#thread | our ship is falling apart

[toji-girl]

tags: repost + drunk! fem reader + alcohol + age gap + Toji is soft and sweet but also possessive and jealous + you feel him up + he carries you + slightly suggestive + self-ship piece made for everyone to enjoy + lmk any missing tag please!

Three missed calls and one unheard voicemail.

Saturday 2:30 am, September 2nd; Hey…I called you two times, first one rang a few times then went straight to voicemail, and the second call the same thing happened, now this is the third and final time I have attempted to reach out before I come out looking. Where are you? Don’t make me ask again princess.

You stared down at your phone screen with a scoff at your boyfriend’s behavior. Dating an older man is not for the weak or the people who get annoyed easily. It was Friday night and you left his place after staying there all week.

So weren’t you entitled to go out and have some fun? You did ask if he wanted to go but said something along the lines of my back hurts not tonight doll but apparently not enough for him to come out and look for you.

It wasn’t as if you were going out with a bunch of your guy friends, sure there’d be a few but mostly it was just you and your girlfriends wanting a night out, and being twenty-eight it only made sense, right?

You stood in front of the mirror in your best friend’s bedroom flanked by your group of friends. Aya stood behind you and cupped your breasts when you took a picture. “Send that to gramps, he’d lose it.”

Cackles could be heard from your close knit of women who leaned in and made pouty faces taking another one to send to Toji who was currently at his house waiting for you to call him so he can come and pick you up.

It was after the fourth bar everyone decided to stop by Aya’s apartment since it was the closest one at the time and you were beyond tipsy sending him random messages throughout the evening. “He’s not that old.” You shot back.

“Old enough to be your dad! His son is close to our age! Have you thought about a little son vs. dad duo? I wonder who’s better at eating pussy?” She teased and changed into yet another outfit before going back out again.

Your face scrunched up as you threw a balled-up dress at her head. “You’re disgusting, and I can promise you that it’s Toji. That man had me crying last night just from - ”

You stopped mid sentence feeling your face flush, your inebriated brain played the memories of just that; the way he had your legs thrown over his shoulders as he made out with your pussy slowly fingerfucking you until you squirted.

Em who you also haven known since preschool snatched your phone from your hand to open the text thread between you and Toji. “Just from what? Maybe an older dude is the way to go, they can dick you down good.”

She sighed wistfully already like she didn’t have a boyfriend. “Do not look through our messages because you will be disappointed in me, I’m dirty.” You squealed trying to reach for your phone only to get smacked on the hand.

“Oh my god! You sent him a picture of your whole pussy?" She shrieked shoving your phone back in your chest with a loud cackle as the other girls joined in falling on Aya's bed with more laughter.

They all sat up and looked at you like you were their momma bird and they were waiting to be fed. "You are dirty, do you like it when daddy spanks you?" Aya asked in a deep tone trying her best to mock Toji.

You picked up a small plushie and threw it at her head feeling your cheeks flame to a level of uncomfortable warmth. "Stop! You guys are making me want to go back to his house and get fucked dumb and I did yes, he loves it and I love showing it off to him." You huffed.

With everyone ready you and everyone else linked arms and squeezed through the front door of the apartment and down the street not having a single clue that Toji was already two steps behind you, after the first time you didn't answer this was the only way to check on you and make sure nothing was going down.

He couldn't help but click his tongue a little as you swayed and clung to Aya who wasn't much better than you as everyone got shoved through the line and into the doors. It was a split-second decision he made to follow after, one he wouldn't regret one bit.

Toji was sure he would never fall in love again after his first marriage, the idea of his heart being shattered again wasn't something he wanted to go through with which is why he was here at almost three in the morning stalking you making sure you were okay and stayed safe; his pretty little girlfriend who keeps gushing about him.

It wasn't hard not to hear you giggle and talk about how much you love your boyfriend who does everything for you and how could you really not? Thankfully you were drunk enough that you didn't notice him standing in the corner dressed darkly with a hat covering most of his face.

"I think you should just move in with him but then we'd never see you again, what about our weekly date nights? You've been putting it off since you met gramps." Aya pouted as you and her danced close to the edge of the bar keeping your eyes on your friends and drinks.

You glared at Aya and let her tug you closer indulging in one of her favorite love languages. "Stop calling him that. He's barely in his forties and treats me so well, I do love him Aya, I really do." You admitted wishing you were in his arms peppering his face with kisses.

Aya handed you your drink with a shit-eating grin. "I just love teasing you is all, and I know older men are all that and a bag of chips but babe...you have to remember that he is way older than you with a kid younger than us, I think maybe your daddy issues are showing."

"How about you butt out of my relationship." You hissed feeling the fun bubbly feeling of being drunk turn into something else; a hot red rage that took a hold of you like a vice. You stumbled back away from her and broke away from your group of friends for a breath of air.

When you came back inside you still didn't see Toji who now moved after hearing your conversation with Aya and knew you were going to cry about it to him later which he'd happily lap up and soothe away any thoughts that would even begin to push him out of your life.

The booze in your veins pumped along with the blasting music as you nursed another drink while trying your best to pull out your phone to text Toji.

[You - 3:26 am]

srry im drink plz pick me up

Toji who was a mere few feet from you when he felt his phone vibrate which he quickly slid from his pocket to read your message clicking his tongue again as he looked over at you and his heart melted. You looked sad and defeated which is not a good thing paired with the alcohol you drank.

You hunched over the oak bar and sighed when you felt a pair of hands on your upper back, you didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. "What's the matter with my princess?" He asked.

Toji grasped your shoulders and pulled you back a little into his chest, the back of your head rested on his abs as he tilted your head up to look at him, unshed tears swam in your eyes. "How'd you get here so quickly?" You asked slurring your words together with a giggle.

He bent down to press a soft chaste kiss to your forehead before collecting you in his arms letting you hang off his left one almost as if you were a doll, his hand pulled your dress down before patting your ass with a heavy sigh looking for your friends to update them on you.

"I'm taking her back to my place, and I'm sure she will call you in the morning," Toji told your group of friends who only nodded in response watching you hang off of him, your head hung low. "Byeeeee!!" You squealed when he made his way to the exit.

Once he got you both outside he sat you down on your feet holding your upper arms. "Can you walk to the car? It's down the street." He asked immediately getting his answer when you stumbled back again, thankfully you were close enough he was able to wrap one large arm around your waist keeping you upright.

Toji used his strength and sobriety to his advantage to hoist you up again tossing you over his shoulder carefully, one hand rested on your ass to make sure it didn't bunch up. "Mhm! Toji!" You screamed reaching your hands down to squeeze and slap his ass hearing him grunt and huff your name.

"Making sure my princess gets home. Stop." His hand came down with a little force on your backside to catch your attention when you tried to interrupt him with a string of unintelligible noises.

You hung from his shoulder like a lifeless rag doll until he finally made it to his car and unlocked it with the key in his pocket. When he sat you down again your hands reached up to grab his pecs with a grin. "Love you and your big 'ole tits. Wanna bite 'em." You squealed.

He couldn't help but roll his eyes a little at you but still let you get your way as you used the extra height from your high heels to motorboat him with a loud laugh. "Me and my big tits love you too, now get in the car so I can get you into bed." He ordered with a grunt.

Ten minutes later you found yourself settled into Toji's bed watching him as he cleaned your face with a washrag before he took off your fake eyelashes the best he could. "What's the point of these? They look like fuckin' spiders." He said and tucked you in earning a giggle.

Toji never got his answer seeing that you were asleep, your hand curled into his shirt still. His mind wandered about your conversation with Aya earlier and knew that you two would need to have one of your own.

#tw: alcohol #Toji x reader #Toji Fushiguro x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fluff #toji fushiguro x you

[star-girl69]

Cruel World

Shin Hati x Fem!Reader

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a/n: i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: swearing, mentions of death and violence, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Two - Wretched Mirrors

Chapter Two - Wretched Mirrors

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There is a fine line between the worlds you have known. Sometimes, you wonder if it’s wrong to be like this, to search for power and materialistic things, but this is all you have ever known.

You are a wretched mirror of your mother, destined to reflect her and her wants.

You have gotten a taste of the cruel life, and you don’t want it. And if you don’t fight it, how will you cross that fine line? How will you get back to your old life?

The ruins are covered in fine black sand, random spots still burning. Random parts of old homes, with cracks in the walls lay strewn about the ground. You cannot help but wonder if those cracks were born of people living inside a well-loved home, or apart of the doom of the Nightsisters.

Shin kicks the ground, still adorned in her armor and a brown cloak- a wretched mirror of her master.

You crouch and pick up some of the black sand. It’s warm from the sun. You wonder if another Nightsister, hundreds of years ago, had done the same thing.

“What was this place?” Shin asks, stirring up dirt as she stands next to you. You squint up at her.

“The planet of Dathomir. Home to the Nightsisters.” You flick your hand, sending a small whirl of sand flying in a flash of green. “My ancestors.”

She watches the specks of sand fall back to the ground, before her eyes meet yours, a cutting glare.

“You’re a witch?”

“Yes,” you say, tilting your head to the side with a sticky-sweet smile. She glares at you and tilts her chin down, studying you, and it makes your stomach twist as much as it annoys you.

Your mother turns around, her eyes meeting yours, and you stand up, wind whipping your in your face.

“We are survivors,” she says to Shin. She turns back around as Baylan and a droid approaches.

You shoot one more sly smile to a now very disturbed Shin before listening to Baylan.

“There’s not much left back there,” he says, referring to the temple that held the star map. “Either the Jedi has the map or it was vaporized.”

You can see your mothers shoulders tense, and you heart squeezes, but she quickly regains herself and you try to do the same.

Shin takes a few careful steps forward, and you lean against the fallen pillar of some long forgotten building.

“She has it.”

“Well, if she does, you’re lucky.”

Morgan turns to Baylan, her grey-blonde hair shining in the sunlight.

“Luck has nothing to do with it,” she hisses. “Fate has decided our next move.”

She turns around to you and Shin. Her eyes are cold and calculating, always planning the next move so you don’t have to.

“You both will go to the planet Lothal.” Her eyes fix to you, and she smiles, if you can even call it that. More like some sort of promise. “May the Winged Goddess be with you, my daughter.”

“Mother-” you start, but your voice is eaten up by the wind, and she is already gone.

She walks off towards the ruins, leaving you slightly confused and shocked. Shin can surely do whatever it is herself, right? Why can’t you stay with your mother? What is on Lothal?

Shin seems to have the same questions, because she approaches Baylan. The two of them watch Morgan walk away, and you have to urge to kick the ground like a crying child.

“Master?”

“Do as she says.”

“Why Lothal?” she looks at you over her shoulder. “What thread is she spinning?”

“No, it’s not witchcraft,” Baylan sighs. “Ahsoka Tano’s former apprentice is on Lothal. You’re looking for Sabine Wren.”

Baylan meets Shin’s eyes, then yours, and the emptiness inside of you lights up with a fire at the sound of the Jedi’s name. The woman you imprisoned you and you mother- who has led you to this cruel new reality.

You flex your fingers, and Shin brushes the handle of her lightsaber, nodding to you as she walks past. And after a moment, you follow her.

—-

The ship is small and practical, but the memories of your mother’s look ring in your mind. It was a silent promise. Not to you, but one to her. Without even knowing it, you had promised to bring back the star map- but you didn’t even now if you could.

The droid takes over the ship, leaving you and Shin to sit in silence as you get closer and closer to Lothal.

You can feel her piercing eyes on you, judging you, and finally you turn to her after you’re sick of feeling like this. You already feel on edge, this test from your mother making you nervous and doubtful.

“What?” you spit after a moment. Her eyes remain wide and on you, her expression unchanging. “I’m not gonna use my magick on you if you look away, you know.”

She looks you up and down. “I know.”

You scoff and turn away. Both her and her master are overfilling with arrogance.

“Because your mother and my master are in an agreement. Which means we are too.”

You turn to her and level your best glare, but it’s nothing compared to hers. “And? Stop staring at me.”

“I’m wondering how your powers will work in battle.”

You shuffle your feet against the floor, crossing your arms, again feeling like a spoiled stupid child.

Your mother did not have a lot of time to teach you offensive magick. When the Empire fell, she had only taught you a bit beyond the basics- and now she was testing to see what you had learned.

“I’ll be fine,” you mutter. You don’t know if you will.

You did grow up spoiled and entitled, but this new cruel world has changed you more than you could ever imagine. After the death of the Nightsisters, you mother already had some sort of prebuilt humility, humanity inside of her. But she had buried it down. She had used that pain to make a life for you and her.

You were learning that hard lesson now.

“We’re close to Lothal, now,” Shin says, leaning back into her chair, a rare moment of softness for her. “We’ll send out the probe and then make a plan from there.”

You blink hard and try to take a subtle deep breath. It’s embarrassing to be like this in front of her. To be stupid and childish, to let simple feelings rise to the surface and effect your actions.

But something about her stupid blue eyes makes you feel at peace.

—-

You land on Lothal, waiting in the rustling brush for the probe droid to return. Here, back on solid ground, neither of you talk.

Maybe it’s the fact that you’re both young girls around the same age. It’s natural for you to be drawn together, two girls raised in between knives, brought up learning how to jump each serrated edge. And for all of the venom your tongue spits, you don’t bear any ill-will towards her.

Why jump from knife to knife when you can land on a silver spoon?

The probe flys up the hill and towards the two of you. Shin looks at her arm, the decide beeping, her cloak blowing in the wind.

“What is it?” you ask, eager to get this all over with.

“Sabine Wren,” she says simply. And you follow her, saying a prayer to the Winged Goddess that she knows what she’s doing- and you do as well.

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taglist:

@foreverforlove @squidshark5 @lovelyy-moonlight

#shin hati #shin hati x reader #shin hati x y/n #shin hati x you #ahsoka show #ashoka show x reader

[nakanotamu]

Rossy got fired from stardom??????????

LMAOOOO I was just about to post "lmao Rossy got fired" and then I saw this yeah apparently he got fired after the show last night. I never got around to writing that post about the management issues so I guess I'l try and summarize some relevant points before people panic

Okay so Rossy was off of booking since some time last year. We don't know for sure but my guess is that All Star Grand Queendom was his last show as booker, based on the belt going to Tam apparently being his decision and the timing of when stuff started to fall apart very shortly after that.

He was highly critical of the last president (who had been booking) once that guy got fired - and the issues with him were more than just booking. This was the stuff Giulia talked about. Like the schedule he booked was way too grueling on the wrestlers with non-stop big matches & shows back to back to back, and he would book matches just out of the blue without paying any attention to the stories the wrestlers were trying to tell, where Rossy's style was to just let the wrestlers throw out story threads themselves and then book what he thought would sell out of what they wanted to do. He also just was an idiot and didn't seem to think particularly highly of wrestling in the first place, pushing tons and tons of product tie-ins and advertising shit and the fucking NFT shit and. Yeah he sucked

However despite being highly critical of the last guy once he was gone, Rossy also said he didn't comment on the decisions he was making. He also may have been the one who decided who won or lost in the period before the new president came in, but from what's been made public at least, as soon as he came in he took over, so Stardom since whenever that was like the start of December has been the new president in charge.

So what I'm trying to say is, at least creatively, this probably isn't actually a huge change for Stardom compared to the past roughly a year of the product. People freaking out that the booker is just suddenly gone, he apparently hasn't been the booker for a while already now anyway. If you didn't notice a change in booking twice last year you probably won't notice this either.

So, yeah, Rossy did get fired. Bye bitch, it would be nice if this meant Sonny is on the way out too. Rossy is absolutely fucking not the guy who saved joshi wrestling or whatever the fuck narrative he & a lot of western wrestling media have been trying to present him as for years now. This probably isn't going to lead to a massive shift in Stardom's booking compared to what it's already been for months, and just as a fan we have no way of knowing what else this is going to impact, because it's hard to tell how much influence he even had for the past year, which was admittedly bad but more recently imo showing signs of turning around.

I think it's worth pointing out that one of the things that drove me off of both Reddit and Twitter wrestling fandom is that whenever shit like this happens everybody's gotta be a fucking insider or whatever and we don't. Know. Anything. But further than that it's not our fucking problem. We don't work for Bushiroad and we don't know anybody involved. We don't NEED to worry about what this means for The Business or whatever the fuck because that doesn't matter to us. I care about the roster being treated well and the product being one I am enjoying, and Rossy already couldn't prevent both of those things from not happening last year, so obviously he's not gonna be the difference maker.

My concern if I have one though is mostly the roster. If people are loyal enough to him to start jumping ship that would really suck. If the rumours that are already going around that he was poaching people for a potential NXT Japan pan out in any way that would REALLY suck. Even if the entire roster went I'm not going to watch a WWE product or even a show that isn't women in every match. So I guess as ever all we can do is wait and see.

#Stardom

[confessionsofa-roleplayer]

I have a mutual who seems to believe that everything their partners do that they don’t like is a personal attack on them. The partner has a favorite thread and it’s not the one with them? Then they must be selfish and don’t put in the effort so get ghosted. Another partner wants to write a genre they don’t like so find another partner who will? Then they’re guilting them on the dash. Ship with this person who ships with everyone but dare to ship your muse with someone else? Instant disinterest in all their threads because they’re not the priority. My apparent sin? Enter into a semi hiatus as my life falls apart around me and explain the situation so don’t reply to some of our threads for a while as I gather myself together again - I’m toxic and forcing them out of the rpc by making them feel unimportant. They used to complain to me about the others in IMs and really I should have paid attention to the red flags then. I thought we were friends but I guess not, apparently I’m toxic. I guess they thought that other mutuals felt that way about my hiatus and complained to the wrong ones because they not only told me but defended me as well. So apparently it’s a campaign to get rid of them… now they’re blocked.

#drama #confessions

[vodika-vibes]

Honestly Rynn & Delta Squad need more than a week from literally holding up the Jedi order—

They need a whole year, but I think the order would actually fall apart if they took that long, lol

Rynn wraps both of her hands around Sev's forearm, and she stands on her toes to whisper soothingly in his ear, though it doesn't seem to be working. Tension, and anger, thread through his body and she's beginning to worry that he's going to attack Master Kenobi. For what it's worth, Commander Cody seems to be trying to mitigate the worst of it, having forbidden Master Kenobi from speaking. It's done wonders for Boss, Scorch, and Fixer's tempers...but Sev- "It may be prudent," Commander Cody notes finally as he watches Rynn try and settle Sev, "For us to take the Negotiator while you follow behind in your ship." "I agree," Boss says with a single nod, "Our ship isn't big enough for two more people anyway. It's barely big enough for one more person. General Mundi had to sleep on a cot when he was observing us." "Understandable," Commander Cody says, "Plus, I would hate for there to be an incident." He adds as he eyes Sev. Rynn smiles prettily at Cody, "Sev just isn't a fan of people who insult me." "Totally understandable." Cody nods, "Will he follow orders?" "I'll follow my General's orders," Sev growls. "Sev-" Rynn sighs, "Please don't make this harder." He huffs, and leans against her side, "I'll play nice if he will." "No need to worry, General Kenobi won't be interacting with you all very much. We're going to let you keep command, Knight Rynn." Scorch smothers a laugh, "We wouldn't listen to him anyway, so it doesn't matter." And Rynn just sighs. Sev might be the only one openly angry, but all four of her men are less than thrilled to be working with Obi-Wan Kenobi, and they are making it obvious.

#star wars #star wars au #competent jedi au

[yacinthemorning]

Tailored to Your Liking

Chapter 2

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Summary: Tumble Town attracts all sorts of misfits looking for a fresh start on the frontier, but everyone still needs clothes. Be it extra limbs or high temperatures, Jimmy caters to every hyrbid's needs.

Ships: Jimmy/Tango (slow burn romantic), Grian/Mumbo/Scar (romantic)

Warnings: Implied traumatic events, no workplace safety, awkward flirting

It was a bright and sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. In other words, most days. It was also the start of summer, and the sun was so very eager to show it. Jimmy was no stranger to heat, but the aridness of the scrublands was unbearable this time of year. Weather changed little when it came to errands, however. So, Jimmy put on his lightest blouse and skirt and headed to main street with only his grocery basket and a blazeborn.

“You don’t have to come along. I can go to the market myself.” Jimmy insisted for the third time.

Tango shrugged for the third time. “I can at least make myself useful while you house me. Besides, it’s the nicest day it’s been all year!”

“A nice day, he says, while our lungs fill with dust.” But Jimmy’s smile was affectionate. No one could say Tango hadn’t made himself useful the past week, even if sometimes it was only in keeping Jimmy company while he worked. “Alright, our first stop is the trader’s…”

Jimmy’s voice trailed off. Across the way, in the shadow of an outhouse, sat a large black beast, curled up and unmoving. He narrowed his eyes and approached out of curiosity with less caution than one likely should. On closer inspection it was apparent that it was no beast, but a man, and a familiar one. 

“Mumbo?” Jimmy called. 

A deathly pale face poked up from between his leathery wings before his forehead was struck by a stray dappling of light and he ducked once more. With deep frowns the shopping pair approached. Only once they were close enough to speak did Mumbo dared raise his head again, a sheepish grin showing off his fangs. “Oh, why hello, gentlemen. Lovely day, isn’t it?”

Tango wheezed. “For me, maybe.”

“Mumbo what on earth are you doing all the way out here in this weather?” Jimmy knew his friend was far from the smartest of individuals – actually, he was quite intelligent when it came to his inventions, but in all other areas of life he seemed almost as hopeless as Jimmy himself. After all, there was only one vampire silly enough to live out in the shadeless sunshine of the prairies.

“Oh, well you see we were out of bread, so I thought I would go down to the baker’s. But it seems it was brighter than expected. Then my parasol caught on the door handle and tore while I was in the loo, and-“

“Okay, I think I get it.” Jimmy put his hands up, not wanting to hear about his bathroom adventures. “Let me see it.”

“Pardon?”

“The parasol, let me see.”

Both Mumbo and Tango observed him with bemusement as he took the torn parasol from Mumbo’s grasp and began to dig through his basket. They swiftly turned to laughter when he pulled out a small needle and thread from a kit. Using a quick whipstitch, he patched it up as best he could in broad daylight behind a latrine. “There we go, that ought to stay intact until you can get home.”

With great hesitation Mumbo tested the parasol, whispering a prayer that it would not fall apart the moment he stepped in the sun. Thankfully it did no such thing, and the rest of his suit protected him well enough. The vampire smiled behind his bushy moustache. “Why thank you so much, Jimmy.”

But Jimmy waved him off, curiosity nagging him into asking Mumbo, “Where’s Grian and Scar? Why haven’t they come searching for you?”

“That is a very good question.” He admitted, then glanced around. “And one that I’m afraid I don’t have the answer to. Honestly I was really banking on them to show up when they realized lunch had passed.”

 Tango scratched the side of his jaw in thought. “You suppose something happened to them, also?” 

“Those fools? When they’ve been left alone? Absolutely.” Jimmy said, then started to march towards his brother’s estate. “Come on, then.”

“What about shopping?”

“Shopping can wait. I need to know if I have a brother, or an inheritance.”

“S’a bit grim, Jim.” Muttered Mumbo, but he followed.

They arrived at the too-big estate ten minutes later. Shouting could already be heard from within. Well, at least they were alive. Mumbo offered them inside, “Come in, come in,” which was far more than Jimmy needed to march right past him and head for the house’s cool inner rooms in search of his brother. The shouting came from a closed pair of double doors beyond which lay the normally neglected dining room.

“Grian?” He called as he opened one, only to nearly be smacked in the face by a flailing wing.

All sound stopped. The room was a mess, chairs pushed away and the lovely lace tablecloth Jimmy bought them tossed on the floor with a decorative bowl. Instead, the table had been adorned with a large bag, contents strewn about, and an unfortunately shirtless Scar who’d been stopped mid grand speech. Bloody rags were pressed to his abs by a horrified Grian, whose favourite garishly pink skirt was now stained red at the top.

The three stared between one another for several more seconds, before Grian’s hand slipped and the wound beneath the rag dripped out across his arm. Grian resumed freaking out, while Scar winced but found time to give Jimmy one of his – possibly literally – patented smiles. “Jimmy my boy! It’s such a pleasure, what brings you around?”

“Gee, I wonder.” Grian snaps. “Stop moving!”

Jimmy stepped aside for Mumbo to race in and assist his companions. “You left Mumbo out in the sun. We came to check if you’re alright.”

“Oh, it’s been just great!” But Scar looked particularly grey, his glamour fading from his skin as he weakened from blood loss. “We were just trying to clean up the place for our guests and I appear to have taken a tumble into the fine china.”

“Guests? You can’t mean us.” Jimmy glanced over at Tango, who still lingered in the hallway close to the door. A small nod convinced him to creep closer. His eyes were glued to the many photographs that covered the walls. Some were of the three men who owned them, some of various inventions, and a few others including Jimmy. They were annoying to take, and even more annoying to develop, but Jimmy supposed a vampire had all the time in the world. Especially while on a mission to prove a point to the HU Photography Society and International Order of Covens alike. 

 Grumbling mostly to himself while he helped Mumbo, Grian nodded his head towards the hallway table where they kept their mail. Jimmy approached with probably too much caution when his prey was simply a letter. It sat atop the pile, fully opened. While he unfolded it Tango came to stand at his shoulder, curiously reading along. “Pearl?”

“Our sister.” Said Jimmy while he skimmed the pages until he reached what he was searching for. Reading under his breath, “ And if it would not be too much trouble, but could you prepare a pair of rooms for Gem and I in that gaudy estate of yours for when we return? We’ve began the trek home and it would do us some good to sleep somewhere we won’t wake up covered in sand or ants once we arrive. If my maps are correct, we should be wandering into Tumble Town right about- ”

The front door slammed open, shaking the frames on the wall and smacking into the wardrobe behind it. A raised boot hung in the air sticking out from a pleated green skirt, the other hidden under a petticoat visible through several tears. Pearl grinned, her braided hair, wings, and rifle whipping up behind her as she strutted in. “Jimmy! You’re here to see little ol’ me?” She crowed. 

Gem poked her head in past the doorframe, frazzled red hair tucked under her cowboy hat. “Jimmy’s here too?”

Jimmy nearly dropped the letter in his hand, smile strained. “Oh… Pearl. In fact I’ve been expecting you for almost an entire ten seconds.”

“She’s here?” Grian squawked from the other room. Taking a tumble to do so, he joined his younger siblings in the hall, which was starting to become far too crowded. “Pearl!”

“Grian, what’s this?” She said, eyes wide and hands gesturing towards his ruined clothes. Luckily, he’d had the good sense to remove his new sweater. Or perhaps it was too hot for even him to wear. The question was waved off in favour of collecting her into a hug.

“I could say the same to you.” He joked, picking out a twig from her hair.

It got a laugh from both unkempt women. “Oh, well, you know how it is. No one’s ever pleased to see someone roll up to their camp in the middle of the night with their bounty poster.”

“You could have at least stopped to clean yourself up on the way home. Goodness, I'm going to run a bath for everyone in this bloody house.”

“Excuse me, but I’m perfectly fine.” Jimmy turned his nose up before stepping forward to hug his sister as well. “It’s good to see you, Pearl.”

So tight was her hug that she lifted the man straight off the ground for a brief moment. Then her attention was drawn over his shoulder. “And who is this?”

Tango awkwardly stepped out from behind Jimmy, waving, with a nervous laugh stuttering his voice. “This is Tango, ma’am.”

“He’s Jimmy’s “house guest”, you see.” Grian said, forking his talons as a malicious grin formed. Two pairs of hands smacked his shoulders.

“He’s a customer who is staying with me until he can find new work. I’ll explain the details later.” Corrected Jimmy. Understandable disbelief crossed her face but it was quickly swept away by the chatter.

“Well, Tango, the name’s Pearl. I’m this here fella’s elder sister. And this little lady is my hunting partner, Gem.”

“Howdy.” Gem waved.

“Pleasure to meet you two.” Tango’s tail twitched in greeting, tipping a hat he was not wearing.

Grian interrupted, “So how long will you be staying?”

“Oh, only a week or two. Enough to recover and repair. Speaking of which!”

The woman bolted back out the door, then reemerged with a large sack she dumped at Jimmy’s feet. He sighed, already well aware of its contents. 

A brief glance back to the dining room confirmed Scar would be okay, and Grian was already beginning to escort the women upstairs when Jimmy looked back. He said to Tango, “Well, it seems everyone is alive. I think it’s about time we get back to shopping,” then hefted the bag over his shoulder.

Jimmy hadn’t made it more than two steps before it was lifted off him, though. “I got it!” Said Tango, tucking it under his arm before Jimmy could protest. Only a pleased expression was given as any explanation.

Shaking his head, Jimmy led them back out the house between tossed out goodbyes. “Right, trader first, then general store, then check in how your shoes are doing, then baker, then butcher.” He listed off as he pulled out his note.

“Lead the way.”

Joe Hill’s trading post was as much a mess of furs and oddities as ever. Up on the far wall sat still, as it had since Jimmy was a child, an old hideous striped suit coat Joe took to wearing every fall. The man himself was at his counter, in hardly more than his trousers and undershirt, strumming away at his banjo. Spotting his guests he paused, tipping his hat before he realized it was on the counter next to him. “Howdy, Jimmy, and his mysterious compatriot.”

“G’day, Joe.” Jimmy replied politely, already beelining for the small shelf where Joe (usually) placed fabrics. “Anything of interest come in?” At the very top were a handful of skeins he quickly plucked up.

“Bottom shelf, under the linens. I thought you might like it, so I hid it a bit.”

Tango bent down beside him, carefully lifting the layers up until something particularly bright revealed itself. Ocean silk, light violet like an evening sky, broken up by its watered pattern. Jimmy’s expression lit up, quickly collecting the material into his bag. He could already see Mayor Lizzie’s face the next time she came in. 

A few other fabrics and furs and a glance around the rest of the trading post later, he approached Joe. They had only just finally agreed on the price when Jimmy caught Tango still in the corner, fiddling with something. A coo caught the blazeborn’s attention, and a beckoning gesture brought him meekly to the counter. It was certainly something, of which Jimmy couldn’t begin to guess but was at least clearly related to redstone. He’d ask the man later. For now, Jimmy plucked it out of his hands and put it on the counter with the rest of Jimmy’s purchases against Tango’s protest.

“I don’t need it.” He insisted.

Jimmy paid him little mind, recounting his diamonds. “But you want it.”

“You already did enough. I’m meant to help you, not spend your diamonds.”

“Well, I’ll spend my diamonds how I wish to, and I wish to buy that. I don’t see you buying it.” Nose held high he passed over the payment and shovelled everything back into his shopping bag. Joe gave a weak goodbye, which Jimmy at least returned before marching out of the trading post. Tango’s protests followed in his wake.

The general store and shoemaker’s were rather uneventful. It had seemed curious to Jimmy that Tango had not met most of the shopkeepers in such a small town. At least until Tango had pointed out most of their pay had been in credits to the company store. Then Jimmy was simply angry. If nothing else it seemed to amuse his guest, who attempted to calm him with a pat on the back before they entered the bakery.

Ren and Bigb’s canine ears both perked up as they did so. “Jimmy my man, how are you?” Bigb greeted his old friend. His sleeves were rolled up still, leaving what was left of his month-old scars exposed without the shyness he’d once displayed around it.

Jimmy’s reply was cut off by sparking hair consuming his vision. “Is that sweetberry cakes?” The blazeborn squealed, pushing himself up against the counter to point. Behind the bakers was a small display of desserts, mostly pumpkin pies and assortments of cookies. The numbers of people in town who could afford to buy them regularly could be counted on Jimmy’s hands, and he’d suspected for a while now that most were only made in the hopes of no one purchasing them.

“Indeed it is, brother.” Chimed Ren proudly, making no secret of who baked them that morning. Jimmy stepped away from them, muttering the adjustments he needed to his usual order while the two continued. “Picked wild from the north and sundried!”

They chattered away about fruit, of all things. Jimmy watched them with a soft smile, about to chime in when Bigb returned. “By the way, Jim.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “Do you think you could, um, do a special order?”

“All my orders are special.” But the joke didn’t seem to subside Bigb’s nervousness.

“Well, last week was the full moon.”

“Yes.”

“My first since… you know…”

Bigb’s ever so slightly furred hand rubbed across his arm, suddenly too aware of the scars along them. Jimmy nodded sympathetically. “Oh, did your clothing not make it?”

“They’re basically ribbons.”

“I see. Of course I can make you something, then.” Jimmy smiled. “Come in tomorrow for fitting. Would you like it to match Ren’s so you don’t forget?”

“You’re a lifesaver, Jimmy.” A long sigh escaped the baker, which Jimmy waved off. A typical loaf as well as a small bundle were handed to him. Jimmy turned to his shopping companion to tell him they were to leave, only to find half a pastry held up to his mouth. 

Matching grins decorated Tango and Ren’s faces. “Try it, it’s so good!” The words came out muffled, a few stray crumbs falling from Tango’s mouth. Eyeing up the two men, and then the pastry, Jimmy hesitantly opened his mouth to take a bite. His wings fluffed up as he chewed, but unlike his companions he deigned to swallow before he spoke.

“I see why they call them sweetberries.” Gushed the avian.

Tango winked. “Perfect for a sweetheart.”

feathers flew at his head, silencing him after a brief shriek. Jimmy gave the bakers a brusque nod and hurried himself out the door to the sound of their snickering. If there was any redness to his face, they had the courtesy not to mention it in their farewells.

Outdoors the sun was just beyond its highest point, beating down on the land below hot enough for mirages to appear in the distance. Jimmy let out a groan merely thinking about the walk to Beef’s farmstead when his shop was visible down the street. Maybe he could at the very least drop off their current collection beforehand. Perhaps also take a break with some lemonade…

“I could go.”

Jimmy pulled himself out of his thoughts to give his companion an odd look. “Excuse me?”

“You need to go to Beef’s, right?” He elaborated, pointing towards Jimmy’s breast pocket where the list lay. “I’m friends with the cowboys there, I know the way. I could go myself while mister birdie gets himself out of the sun.”

“Mister birdie?” Jimmy repeated, incredulous. It was, nevertheless, a tempting offer. He glanced back up at the sky where not a single cloud had formed, even just a small wisp. “It would be very kind of you. Alright, but-!”

The blazeborn jumped at the wagging finger suddenly in his face.

“Don’t you dare let them give you more than what’s on the list, got it?”

“Oookay.” Tango’s nervous laugh trailed off into awkward silence while Jimmy glared at him to make his point. 

When he thought it sufficiently conveyed, he handed over the paper in exchange for the bag Tango insisted on carrying up until now. “Alright, I’ll see you back at the shop in an hour.”

“I’ll make it half.” Promised Tango before he scampered off.

There were pros and cons to having a housemate, Jimmy was beginning to quickly learn.

At home Jimmy quickly placed the groceries away and started to prepare the clothes he was given. Even glancing over at both Pearl and Bigb’s clothing caused a grimace. It might be impossible to recover some of her worn trousers. Luckily, he had cloth left over from when Pearl last returned. The same could not be said for Bigb, who had only requested his services once before, a month prior, for a few alterations. The scraps left were more example than anything recoverable. Jimmy took to retrieving the buttons at least.

He was still at his station, beginning to pin together a test pattern, when Tango crept through the door. A sheepish grin told Jimmy all he needed to know about how his trip went even before he noticed how full Tango’s bag was. “He just kept piling it in ‘for I could stop him.”

“He knows I cannot possibly eat this much before it goes bad.” Jimmy sighed, peaking in when Tango brought the bag closer. “Though I guess we might just bake it into pies for you.”

“I haven’t known butchers to be so generous.”

“It’s their attempt at compensation… Or, I suppose hush money, for working with one of their more private cowboys.”

“You mean Etho? You know what he is, then?” Tango’s eyes shone with curiosity, a twitch in his tail.

“I wonder…” Jimmy hummed, drawing out another pin. When there was no elaboration, Tango flopped down into the desk stool. Having someone watch him work for the sake of it felt very different than the stares of his clients, but Jimmy found it was not wholly unwelcomed. Sometimes Tango would use Jimmy’s patterning paper to sketch out redstone, and sometimes he would fiddle with the tools left about, but more often than not…

“What’re you doing with that?”

Jimmy huffed out a chuckle, not looking up from his work. “Making sure the dress shirt has the necessary allowance for it to be tear-away.”

Tango’s head tilted like a bird. “For Bigb?”

“Yes. In case he is caught out in the moonlight he won’t ruin his clothing. If I do the right stitch the seam will unravel and the actual shirt will not suffer any damage, just need some re-stitching.”

“That seems like a problem with the style. There’s plenty of draped clothing in the Nether and End.”

“I suppose everyone wants to seem like a fashionable businessman. I don’t get a lot of requests for foreign styles.”

“No one wants to stand out.” His hum had a melancholy to it that made Jimmy pause.

“I suppose not, no. Though, the mayor’s husband is fond of doing so on occasion.” Leaned back towards Tango and the desk, Jimmy held out his hand. “Would you pass me Three-Five?”

They both knew what he meant by now. From a small button sorter, carved with a floral design along the top, Tango produced a wooden drawer. Before he passed it properly along, he’d taken a curious glance inside and knit his brow together. He pulled one of the metal buttons out to examine its odd shape closer to the lamp. “What sort of button’s this?”

“Snaps.” Jimmy chirped, reaching to take the near-forgotten drawer. He pulled one out, both halves unlike his companion, and demonstrated how they clicked together and pulled apart easily. “They’re quite new. A fellow across the pond made them for trousers, but I got my hands on a few for Ren and us avians.” As he explained he bore his back and pushed his feathers out of the way for Tango to see them sewn into the wing cuffs of his blouse. “They’re metal so too many in this weather isn’t a great idea. But, they’re much easier to operate where it is difficult to reach, and they pull apart on their own when Ren transforms.”

“And now Bigb?”

Jimmy nodded, giving a pleased smile as he returned to work. “And now Bigb.”

#jimmy solidarity #tangotek #team rancher #rancher duo #mumscarian #trafficshipping #hermitshipping #traffic series #hermitpires #fanfic #fanfiction #mcyt #western fantasy #alternate universe #slice of life #fluff #sharing a slice of cake

[renheng-zine]

⚔ IN/FINITE: Q&A THREAD MASTERPOST 🍁

With how unpredictable they are, one can only wonder what Blade and Dan Heng are up to. Shall we review the archives for some of your questions?

❓ ASK US QUESTIONS: https://curiouscat.live/renhengzine

⚔ hi! super excited for this zine :) just wondering if applications featuring nsfw pieces will be allowed (as long as they are properly tagged)?

🍁 Hi! We’re happy to hear that! We strongly encourage you to submit SFW samples, but if necessary we ask that you submit no more than one explicit NSFW sample (properly tagged, of course). Mildly suggestive 16+ content is allowed regardless as this falls within the zine’s rating.

⚔ what is a switch shipper?

🍁 A switch shipper is someone who ships both top/bottom dynamics of a pair, in this case, both RenHeng and DanRen. Because this is a SFW zine, the Renheng dynamic will not be portrayed through explicit works. 

⚔ Are works in Spanish allowed?  Would you be interested in including this language?

🍁 Unfortunately none of our mods are Spanish speakers, so we are unable to moderate and/or beta content produced in Spanish. This zine will only be available in English and Chinese. 

⚔ is there any specific format for samples of writer apps? it's the first time i apply to a zine so i know very little, sorry!

🍁 No worries! As specified in the zine document, all writing applicants should omit identifying information (e.g. usernames) from the sample. As such, we cannot accept direct links to Ao3 fics, Twitter threadfics, Tumblr fics, etc; please copy the text into a document before submitting. We also require each sample to be 1k-2.5k words long. Other than that, there's no specific formatting requirements; just make sure the document is readable!

⚔ "Any remaining profit will then be split between all moderators and participants involved in the project." will the profit be split evenly among participants/mods?

🍁 As we are still in the early stages of this project, matters such as compensation structure have not yet been finalized. We might consider other compensation models apart from even split depending on the Interest Check results. We will, however, have this confirmed before contributors apply so that applicants are aware of what they're signing up for!

⚔ Will you be judging applicants based on content they create outside of the pieces submitted in their application and/or by their social media presence?

🍁 Mods will only be looking at the content provided in an applicant’s samples/portfolio. We will do our utmost best to ensure that no one faces unequal or prejudiced treatment during the creation of this zine. Furthermore, your social media presence, such as how many followers you have, will not affect your application! 

⚔ hello! im a bit confused over the difference of sample and portfolio for the writer's applications? may i ask at minimum how many do we need to submit? thank you so much :)

🍁 Hello! Those applying to be writers should submit a minimum of five (5) works in their portfolio. Three (3) of these works can be your samples--aka, works you especially want the mods to look at and that you are highlighting in your application! You can also submit three samples that are entirely different from the 5-7 works in your portfolio (for a total of 8-10 works total, if you have a large volume of works you think the mod team should take a look at).

⚔ Hello, sorry for the questions!! "Three individual samples in a similar quality and style that you would produce for the fanzine" do you mean that it have to be works with the theme of the zine? 

🍁 Not at all! By this we mean your “writer’s voice”; if you hope to produce a lighthearted piece for the zine, your samples should reflect similarly lighthearted work, etc. Also, is your work dialogue-heavy or prose-heavy, does it incorporate elements of social media, etc.? We are not encouraging or discouraging any style in particular; we’d like to welcome writers of varied styles to the zine! The same applies to artists of varying art styles as well.

⚔ "A portfolio containing between five to seven pieces in a similar quality and style that you would produce for the fanzine" can it be works of any other type? sorry to bother and thanks in advance

🍁 We recommend against providing pieces dissimilar from the style you’d like to write for the zine as your portfolio will help us know what to expect from you should you be accepted! However, if you are unsure what you would like to write for the zine and want to showcase the flexibility of your style, you are welcome to do so.

⚔ Is there any visual examples for the writing/artist portfolio? Asking because I don't wanna mess up on it 😭😭

🍁 We have added sample writer/artist portfolios to the Info Doc! You can view those as an example of how to format yours, though they do not have to match exactly.

⚔ what is "xingyue"? Is it another name for renheng ship?

🍁 “Xingyue” refers to the ship of Yingxing and Yinyue-jun, Blade and Dan Heng’s respective names and titles when their previous incarnations met as part of the High Cloud Quintet. Hope this helps!

⚔ Was wondering how much detail are you looking for in backgrounds? I mostly like to draw characters as the main focus taking up most of the space and backgrounds are kind of simple for that reason. Just wanted to know in case I would need to add something that's more background focused to the portfolio. Thank you!

🍁 We'd love to include pieces with both detailed and simple/character-focused background. However, we would still like to see background work from artists beyond a simple flat color or gradient background. Show off your skills!

⚔ Hello! Where will the zines be shipped from?

🍁 The EN version of the zine will be shipped from the USA! We will also utilize an agent to distribute the CN version of the zine to patrons in mainland China.

⚔ Hello. Would it be okay if I participate in the zine though I haven't posted anything on twitter?

🍁 Yes! All we require is that you fill out the appropriate contributor application and provide samples of your work, but a social media presence is not required to participate in the zine.

⚔ will there no longer be poets in the zine?

🍁 After holding the Interest Check, we have seen that the majority of respondents are more interested in forms of writing other than poetry. Therefore, the mod team has decided not to include poetry in the zine and we will not be holding poet applications. We will, however, still be holding prose writer applications!

⚔ If you’re a writer for the portfolio could you post a series (like multiple chapters from a fanfiction) or do the writings have to be different?

🍁 We would prefer to see samples that originate from different bodies of work so that we may better gauge your abilities! 

⚔ must the submitted piece (art and writing) be related to renheng?

🍁 Samples related to Renheng are encouraged but not required. You will need to submit at least one sample related to Honkai: Star Rail, though. 

⚔ Can a writer use an already complete work in their portfolio for the final submission if accepted?

🍁 We would like contributors to produce new and original work for the zine, therefore any work included in an applicant’s portfolio is ineligible for publication in the zine.

⚔ Does an Ao3 account count as a "social media account where we can find your work and/or previous experience"? Or should we avoid linking Ao3 accounts at all?

🍁 You may link your Ao3 account in the given space! Writing applicants' identifying information will be hidden during the voting process; it is only the samples and portfolio that need to be blinded.

⚔ are contributors required to have a twitter account? or is discord the only social media needed?

🍁 Contributors are only required to have a Discord account to facilitate communication with the mod team. If you do not have any social media accounts, you may enter “N/A” in the appropriate field.

⚔ Hello does ao3 count as the portfolio?

🍁 AO3 does NOT count as the portfolio. Please avoid submitting AO3 links for samples or the portfolio. You may link your AO3 profile as your social media or proof of work uploaded before 2022, as these fields will not be visible to the mod team during the process of judging samples.

⚔ Is there a preferred format our writing samples should be sent as? PDF, Doc, etc?

🍁 Any format is fine, so long as there is no identifying information included in the samples.

⚔ hi! could you explain why the portfolio has to be a dedicated folder labeled specifically? does an existing portfolio site not suffice?

🍁 Hi! The naming convention was included on the assumption that applicants would be submitting a portfolio through a folder, as is common in zine spaces, but an existing portfolio site can be used as well! Please note, a writer’s portfolio should not include identifying information!

⚔ why are writer apps blind but not artist apps?

🍁 Writer apps are blind as per the preferences of our Writing Mod, in the interest of removing bias as much as possible. Our team is not as strict on this principle for Artist apps because many of us are deeply involved in the fandom and are therefore familiar with many people’s art styles; thus, an artist’s identifying information does not hold as much sway. Regardless, we are only considering the samples themselves in the judging process, not who created them!

⚔ When I paste the Google Drive link, the name of the email appears, is there a problem with this?

🍁 This is fine, when the team opens the link we only see the name of the file and its contents!

⚔ Is there a problem if people applying speak another language? (but they send the work in English)

🍁 Hi! As long as you are able to communicate with the mod team in English and your piece for the zine is written in English, there is no problem!

⚔ Hi, I'd like to apply as a writer for the zine, and as I'm filling up the forms, I'm realizing that they're asking for 'images' on the writing app. Should I submit my samples as images in a folder instead?

🍁 Hi! We apologize for the confusion; that was a lingering typo! You do not have to submit your writing as images, PDF or word-processor documents are fine!

⚔ Just to confirm, if one were to have no social media, the social media question on the first page of the Google Form should be answered with NA?

🍁 Yup! Social media is not a requirement to participate, please delineate the field as NA if you do not have any applicable accounts.

⚔ are you looking for chinese writers? if so, can chinese works be submitted in the same portfolio as english works?

🍁 Hello! Our Chinese writers will be selected from recommendations provided by the CN fandom during the Interest Check. We apologize for the disappointment this may cause, but we encourage you to apply to the EN zine!

⚔ Hi is double application allowed?

🍁 Hey! If you are asking if you’re allowed to apply to multiple positions (page artist, merch artist, and/or writer), then yes, this is allowed, but you can only be selected for one position.

⚔ Hello, it must have a HSR/renheng piece on the samples?

🍁 Hi, a Renheng sample is encouraged but not required; at least one HSR sample does need to be submitted! HSR samples can feature any of the characters in the cast, not just Renheng.

⚔ hi! i'm very new to this, what goes in pitches in writers apps?

🍁 Hello! The (optional) pitch is where you can share any ideas you want to draw or write for the zine! These do not need to be very detailed; a pitch like “Future Renheng sharing tea on the Astral Express as they make amends” would give us a good idea of what you are looking to create.

⚔ knowing the zine is 16+, may applicants (writers especially) submit NSFW works as sample and/or portfolio?

🍁 As the zine won’t be featuring NSFW works, we strongly encourage applicants to submit pieces rated 16+ or lighter; if necessary we ask that you submit no more than ONE (1) NSFW piece with appropriate content warnings.

⚔ Will earlier submissions be judged first? As such will earlier submissions stand a better chance of being accepted?

🍁 In the interest of returning results to applicants in a timely manner, the mod team will vote on submissions throughout the open period for Contributor Applications. We will not, however, make any final decisions on applications until after the application period is over, and thus earlier submissions will not have a different chance of being accepted compared to later submissions.  

⚔ Can the samples to be submitted be uploaded to ao3/twitter?

🍁 Samples can be independently uploaded to whichever platform(s) you like, but we ask you refrain from providing links to any works in which your identifying information is present. Ex; you can copy the text from your fic on AO3 into a Google Doc but don’t mention your credit name within the sample!

⚔ is it ok if only xingyue writing samples are given? or is a renheng sample needed too? thanks in advance!

🍁 xingyue writing samples alone are fine! There is no requirement to submit renheng or xingyue samples, although we do appreciate them!

⚔ given the contributor breakdown, doesn't the compensation model mean that the mods (even after splitting amongst the team) end up making more % profit than any individual contributor would?

🍁 Hi! We don’t mean to discredit the efforts of our contributors in any way by the slight difference in % compensation. Our model recognizes the large amount of work and time commitment the mod team has taken on in order to bring this project to life, and we feel that we’ve established a fair and reasonable split in potential profits accordingly. 

⚔ Will you send rejection e-mail for the people that were not chosen?

🍁 Yes, we’ll send all applicants an email regarding their application status on October 21st.

⚔ hi! is there a specific time (and time zone) that contributor apps will be closing on oct 15? i only ask because i don't want to accidentally get time zones mixed up

🍁 Contributor apps will be closing approximately 11:59PM EST on October 15th!

⚔ Hi, does your application form send an email when it’s submitted?

🍁 Hello! Yes, our forms are set to send a confirmation email when submitted. It may have ended up in your spam folder; if you still don’t see it, feel free to reach out via email or dm and we can check to see if we received your application!

⚔ Since there are already at least 2 guest writers, does the total of 5 writers for the zine remain unchanged?

🍁 Hi! We have only brought on 1 guest writer. Four more writers will be brought on through the contributor application process!

Last edited: October 7, 2023. This post will be updated as we answer more questions, so stay tuned!

#renheng #dan heng #hsr blade #honkai star rail #zine #fanzine #hsr #xingyue #imbibitor lunae #yingxing #honkai star rail fanart #hsr fanart #zines #honkai zines #hsr zine #fandom zine #fan zine

[looselipssinkships-x]

((doodles are bad, spacing is bad, this is a concept))

*from under the cork tree embroidery sweatshirt*

return to sender envelope with a crown -- "i got your love letters, corrected the grammar, and sent them back. it's true, romance is dead, i shot it in the chest, then in the head//and if you wanna go down in history, then I'm your prince" (the music or the misery)

xo (specifically along the neckline) -- closing track title, "choke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of best friends" (i've got a dark alley and a bad idea that says you should shut your mouth)

flaming match -- "strike us up like matches, 'cause everyone deserves the flame" (champagne for my real friends, pain for my shame friends) "i swear i'd burn this city down to show you the light" (sophomore slump or comeback of the year) "light a match to leave me be" (nobody puts baby in the corner)

2/4 -- "we're falling apart to half time" (dance, dance)

gift tag -- "the ribbon on my wrist says do not open before christmas" (our lawyer made us change the name of this song so we wouldn't get sued)

z z z -- "i used to waste my time dreaming of being alive (now i only waste it dreaming of you)" (of all the gin joints in the world) "keep quiet, nothing comes as easy as you, can i lay in your bed all day? i'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake" (nobody puts baby in the corner) "sleeping in and we're sleeping for the wrong team" (sugar we're goin down)

empty chair -- "sitting out dances on the wall, trying to forget everything that isn't you, i'm not going home alone, 'cause i don't do too well on my own" (7 minutes in heaven (atavan halen))

clock -- "set your clocks early 'cause you know i'm always late" (a little less sixteen candles, a little more touch me)

mailbox -- "why put a new address on that same old loneliness?" "mailing letters to a ghost town" (get busy living or get busy dying) "i got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back" (the music or the misery)

notched bedpost -- "i'm just a notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song" (sugar we're goin down)

↑↓ -- "are we growing up, or just going down?" (sophomore slump or comeback of the year)

record player -- "and the record won't stop skipping, and the lies just won't stop slipping, and besides, my reputation's on the line" (i've got a dark alley and a bad idea that says you should shut your mouth)

"love" keyhole -- "to the "love" i left my conscience pressed through the keyhole as I watched you dress, kiss and tell, loose lips sink ships" (xo)

heart (in gold thread) -- "this story's getting old, homewrecker with a heart of gold" (snitches and talkers get stitches and walkers)

#fall out boy #fob #from under the cork tree #futct #embroidery #diy #black clouds and underdogs

[mushi42]

Our Long Road to Each Other

Notes: Contains my self ship with Takami Keigo (Hawks).  Does contain mentions of chronic illness and major injuries. Medical treatments are administered during some of the events.  I am a big believer in fate wanting certain people in your life. What you do with those people is up to you but the universe sometimes thinks it’s important for you to meet people. And as an extra note during his fight with Dabi my self ship diverges from canon a bit. He was injured and his wings damaged but not totally destroyed. He needs months/years of PT and medical treatments to get back to full shape.  Events after the Paranormal Liberation diverge to a more peaceful outcome. 

THIS IS NOT THE STORY OF HOW WE GOT TOGETHER, JUST HOW WE MET

     I think I was always supposed to meet Keigo.  There were just too many close calls to think any different.  I don’t know if the Fates intended for us to fall in love or to just be part of each other's lives.  Either way the poor sisters must have been beating their heads against a wall with how we just kept barely missing each other.  They had woven our threads together so many unlikely times for two people that lived half a world apart.  And yet neither of us was able to pull tight the knots that would bring us together.  Our first misstep was in Japan:

     I had always wanted to do the Japanese cultural exchange with my city’s sister city since I was in elementary school.  Every winter Japan would send  a delegation of high school students or those who had just graduated to TN.  In exchange Tennessee sent their delegation the following summer. Finally the summer after graduating high school I was able to participate and I had planned to make the most of the experience! The first of the three week exchange was in Tokyo. I couldn’t believe my luck. The dates matched up perfectly to go to a Hawks fan meet!  He was normally in Kyushu so to get a chance to see him on the mainland seemed serendipitous.  I had been a fan since I was sixteen and he had just debuted.  How many heroes get to start their own agency at eighteen?!  I’m not normally a huge hero fan.  Of course it’s nice to know they are out there protecting us but it’s a job like any other.  When one of the former exchange students had shown us videos of Hawks during their stay I was enthralled.  There was something about his smile and genuine warmth that drew me in. When he talked about wanting to make the world a place where people were safe and could relax, where heroes were bored at their jobs, you could feel the sincerity in his words, even through the language barrier.  I could see this man was something special.   There was no way I was going to miss my chance to meet him or at least see him in person.  

     Unfortunately our guide had other ideas.  Our sister city sent one of their teachers to make sure we got to see as much as possible in our limited time in the city.  I won’t complain about getting to see all the sights, I was quite excited when we started. What I will criticize was that our guide refused to let us use the trains. “To get the REAL Japanese experience we will walk,” He explained, “And as Americans I’m sure you could all use the exercise anyway.”

     “But isn’t public transport one of the major benefits of living in Japan?  Especially a metropolitan area like Tokyo,” I questioned.  The only answer I received was a stern glare and silence from the guide.  The group was all disappointed but we pushed on. By the end of the day we were exhausted from walking all across the city.  I was so far from the fan meet there was no way I was going to make it in time without using the trains but still the guide refused.  He didn’t really see the point in making a stop just to meet a hero, even a newly made top ten hero.  Luckily I wasn’t the only one in my group pushing to go to the meet.  There were several of the top ten there and the whole group insisted.  We raced as quickly as we could to try and see the last bit of the public event.  Unfortunately by the time we arrived the meet was over and Hawks was in the sky flying to his next destination.  All I could see was red wings growing smaller in the distance. I don’t know who in our group was most upset at not getting to see their favorite Japanese hero but I feel like I was certainly near the top that day.

     The second time our lives nearly became entwined was a few years later.  I was in college and wanted to travel again while I had the chance.  My brother had already done a study abroad in Portugal and suggested I look into a program myself.  After a bit of searching for what would fit my desires best I found a program in Asan, South Korea.  It was an amazing opportunity!  In exchange for ten to twenty hours a week of helping the Korean students with their conversational English we got room, board, and a small stipend that allowed us to travel the country the rest of the time.  And it all counted for college credit.  I couldn’t believe my luck when the councilor suggested this place. The program has about thirty or so international students and we did our best to explore and travel as much as possible.

     “We could do Seoul this weekend,” Addy suggested.  We had been debating for about fifteen minutes or so on what to do this weekend.  We were nearing the end of the program and the three of us were not going to be able to return the following semester for one reason or another.  

     “But we went to Seoul two weeks ago,” Beth reminded us.  To be fair to her she has spent the maximum three semesters in the program so she had been almost everywhere multiple times.  She was always kind enough to accompany us on our adventures to keep us from getting lost.    

     “There is always something new to do in the capital,” I expressed enthusiastically.  After a few more exchanges Seoul was chosen as this week's exploration.  It was a cold weekend in late November.  We had just finished visiting the palace and were trying to find a samgyupsal place to eat and warm up before heading home.  There was a loud explosion not far from us and we heard the screams of terrified people echoing out.  We recognized the words “Villian Attack” even with our limited Korean.  We scrambled to find safety.  There was a gust of wind and a red blur in front of us.  It was him, the winged hero- Hawks.  He was fighting a villain right there on the street.  After what felt like a lifetime, as we hid in a convenience store peering from the window, Hawks subdued the villain!  Addy, Beth, and I ran out the door to cheer the blond hero as he gave a tired wave to the public.  I wanted to get closer to see better.  I didn’t want to miss yet another chance to see my favorite hero up close, especially since I was so surprised he was in the country.  I found out later he had been here for WEEKS trying to find the very villain he captured that day. Larger bystanders kept pushing me aside until I actually fell down, blocking my view.  Again I had to watch Hawks fly off, this time with a villain in tow.  I figured even if I didn’t get to meet him, at least watching him fight and capture a dangerous individual was a better story than missing a fan met in Japan. 

     It wasn’t long after this that the Heroes of Japan faced the Paranormal Liberation Army.  I remember reading the articles about the fallen heroes, Midnight and Crust along with so many others.  The revelation of Endeavor’s past and his connection to the villain Dabi.  Dabi had also gravely injured the avian hero.  While his wings survived the assault they were severely damaged. Even in the following two years with healing and physical therapy that Recovery Girl administered Hawks was never back to one hundred percent.  His range of movement in his wings was lessened. The feathers didn’t have the same response sensitivity that he was used to. Worst was the speed reduction he faced.  All of this doesn’t even mention the new scars that covered his back or the one that reached up the side of his handsome face.  While he was able to maintain his hero position he just never could reach the heights he had before.  He struggled in ways he had never could have imagined before.  Recovery Girl suggested he see a friend of hers in America. The doctor had one of the strongest healing quirks ever recorded but could only heal himself.  He had been inspired by the quirk suppressants made from the blood of a young girl.  He followed the same ideas to make a new healing drug he hoped would change the world.  He recently was approved to test his serum on humans and Hawks was one of the first to sign up for the trial.  He was on his way to America, Tennessee to be specific.

     At this point I don’t know if the Fates wanted to tie us together, strangle us with our own threads, or just snip the damn things so they wouldn’t have to bother with the two of us anymore.  But we got another chance to FINALLY meet.  During the same years Hawks was trying to overcome his injuries I was facing my own set of medical challenges.  After graduating college I went to work in a completely unrelated field, dog grooming.  Other than getting to spend my day with dogs rather than people the best thing about the job was finally having decent health insurance.  My health had taken a nosedive honestly. I was diagnosed with multiple chronic illnesses including Crohn’s.  I had to have a permanent colostomy put in. I had never felt so terrible about myself or my body. I still required regular infusions to maintain what little bit of normalcy I could.  As luck would have it my infusions were administered at the same center as Hawks received his.

     The first time I saw him it took all my self control not to scream let my jaw hit the floor. He was sitting in an infusion chair trying to adjust his injured wings into a more comfortable position.  I wanted to go say hello and tell him I was a fan but couldn’t bring myself to do it.  He was here for medical treatment.  He deserved to be able to get some peace during what I know from first hand experience is not the most pleasant way to spend time.  If I was being honest with myself at least part of my hesitation was due to the fact I no longer felt the confidence to introduce myself.  I settled in my usual chair in the back and pulled out my cross stitch WIP.  I occasionally looked up and saw that not everyone had my level of restraint with the hero.  Even though he wasn’t an American hero he was still fairly well known here.  Three patients and one of the nurses all asked for autographs and pictures.  Once I thought he looked over at me but I was sure I was imagining things. My next appointment went much the same. He was there and pleasant to everyone.  I kept quiet and tried to be at least one person to let him have a few moments of rest.

     The following appointment he wasn’t there when I scanned the room.  I assumed his days had changed or maybe he had been able to get more privacy.  I settled into my chair and readied my WIP for the day.  A few moments later I heard someone sit in the chair next to me.  I looked over to be met with golden eyes.  I actually jump a little and squeak which of course causes Hawks to laugh. “Sorry for scaring you! I just wanted to see the progress you’ve made since the last time of your project,” He laughs and points at my WIP.  I was so confused I just handed it to him wordlessly and tried to compose myself. “Wow! This is really pretty.  I don’t think I’d have the patiences to stab something this many times,” He praised.

     “Thank you, I didn’t realize you had even noticed me or my cross stitch honestly,” I said weakly.

     “Well of course I noticed you. Not often a fan walks past me without saying hello. Especially such a cute one,” He winked. I blushed and tried to gather my thoughts.

     “How did you know I was a fan?” I questions

     “You have a tiny me hanging off your bag,” He points to my Hawks keychain “Why didn’t you come say hello? Everyone else did.”

     “Mostly I just thought I didn’t want to bother you.  Infusions aren’t particularly comfortable to begin with and you deserve to get medical treatment in some privacy,” I rambled."Also I was definitely a little too self conscious.”  He stopped and looked at me genuinely surprised at my response.  He handed me back my cross stitch and smiled. 

     “I appreciate that. I think sometimes people forget heroes are just normal people too,” He reasoned,”How about this: you can come talk to me all you want as long as you keep showing me all the work you’re doing on these art pieces of yours.”  I just laughed and said he was getting the short end of the deal.                   

     He just shook his head. “Nope I’m definitely winning this. I get to see cool crafts AND talk to a pretty girl. Not sure what more a guy can ask for,” he grinned mischievously as I blushed fiercely.  In that moment we both knew that the other was going to be so important in our lives.  If getting us to meet caused the Fates endless frustration, getting us into a relationship almost sent Aphrodite and Eros into retirement.

#my selfship #Cheigo #just a cute selfship piece #Hawks x me #Hawks selfship

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4. If you’re single muse, what other characters would like to do in addition to the muse you have now? 5. Do you make it up as you go along, or do you plot and strictly stick to the plot? 8. Have you lost any friends since you started roleplaying? 9. If so, do you miss them? 12. Roleplaying pet peeves? 13. Where do you get inspiration? Music, memes, books, games? 19. Crack roleplay: yes or no? 21. Ever gotten hate for your characters or your writing?

Random questions for the mun | Accepting | @wexarethewalkingxdead

So because of how hard it is for me to write right now, I'm not looking to RP any additional muses. Hypothetically, if I had the time, energy, and motivation? I'd first want to fully bring back some of my past muses (namely Levi from Attack on Titan and Ted from Bill & Ted.) As for new characters, if I could, I'd try writing Crowley from Good Omens or Gojo from Jujutsu Kaisen.

It depends on the thread, but generally I like to loosely plot something but otherwise make it up as I go, and just check in with my partner and plot further when needed.

There are friends I've made through RP that I've since lost, yes. In some cases we just drifted apart, other times there was a falling out, or they did something that made me too uncomfortable to continue following them. Others just stopped logging in one day and I have no idea what happened to them. Some of them I miss dearly, some I have no interest in ever speaking to again.

My RP pet peeves are the usual. Godmodding, metagaming, trying to force things onto me (ships, headcanons, etc.) Expecting my muse to feel or act any certain way. Partners making everything about their muse is a big one as well, and I also don't appreciate my muse being treated as anyone's punching bag.

I get most of my inspiration from the source material and from music, but I can also get ideas while watching movies and other media.

Crack roleplay can be fun! It can be an easy way to break the ice since there's no real pressure for it to be good, you know? But I can only do so much of it and generally don't want it influencing any of our real/serious interactions.

And yes, I've gotten hate for my muses, my writing, and even my ships. Not a lot, thankfully, but it happens every once in a while. I usually just delete and block when I can.

#wexarethewalkingxdead #✘ || I really do appreciate our little talks ( ooc asks )

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important dynamics.  ˎˊ˗             aka, my own version of the ‘affiliation’ trend. these are muses and dynamics that are important to allie and help to shape who she is as a person. kind of also an appreciation post for my friends for putting up with me, some of these have been in the making for more than a year and all of them feature extensive plotting. please do not feel left out if our dynamic is more recent and not here, all of my dynamics are extremely important to me, these are the ones that i’ve had for a long time and/or plotted a bunch with. you do not need to follow these blogs to get a better grasp of allie’s story, but i might mention them in threads if it is appropriate. these dynamics are pretty much ‘canon’ for allie, with the exception of romantic relationships that exist in their own verse and would conflict with others. these dynamics are specifically for her main verse and the city based variant, i have more planned in a separate post for her other verses, which has a lot of muses not featured in this one.

main verse.

audrey rose, @celestiel.    audrey is allie’s best friend since high school, they grew up together, cheered together on the cheerleading team, and continued being close even after high school and after allie had left for six months. audrey was the person she was closest with in high school, and one of the only people that truly cared about her. audrey pushes allie to be more confident and value her self worth, as well as give her constant support. 

kieran night, @heroanti.    kier is pretty much allie’s soulmate. they are very much an ‘endgame’ kind of ship, they love each other endlessly. they live together in her cottage and just the company helps allie immensely, but more than that, kier helps her grow. there is hardly a moment when they are apart, and space is given when needed, but allie knows that she’s never truly alone and the thought is comforting to her. she is less anxious, though she still has her moments, and is much more healthy, she takes care of herself better and engages in less risky behavior.

akllasqa mamáni, @khronoes.    toxic codependent girlfriends, though allie’s largely aware of the toxicity. she loves aklla, though aklla has a tendency to treat her like an unwanted pet, or a lab rat on occasion because she knows allie will agree to pretty much anything she says. allie eventually gets pushed away by aklla enough and leaves without saying goodbye, pretty much disappearing.

udyati rao, @dvarapala.    allie’s baff (best alien friend forever!), udyati and allie are fairly similar in a lot of ways, though udyati is a little bit tougher and has been through things that made her that way. allie and udyati also go on a lot of adventures together due to udyati’s access to doors to other universes, and the ability to create them. most of their adventures are simple things, just spending time together or doing ‘normal girl’ stuff, but they support each other through everything and make each other feel loved.

olivia jensen, @celestiel.    another one of allie’s best friends, though a distinctly different vibe from udyati or audrey. liv was more distrust when they first met, definitely more of an ‘opposites attract’ scenario, but liv eventually warmed up to allie and now she is a lot more open with herself and her feelings. liv and allie are adventure buddies, but in a different way. they tend to get into mischief together. sometimes the illegal kind.

willow w., @unpossession.    close and cherished friend! willow and allie have similar hearts, but willow is more introverted and shy, and they have a close bond because of their similarities. however, during their friendship, allie began to fall for her, and willow didn’t fall for her as intensely as allie did. after willow goes through a traumatic event, she disappears for a long period of time which worries allie so much she feels like she’s falling apart. when willow returns, allie gets incredibly clingy and hardly leaves her alone, which doesn’t help with allie’s feelings.

jason brenner stilinski-hammond, @rotturn.    allie considers jason like a little brother, and makes herself a safe person for him to be around because his powers can’t harm her like they can a human. he has made many attempt to push her away and she refused to let him, and now they are both doing much better, though jason feels guilt for how he treated her in the past.

corinne delacroix, @rosewiltd.    corinne and allie both have a strong love for flowers, though allie a little more intense, which is originally what brought them together as friends, but now they share a bond that is close enough to be sisterly due to how they understand each other. allie frequently shows corinne how to care for flowers, and corinne reads her stories.

serena carlisle, @wihlted.    soft girlfriends! allie and serena are close because of that softness and their hearts, though their backgrounds are as different as can be. allie frequently visits serena’s ballet lessons, as well, because she loves to watch her in her element. allie has also whisked serena away to the woods for long amounts of time on multiple occasions, rendering her missing from the rest of the world.

nicholas cohen, @celestiel.   nick and allie had been friends when one of her close friends, jade, had dated him, though jade and her had always had a bit of a rocky friendship. after jade and nick broke up, nick and allie had gotten closer. closer to the point of betraying jade and falling for nick. her promised her songs about her, to take her with him and his band and allie fell for it. anytime they were together, she felt amazing. but when they’re apart, allie feels immense guilt for what she has done with nick without jade knowing.

cosmo stilinski, @khozmoh.    another opposites attract scenario, cosmo and allie met after he moved out of beacon hills, and were originally just sort of party buddies, going clubbing together and such. and while it took a while for him to warm up to her and trust her, he eventually did and they began dating. allie and cosmo both struggle with nightmares and are able to help each other with them by being a safe space. allie helps cosmo with his supernatural sight as well, making the horrors he sees go away for a little while when she’s around.

lucas north, @spynorth.    allie originally approaches lucas to help her find his mother, but he takes her under his wing, sort of, after he sees her naivety and approach on life in comparison to him being very much the opposite. eventually, they stop looking for her mother primarily and allie considers him a dear friend, though she doesn’t know much about him beyond him being a spy and nice to her, sort of like an older brother. lucas thinks he’s her secret service.

ruby of crims, @redheart​​.    another one of allie’s toxic codependent girlfriends, except this time there’s a little bit more of a mutual dependency, at least for spending time together. allie and ruby spent a lot of time at ruby’s mothers clubs, and allie began to follow ruby around like a lost puppy. ruby entertained allie and played with her feelings for a while because she liked the attention. however, after she met her boyfriend mat hatter, she left allie behind.

city.

josiah bryant, @celestiel.    josiah and allie have worked at the same flower shop since they were tweens, and when allie’s mother left, he stayed by her side and supported her that day as well as everyday after that. they had been close friends even before they started dating because of all of the things they have in common, and their connection only deepened when they revealed their feelings for each other. their relationship is very soft and sweet and they are very affectionate with each other, as well as a little bit silly.

lois lane, @loisjoanne.    lois adopts allie around the age of 14 after allie ventures into the city of metropolis and they meet and get close immediately. while allie has boarding school back at home, her and lois called regularly, and allie visited as much as she could when she didn’t have school. once allie graduated, she was able to spend much more time with her, and moves to the city near where lois lives.

#i don't wanna look at this again #if i remember more i will probably add them. even making this post i thought of at least 5 that were more than i had planned #𖥸 ₊ * “ headcannons ” … all spring i brushed the confessions out of my hair. #𖥸 ₊ * “ dyn: audrey / celestiel ” … but i love you‚ yes‚ i love you. you’re my best friend. #𖥸 ₊ * “ dyn: kier / neverafters ” … you can say anything‚ i will not abandon you. #𖥸 ₊ * “ dyn: aklla / levered ” … whether you come as a lover or an executioner‚ i am ready to receive you. #𖥸 ₊ * “ dyn: udyati / dvarapala ” … our ghosts reside in the same place‚ behind our eyelids. #𖥸 ₊ * “ dyn: liv / celestiel ” … you’re my best friend and we’re dancing in a world alone. #𖥸 ₊ * “ dyn: willow / unpossession ” … parts of me remind me of you. #𖥸 ₊ * “ dyn: jason / jasnstilnski ” … i promise that nothing will burn you. #𖥸 ₊ * “ dyn: corinne / rosewiltd ” … let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us. #𖥸 ₊ * “ dyn: serena / saintslips ” … my baby’s sweet as can be‚ she gives me toothaches just from kissing me. #𖥸 ₊ * “ dyn: nick / celestiel ” … maybe i like this roller coaster‚ maybe it keeps me high. #𖥸 ₊ * “ dyn: cosmo / khozmoh ” … i'll get by with you on my mind‚ i'll get by with you on my side. #lucas dyn tbt. #𖥸 ₊ * “ dyn: josiah / celestiel ” … i thought of you in the cracks of light. i dreamed of you. #lois dyn tbt. #ruby dyn tbt.

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Yes, please lets talk more about Patrivan. I am so fond of them, I was more into Patrick since season 4 but Iván truly grew on me. He is so sweet and from the first meet you can see how Patrick‘s heart is involved. After all that mess with Cruz and Ari (🤬🤬🤬) he finally is where he belongs, has a loving loyal boyfriend and I hoped so much Patrick gets the chance to move forward and leave all the traumatic events behind. But as you said, it’s Élite and after the trailer I‘m so anxious, particularly that Patrick will die and then there’s that accident with Iván and what the fuck has Patrick done that makes Iván blame him. 😢

On the one hand I can’t wait for the new season, on the other I don’t want it to come if they break them up or have them/one die. 🥺

All true. Elite's editors obviously spent time trying to make the trailer as ominous as possible. But I gave it some thought and re-watched the previous seasons' trailers - particularly S5. And I think my hopes have risen - at least by some degree. Most of the relevant scenes of the last season weren't in the trailer, and the ones that were were vague at best. So, I'm assuming it's the same story with S6. I think Elite is doing a brilliant misdirect that it's hard not to fall for it.

But after all that, I am still anxious. And rightfully so. In the end, Elite is still evil and a ship breaker. They don't know what the heck 'endgame' is if it slapped them in the face. But I can't wait for the next season, too. There are threads from the previous season that still need stitching, and I am looking forward for them. Like Benjamin at prison, the sim card that possibly killed Samu, Patrick's guilt for breaking their family apart, the Blanco siblings facing criticisms at school, the aftermath of Benjamin's arrest to the school, the new Director and how he could be Nico's dad. Made that up just now, but yeah, we'll be seeing a new school director, so. They're definitely going to play a part in the whole thing. And so many more.

I guess the wisest thing for me to do is avoid Twitter because the Patrivans from that site fed me all this dread in the first place (I shouldn't have gone. I almost forgot I even had Twitter). Whether they break them up (which is highly likely) or kill Patrick (also possible and really fucked up), we'll just cross our fingers for now and hope, not for the best, but for the lesser of many evils. Then we'll see on the 18th.

#asks #patrivan #i'll be blogging as i watch and i'd love to see you on my dash too #the more to scream with the better #patrick blanco #ivan carvalho #elite s6 #late to the party woes

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✍ Do you have a beta reader?

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

💖 What made you start writing? 

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write? 

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

💔 Is there a fic of yours/or someone else that broke your heart?

ILY <3

Oh hello boo 🥰

✍ I don't have a formal one, but you know that I send you snippets all the time from WIPs and always feel free to send constructive criticism back! Part of this is answered in the next question, and part is because I (egotistically) feel like a pretty strong editor given my professional background so I don't usually feel the need to have a copy editor!

🙋‍♀️ Actually no! I wonder is that's the case for many people on here? I'm pretty private about my writing (the stuff that isn't published journalism) and I tend to keep things close to the vest because I get embarrassed easily! I'm always worried whatever I write isn't good enough and people will judge me!

💖 I've loved writing for as long as I can remember! In college I was the editor of our paper (just like Victoria), I was a journalist for 3 years in New York after I graduated and it's my life goal to write a novel!! It's always been an outlet for me and something I just love, even things I write that will never get read by anyone else. What made me start writing fics here was actually when I was doing research for (what I hope to be) a novel I'm working on! TGM inspired it, I do have a snippet here, but it's about a relationship between a female naval aviator and a Naval ship surgeon who meet while on assignment — but, plot twist, she got engaged three weeks before the run. I found some Jake fics on Tumblr that felt like great inspiration and helped me learn more about the Navy, and I was instantly hooked!

🤩 Obviously gotta be our boy Jake! He's just so easy for me to write, not sure why. I did a Bradley series and loved it but I won't lie, it took a lot more time/energy to figure out what to write there. I do think I'd like to try to write longform for him again, or even Bob!

💔 Ugh I think (SPOILER) Bradley's death in "As It Was" will always haunt me?? I am a hoe and I just read the epilogue of TiP and it RUINED me but I hadn't read the entire series so that's on my todo list for this week! I don't usually read things out of order, but it was on my dash and I couldn't resist. I love angst, what can I say.

🤲 Putting this last because it'll be longer! From the next chapter of ATF:

“It’s dark out,” he warned. “And late. Come on, let me give you a ride. I don’t want you to walk home alone.” 

You shrugged and stepped forward toward the path that led up the hill. “I’ve walked home alone a hundred times, Seresin. I’ll be fine.” 

And then you turned away from him. You couldn’t see Jake’s face fall, or the way he stayed and watched you climb the hilly path until you were out of sight. 

You and Jake Seresin were not friends. You felt guilty that you had to remind him of that fact, but it seems that somewhere along the way he had forgotten. You were simply reminding him of the reality of the situation. 

It didn’t explain why, though, when you entered your apartment and sat on the edge of your bed, pulling off your sneakers, you felt the sickening thread of guilt spread through your stomach as you remembered Jake’s face when you had said it. 

You shook your head to clear the memory, but it clung, like condensation to a coaster. And no matter how hard you tried to superimpose another thought, another memory, another face, all you could picture was Jake. 

#fanfic writing #answered asks

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@cantillat​ asked:  9. for the romance and friendship ship asks!

Romance and Friendship ship ask meme - Accepting!

9. What do you look for in a writing partner for ships?

There’s a few things I look for. I’m not sure if it’s asking for a lot, but mostly when a blog or mun isn’t interested in/can’t fulfill these, I’m less interested in writing a ship with them:

- Responding to threads. Regardless if it’s a romantic or platonic ship, I really do look for people who reply to threads and interactions. I can be pretty flexible with turnaround time to a point (and same-day replies are off-putting to me to begin with, for longer threads), but if I’m writing a bunch of starters that never get responses or I get replies months later when the mun hasn’t been on hiatus? I then feel like their interest isn’t really there, so in turn I’m less interested in writing a ship. 

- OOC approachability. Especially where romantic ships are concerned, I want to be able to ask questions/comfort level about our interactions. If a mun has no interest in plotting or even chatting OOC, that’s not likely someone I want to write a ship with.

- For romance: Someone who is comfortable writing a slow-burn ship. My muse isn’t going to realize romantic feelings for someone after one or two interactions. It is very rare for Sonia to feel like she’s got less-than-platonic feelings for someone at first sight. I do headcanon that she falls faster and easier as a teenager rather than an adult, but even still, she is much more likely to become someone’s friend than fall in love with them. She does have her preferences of traits/habits/values in a love interest of course, but that doesn’t always ensure she’s going to fall in love with them, and quickly. Let relationships play out! Even if the muses take a look at each other and are just “mm, let’s not kiss. It would be terrible.”

They could be saying it to save face, but they could actually mean it. And either option is fine.

- For romance: I want to write with a mun who doesn’t expect a romantic ship right after we become mutuals. Going along with the above point, let our muses meet! Share some experiences! Begin to learn about, understand, and appreciate each other. I do tend to shy away from blogs that only write romance for this reason, because I tend to guess that all the other mun wants is romance and I’m not going to force my muse into a ship I’m just not feeling.

- For romance: Going along with the above point, I want to write with a mun who does not pressure me into writing smut/demands that our ship contain smut scenes. I do write that content when I’m comfortable with it and my writing partner is comfortable with it, and I don’t tend to just write smut scenes for the sake of characters having sex (which is also why you pretty much never see NSFW IC memes or NSFW headcanon memes over here). If the interactions/threads head in that route and both parties are comfortable with it, great! Sex can do many things for the sake of a larger plot: it can bring characters closer together or push characters apart/make them realize they’re filling an empty relationship with sex, and plenty of things in-between. Sometimes it’s even more interesting to see how muses look at the world, and each other, post-sexual encounter too.

And of course, for blogs that are primarily smut blogs? That’s just not for me.

- For romance: I prefer to write with muns who want to explore a ship beyond the first ‘I love you,’ the first sexual encounter, etc. I like writing fluff and smut (I promise! despite what the points above may sound like at times), sure, but a ship can get boring without conflict, humor, angst, etc. I’m also not a fan of feeling like someone wants to ship with my muse(s) because they want to ship with any version of that muse, or that type of muse, and they can check it off a list of ship types/hoard ships but not actively engage with them after a love confession. There’s so much in a romantic relationship to explore beyond admitting feelings and physical displays of love!

- For romance: I will only write with muns who can separate fiction from reality. I’m in a long-term, committed relationship in real life: I’m engaged to my fiancé and we’re getting married soon. I’m not interested in having a fictional RP spill into my personal life at all. I am not afraid to shut down threads and interactions that try to cross that line. It can suck to lose a writing partner that way, but that’s for for both my comfort and my relationship’s comfort.

And in general: writing style and muse chemistry are essential for close relationships of any sort. It’s hard for me to want to write a ship when it’s a struggle to reply to threads or my muse just doesn’t get along with yours for some reason.

#more-than-a-princess answered #cantillat #more-than-a-princess musings #(Romance and friendship ship meme) #(Thank you for the ask Sin!) #(I'm guessing a lot of these are obvious if you've written with me for awhile but...yeah. here we go.)

[forasecondtherewedwon]

what makes you want to write something for a ship? the chemistry, if they're attractive and or cute together? what moves you?

Anon, OUR chemistry is amazing. Your ask appeared seconds after I opened Tumblr. This is a lovely question and I appreciate being asked! What moves me. Dang.

But all those things! On-screen chemistry is the strongest motivator, but I'm sure if I went back through everything I've written, I'd find a fic or two that was inspired purely by the actors' attractiveness. When writing, I try to see what one character would find attractive in the other, and sometimes that's a physical aspect, though much more often, it's not.

What I've always loved the most—and almost my entire passion recently—is writing canon-compliant material. I don't need extended chemistry in canon to feel inspired to write something; a line or a look or a passing mention of shared history can all be enough to sell me on a ship. I love to find those moments in canon where the threads can be teased apart to allow for further embellishment. I like to find lonely people and make them fall in love, or at least set them on that path.

#asks #very lovely question #thank you

[stories-from-the-beyond]

Thorns of Ice is not coming back. I'm sorry.

You see, a rude anon once said "if you hate it that much then stop it and do something else". Their vibe might have been off but they spoke the truth.

I asked myself why I was making the comic in the first place. To be popular? To show a story that I put a lot of work into?

Turned out I was doing it all for someone who is now long gone. I held onto the comic as if it was the last thread they left behind. It's time to let go. There is nobody left to impress.

The truth is I have been working on a remake of the very long beginning since I didn't like how boring I initially made it. The concept of the story also changed and there was going to be a new title: Can the Withered Still Bloom: Thorns. I will probably keep on working in it, but I am not planning on publishing it anymore. Maybe I will get back to it one day, when it's all finished, and just give you the entire story all at once. Or maybe not. I really don't know. Will probably post random scraps on my main blog though.

You can expect other projects here though, smaller ones, similar to Our Happy Ending and Son of the Jungle, or smaller than Thorns of Ice but bigger than those really short ones. Since Airell and Ewyn won't be my main focus anymore - I will be changing the blog's name (when I finally come up with sth good and not lame or cringe), which until now has been named after Airell and Ewyn's ship name: Thorns and Roses. Yknow. Because of their hair...

About Thorns of Ice... as an artist I am ashamed that something of such low quality came out from under my pen. I will be deleting it from tumblr. There is no need for it anymore. Again, I'm sorry for failing you.

Thank you for following me for so long, for your prolonged support, especially when I kept failing you, when I was falling apart. I appreciate it all. I appreciate the kind words of support. I appreciate the recommendations. I am grateful for you to be here with me. I hope that you will stay, even though everything is going to change.