

“We need to go and see if there’s any sign of Quinn still around. We shouldn’t be gone too long, but I don’t want to leave Tank on their own. They’re still pretty banged up. They said Quinn was on some stupid power trip, bragging and practically begging for a fight.”

“What does he have to brag about? The stupid leech has been hiding out for the past couple months, as far as I know.”

“Apparently he caught some human a couple of towns over and nearly drained them. We don’t know yet if he killed them because we haven’t heard anything. No one’s even found them yet.”

“Where was it?”

Once David answered that question, Asher felt his stomach drop out of him and his blood run cold. That town name, the one that wasn’t far from Dahlia, but was still far enough away to make him feel lonely, it was familiar, scarily so. That was Babe’s home town, the one they’d left to go and visit, so they could go and see family. It couldn’t be them. It couldn’t be. It had to be some random person, just someone that none of them knew.

“God, please don’t let it be them. Please, please, just not them.”

“I must just be being paranoid. Being on my own must have made me weird. You’re being silly, Ash. Just calm down.”

“But…it couldn’t hurt to check, right?”

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Asher stepped off the bus, out into the cold night air. He let out a soft, anxious breath, trying to slow his racing thoughts unsuccessfully. Tank was fine, he’d been with them all afternoon, barely able to pay attention to what they were saying as all sorts of worries buzzed in his head. They’d needed a handful of stitches for some of their deeper injuries and they’d gotten a lecture from Sam over the phone, but that wasn’t any different from usual. Milo and David were fine too, they’d come back to take over from him once they’d been out to look for Quinn. They hadn’t found him. He hadn’t told them about his worries. They were his packmates and his best friends but he didn’t want to look like a paranoid idiot if this all turned out to be a misunderstanding.

He already felt like a paranoid idiot anyway. He didn’t even know where to start looking. He hadn’t been able to quiz Tank on details much, since he didn’t want to give too much away. Now that he was here, he could feel dread settling in the pit of his stomach as he realised that he really didn’t know what he was going to do now. He didn’t really have a plan. He was just stuck out in the cold in a random city that he didn't know as well as he wished he did.

Luckily, he caught a familiar scent as he wandered down the street, a scent so familiar he almost shifted on the spot. Blood, old blood specifically, and some kind of expensive cologne. Quinn. It smelt like Quinn.

Without much hesitation, Asher was off, hurrying after it, following it down streets and around corners. The further he went, the more Quinn’s scent grew, starting to mix with the scent of more blood, a lot of it, fresh blood this time. It almost made him heave. The scent was strongest around the back of a dingy apartment building, that he hurried straight towards, stopping in the street behind it. He stared down at a pair of chained doors, no doubt leading to a basement of some kind. Nothing about the building or the alley was any different from the others around it, except for the violent smell of blood and a pair of frenzied drag marks in the trash lying on the concrete. Someone back here had fought tooth and nail, evident by the scratch marks on the edges of the chained doors.

The building didn’t look very well monitored or taken care of, so, quickly checking to see if anyone was around, he shifted and managed to break through the chain in only a short amount of time. The minute the doors were open and he could get inside, he felt his paranoia worsen, as it was validated. Mixed amidst the smell of blood, mould, stale water and Quinn was a painfully familiar one: Babe’s scent. That sent him into an almost fervour, scurrying into the dingy basement, whipping around furiously, looking for any sign of his mate. Thinking ahead, he shifted back, nearly tripping over as the smell of blood only got stronger.

And then he noticed them. Babe, his mate, one of the people he loved most in the world, was curled behind some stacks of rotting boxes, their jacket half torn off of them and their neck a mess of blood. The neck of their T-shirt was completely soaked in blood. There was so much blood that Asher couldn’t fully tell where the wounds in their neck actually were. Their arms and legs were kicked out, even as they lay there completely still, like they were still trying to fight someone off in their awful state.

When he skidded over to them, kneeling close beside them and gently shaking their shoulder, he noticed that they felt cold. Almost as cold as the cement floor they were lying on. Babe was hardly ever cold. Half the time they were almost as warm as him, which made cuddling during the summer kinda hard for the two of them.

“Oh god, Babe, wake up. Come on, wake up for me.” he pleaded, shaking their shoulder again.

There wasn’t much movement and for a moment he feared the worst. For that moment, time seemed to slow. All he could think about was what he would do if that was the case. What would he do without them? The thought made him hunch in on himself, that and the overwhelming smell of blood making him nearly heave.

That was until he noticed their chest slightly rising and falling. It was barely noticeable, unless your eyes were glued to every one of their slight movements. A relieved sigh escaped him and he slumped forward over them, just clinging to his mate for a second, purely thankful that they were alive.

“Thank god. At least they're alive.” “For now, anyway.” “No, don’t think like that. They’re going to be fine. I can-I can get them some help.”

With shaking hands, Asher struggled to pull his phone out of his pocket, nearly dropping it in the process. He didn’t let go of Babe the entire time. He was scared he’d lose them if he let go of them, even for a second. They felt so frail and cold, like they’d slip through his fingers the minute he let them go. So he pulled them into his lap, clutching them as tightly as he dared. Asher curled his free arm under their head, letting them nestle into the crook of his elbow. He wanted them to be comfortable.

He could barely breathe as he listened to the phone ring, praying that everything would be OK. It had to be. He didn’t know what he would do if it wasn’t.

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“I’ll…grab you some water or something. I think you could use it.”

Asher barely listened to what David said. He couldn’t help it. Ever since he’d gotten to the hospital, he hadn’t left Babe’s side. He couldn’t. He had to make sure that they were alright, he had to be there when they woke up. Once they woke up, they’d no doubt be super freaked out. The last time they were conscious they were getting attacked by some freakish leech, they’d be so freaked out and disoriented when they woke up again.

The doctor’s had told them that Babe would be fine, as long as they got the rest and the treatment they needed. That had calmed most of Asher’s worries but he’d feel a lot better when they were awake again. The sound of their voice would be enough to calm down the rest of his racing thoughts. It always was.

With a tired sigh, Asher buried his face in his crossed arms, giving Babe’s hand a squeeze. “Please be OK baby. Please. That’s all I’m asking, just be OK.” he breathed.

Everything seemed to go quiet when he felt a slight squeeze back. All the hustle and bustle of the hospital around him seemed to dull and slow down, like he’d just jumped underwater, and he sat up so fast he got dizzy.

Babe’s eyes were open, not a lot, but ever so slightly. They were looking at him and their brow was furrowed.

“...Ash? What…What are we doing here?” they said really quietly, trying to shift in their bed and sit up more. Their voice was soft and raspy, their exhaustion and pain obvious with every word they said.

“Hey, hey now, don’t move, stay still. You’ve got a few stitches in your neck and I don’t want you to tear them.” Asher said quickly, sitting up, resting one hand on their shoulder and gently pushing them back down onto the bed.

“Why-Why do I have stitches? I-I-”

“It’s OK Babe, just breathe. Take a minute. It’s alright. You’re safe.” he assured them, not moving his hand, gently rubbing their shoulder with his thumb.

He was worried for a moment that they wouldn’t settle but a faint sigh of relief escaped him when they did. Their eyes flicked back and forth across the room, struggling to take shaky deep breaths. He could practically see the thoughts shooting through their head.

“Quinn…” they just said after a moment, a note of fear entering their voice. “It was…It was Quinn. He-He…”

They couldn’t finish. Their words sounded like they were choking them and eventually they just scrunched their eyes closed, balling their hands into fists. They were crying, their shoulders shaking and soft, fearful sobs escaping them.

“Hey. It’s OK. He can’t get you here. I promise you, he can’t. I won’t let him. No one will.” Asher cut in, leaning closer. The minute he was close enough, they almost fell into him, burying their face in his neck, curling both arms around him. It was even more obvious now how much they were shaking.

“It’s OK Babe. It’s OK. Shhh. You’re OK.” he murmured gently, doing the only thing he could do, bringing his arms up around them and rubbing their back.

Asher knew that wouldn’t help them, not completely. It’d take time and work and effort to help them through this. They might never recover completely and he was OK with that. He’d be with them all the way regardless. He’d make sure something like this never happened again, even if it meant putting himself in harm’s way.

#redactedasmr #redactedaudio #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #redactedwintergiftexchange #redacted asher #redacted babe #redacted asher/babe #david shaw #redacted David

[carewyncromwell]

original background picture // edited with help from Lunapic // main musical accompaniment while working on this

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“Carewyn!” She turned around, her ginger hair flourishing behind her as if in slow motion. A man had just leapt off the back of a carriage he’d been hanging off of without the driver’s knowledge and was now running toward her. Carewyn squinted, taking in his unfamiliar dark ponytail and sailor’s clothes – then, within seconds, she recognized the handsomely smiling, bearded face and his shining, galaxy-like eyes. “Orion?” she breathed. Her heart seemed to seize up, as if it were being squeezed in someone’s hand and yet being given wings at the exact same time. Then she threw herself into a run, and it slammed against her rib cage, as she ran to him, flat-out ignoring how her knees kept getting caught in her hoops and her heeled shoes pinched her feet. “Orion – ORION!” She just about tripped into his arms. Orion caught her and swooped down on her, burying his face in her hair. “Carewyn…” he murmured against her neck. “Orion,” said Carewyn. Her voice was strained with the effort of trying to contain her joy. It felt like she was being stretched at the seams and probably could’ve exploded from all the intense emotions beating at the edges of her heart.

~POTC AU, Act II, Part XII: Reunited

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D'aww...don't we all love happy endings? 🥹 I absolutely loved doing this "take two" on my POTC babies' final looks --

-- though I set this moment a bit earlier than the original sketch, since I wanted to experiment more with angles and I felt more confident in depicting a more full embrace. (It's times like this where I really am happy I spent so much time during the pandemic actively practicing my art -- however painfully conscious as I am that I'm still a complete amateur when it comes to art and however much I'll probably always pick apart everything I've ever created and will create, I can't help but feel proud, seeing how far I've come. I mean, that original sketch is from December 23, 2020! That's really just over four years!!) And it also has been so fun revisiting this AU that I had so much fun putting together with so many other creators and will probably always have a soft spot for, both considering how big the project got and how much it tapped into my utter adoration for both the Pirates of the Caribbean films and the historical Golden Age of Piracy overall.

Love you all! Hope you have a magical day...and keep a weather eye on the horizon 💚

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #my art #potc au #carewyn cromwell #orion amari #oh yeah! carewyn's dress is based off katrina van tassel's last black and white dress from sleepy hollow #...just because I love that dress and it very vaguely fit the period XDD #I imagine that when carewyn and orion got back to their new place orion would've gotten a little emotional #bc for the first time he has a *home!* #doesn't matter how small and cramped it is -- doesn't matter if carewyn and orion's room ends up being the loft with a low ceiling #that loft has the perfect view of the harbor and the ships coming in #and there are plenty of warm blankets put up there to keep warm with #so orion loves it <3

[erabundus]

@momijiba &&. said... i  know  i  have  been  saying  this  almost  once  a  week  but  your  reblogging  that  one  gifset  back  in  november  2022  is  what  got  me  into  the  genshin  rpc  and  i  don't  think  i  would  ever  have  gotten  to  meet  you,  runa,  spence,  gem,  saint,  ventium,  velvet  and  others.  i  am  so  incredibly  happy  with  having  such  an  amazing  friendship  with  you.  i'm  happy  that  i  get  to  write  with  you  and  talk  with  you  about  anything  and  everything.  you  are  a  place  of  comfort  and  where  i  won't  be  heavily  judged  on  silly  brain  moments. and  as  my  partner  in  kazuren  brain  rot  i  want  to  thank  you  for  helping  me  write  kazuha's  story  and  helping  me  develop  him  into  the  character  he  is  today.  i  enjoy  our  threads  very  much  and  it's  always  fun  to  see  what  ren  and  kazuha  are  up  to,  from  silliness  to  being  very  fluffy  and  domestic. i  never  have  written  a  ship  for  this  long  or  at  least  it  has  so  much  development  and  it  makes  me  smile  just  thinking  about  all  the  things  that  they  went  through. ANYWAY!!!  thank  you  avalon  for  being  my  friend,  rp  partner  and  just  being  an  amazing  human  being.  i'm  super  excited  for  us  to  meet  in  the  future  but  until  then  i'm  so  excited  to  hang  out  and  write  more  with  you~

i  still  think  it's  so  funny  how  we  ended  up  meeting  by  a  stroke  of  random  chance.  see:  me  reblogging  a  wanderer  gifset  as  a  reward  because  i  speedran  the  first  fungi  event  at  the  last  possible  second.  (  and  i  STILL  procrastinate  on  events  to  this  day!  )  roleplay  to  me  is  a  creative  outlet  as  much  as  it  is  a  social  one,  and  i've  met  so  many  of  my  closest  friends  through  this  hobby.  but  i've  never  clicked  with  anyone  as  much  as  i  clicked  with  you  —  and  i  know  i've  mentioned  that  before,  but  it  really  boggles  my  mind  how  almost  immediately  talking  to  you  felt  like  speaking  with  someone  i  had  known  for  a  long  time.  you're  such  a  kind  and  welcoming  person.  i  am  such  an  anxious,  shivering  chihuahua  with  a  social  battery  even  smaller  than  ren's  —  but  our  conversations  are  something  i  look  forward  to  very  much.  you  inspire  me  to  try  and  self-improve,  both  so  i  can  be  a  better  friend,  but  also  so  i  can  just  overall  be  the  best  self  i  possibly  can  when  we  do  finally  get  to  meet.

i  just  remember  on  my  birthday  i  couldn't  stop  talking  about  all  of  the  wonderful  things  you  did  for  me.  (  it  really  blew  me  away;  i  never  had  a  friend  go  out  of  their  way  like  that  before.  )  or  the  gifts  we  exchanged.  or  the  ask  you  sent  me  to  read  while  i  was  on  that  super  long  road  trip.  or  the  messages  while  i'm  at  work.  or  spending  new  years  together  in  genshin.  or  all  of  the  dozens  of  other  little  acts  of  kindness  you've  done  since  we  first  met.  you  go  so  so  far  out  of  your  way  for  the  people  you  care  about  and  i  think  anyone  would  be  super  fortunate  to  call  you  their  friend,  milla. 

also! i have to talk about kazuren!

i  absolutely  adore  them  so  much!  i've  been  writing  on  tumblr  for  a  very  long  time,  but  i've  never  had  the  opportunity  to  write  a  ship  with  this  much  development  and  enthusiasm  and  just  mutual  BRAINROT  behind  it!  i  love  exchanging  little  headcanons,  i  love  coming  up  with  new  plots,  i  love  that  they  have  their  own  pet  names  and  inside  jokes.  they  bring  me  so  much  serotonin,  and  i'm  looking  forward  to  what  we  get  to  write  with  them  in  2024!

#momijiba #𝟎𝟎𝟏 : 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. ◟ ooc .◝ #( also i am queueing this to post at a time when i am definitely asleep so you won't be able to yell at me if you're awake 😇)