#yes i watched season 3 but i was mentally checked out since halfway through

[totallyasloth]

brb just trying to rewire my brain because din djarin's given name is not din but in fact djarin

#the mandalorian #din djarin #this may take a while #i've been reading so much mandalorian fanfiction and they all pretty much call him din #yes i watched season 3 but i was mentally checked out since halfway through #i barely remember anything

[tigertales9]

Hard Reset III

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut

Description: This fic covers the week 4 loss to the Titans.

Time/Place: Sunday, Oct. 1, 2023 / Cincinnati, Ohio

A/N: This is the third fic in the Hard Reset series. It's also a shameless sex-fest. I promise there will be more actual plot (and sex!) in the next fic.

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Sunday, 10/1/23 (after the week 4 loss to the Titans)

You check your watch as you pace around the kitchen, your mind grasping at what to say to Joe when he gets home. You roll your shoulders to relieve some tension as you think back to the game.

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The 27-3 loss to the Titans felt like a huge step back after the Monday Night Football win against the Rams. The entire game was a disappointment to put it mildly. Every single phase -- offense, defense, special teams, play calling -- was lackluster as hell. The only positive was Joe's calf injury didn't seem to get re-tweaked, but you never know how it will react from one day to the next. Joe had once again requested you and his parents not greet him if the Bengals lost, so y'all were already in the car heading for the exit when the clock ticked down to 0:00. You beat the team charter flight back by a couple hours, and Joe's parents decided to head home since they knew he wouldn't want company.

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The sound of the garage door opening pulls you back to the present, your pulse picking up when Joe walks in and locks eyes with you. "Hey," you greet, quickly walking forward to give him a hug. "Hey," he mutters, dropping his bag before wrapping his arms around you. "Sorry you traveled all that way just to see a shitshow," he continues, giving you a look that's half grin/half grimace when you pull back and look up at his face.

"It wasn't a shit …"

"Yes it was," he interrupts, heaving a tired sigh. "Don't sugar-coat it."

"Yes, sir," you mumble. "How do you feel?"

He runs a hand through his hair before answering. "Physically, not too bad. Mentally, like total shit."

You swallow hard and give a quick nod, a little disconcerted that he seems to be looking right through you; before you can think of something to say he speaks up again.

"Listen, Sam's gonna pick me up in a few minutes. We're having a team meeting at his house tonight."

"The whole team?" you ask.

"No, just the Captains and a few other guys." He picks his bag up and heads for the stairs before continuing. "We've gotta figure some shit out, make sure we're on the same page then put it to bed." He pauses halfway up the stairs and finally makes good eye contact with you. "The entire season is on the line; somebody has to light a fire under our asses and …"

"You're just the man to do it," you interject, giving him what you hope looks like an encouraging smile.

"Exactly," he states, before disappearing upstairs.

He reappears a few minutes later wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, quickly checking his phone when it chimes with a new text. "Sam's here," he says, dropping a kiss on your forehead before heading for the door. "I may be late getting home. Don't wait up."

Your eyebrows head for your hairline as he breezes out the door. "Love you, too," you grumble under your breath after the door closes behind him. You try not to take his abrupt departure personally, but you're feeling a little sorry for yourself when the door slings open and he walks back in. "Did you forget something?" you ask.

"Yeah," he answers, striding up to you. He leans down and gives you a lingering kiss before pulling back. "Love you," he states. "Love you, too," you answer, giving him a big grin as he hurries back out the door. "Telepathic ass," you chuckle once he's gone. "I swear that man can read my mind."

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A couple hours later you wake up abruptly and sit straight up in bed, your heart pounding for several seconds until you realize the noise that woke you is just Joe in the bathroom brushing his teeth. He eventually walks into the bedroom giving you a sheepish grin when he sees you. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up," he mutters, crawling into bed and basically faceplanting into his pillow.

"It's okay," you soothe, turning onto your side to face him; you run your fingernails up and down his bare back, smiling at his muffled groans. "That feels good," he mumbles into his pillow, a shiver running down his spine when you slide your hand into his hair to lightly scratch his scalp.

"Did y'all figure some things out?" you ask, admiring his tall frame which is clad only in a pair of black boxer briefs.

"Mmm-hmm. Mainly that I sucked today and we won't win shit until I get better."

"The whole team sucked today, not just you."

"Thanks for admitting I sucked."

You roll your eyes and give his ample ass a loud smack before rubbing it.

"Don't get me started," he warns.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning I know where this is headed, but I don't feel like having sex tonight."

You withdraw your hand and scoot away from him. "Sorry," you whisper. "I just thought … nevermind."

"Listen," he sighs, flopping over onto his back to stare at the ceiling. "I don't want pity sex, and there's no way you're turned on after how awful I played today."

You narrow your eyes at the slight slur in his speech. "Have you been drinking?"

"A little."

"Then I won't tear your ass up about projecting until you sober up."

"What do you mean projecting?"

"You know exactly what I mean." You take a deep breath before continuing. "We've had this conversation before."

"Refresh my memory."

"Should probably wait until tomorrow. I'm in no mood to sugar-coat it tonight."

"Fuck sugar-coating," he snorts, "tell me what you're thinking."

"Fine." You push up into a sitting position and look down at him, the hallway light providing just enough illumination to make out his petulant expression. "When you lose a game you get really down on yourself, and you project that feeling onto me. But -- like I've said several times before -- the way I feel about you is not determined by whether or not you win fucking football games, okay? If you lose every single game for the rest of your NFL career, I'll still want you more than anything. Why is that so hard to understand?"

"I just …"

"I'm not finished," you interrupt. "I'm starting to think you're the one who doesn't want sex after the team loses, which is fine, but you need to quit blaming it on me." You slide out of bed as you finish your mini tirade. "I'm not sleepy anymore," you state as you head for the door. "I'm gonna go get some work done."

You walk down the hallway to your office, shutting the door behind you before dropping into your desk chair with an annoyed sigh; you click your desk lamp on and run a hand through your hair. "Way to overreact, dumbass," you grumble under your breath, immediately feeling guilty. "You know he always needs extra affirmation after a loss and instead you chewed him out. Better go apologize."

You stand up and head for the door, stopping in your tracks when you hear a soft knock. "Come in," you call, biting your lip as he walks into the room. "I'm sorry," you blurt before he can say anything, quickly closing the distance to wrap your arms around him. "I overreacted."

He returns your hug for several heartbeats before leaning back to lock eyes with you. "You don't need to apologize. I need to stop being an insecure brat every time I lose a damn game."

"You don't really think I lose attraction to you after a loss, right? I used to think you were just teasing, but I seriously can't tell anymore."

He shrugs his broad shoulders, the action causing his forehead curls to bounce. "I'm mostly teasing, but I've been feeling pretty bad about myself lately so I guess I've been fishing for compliments more than usual." He gives you a sheepish smile. "And I was def hoping to have sex tonight. I guess I laid the pity party on a little too thick, though."

"So -- to be clear -- when you said you didn't feel like having pity sex …"

"I really meant I wanted you to seduce me. To show me you still want me even though I played like shit."

"Okay, that's good to know. I mean, that's what I normally do when you get in this mood, but it's starting to feel like I might be boundary stomping."

"You're not boundary stomping." He slides his hands down your back and cups your ass before easily lifting you up, smiling when you wrap your legs around his waist. "If I really didn't want sex I'd let you know, but don't count on that happening anytime soon," he states, punctuating his words with a throaty chuckle that sets off a steady throb of arousal in all the right places.

He walks to your desk chair and drops into it with you straddling his lap, his lips immediately on your neck after he pulls your t-shirt off and drops it on the floor. You lean your head to the side to give him better access, moaning at the feel of his mouth on your neck and his hands on your breasts, his agile fingers teasing you with barely-there touches before pinching and tugging your sensitive nipples just hard enough to make you gasp his name. "You like that?" he whispers against your ear, his hot breath causing a gush of wetness in your core. "Yeah," you whimper, grinding your crotch against his obvious erection as he continues to tease you.

He eventually drops a hand down and rubs your clit through your panties before slipping his fingers inside to play with your wet folds, his deep voice in your ear sending shock waves of pleasure down your spine as he slides a long finger inside you, adding a second finger when you beg for more. "So wet for me," he growls, making a feral noise deep in his throat when you start riding his fingers, slow at first then faster, your breathless whimpers leveling up to louder moans when he latches his pretty lips onto a nipple, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucks on the hardened peak.

"Don't stop!" you urge, biting your lip when he pulls off one nipple and moves to the other, giving it a gentle nip with his teeth before sucking it into his hot mouth. "I'm so close," you whine as he grinds his thumb against your clit while pumping his fingers inside you, a steady stream of whimpers spilling from your lips as your climax hits. You bury your face in his fragrant neck and gasp for breath, feeling lightheaded by the intensity of the orgasm, existing in a state of total bliss for several minutes until your dainty desk chair gives an ominous-sounding creak.

"Uh-oh," you pant, leaning back to lock eyes with him. "I think both of us in this chair is too much."

The chair makes another, even louder creak and Joe raises his eyebrows. "Why do you have such a flimsy-ass desk chair?"

"Because it's cute and comfy. Plus it's perfectly fine when it's just me sitting in it."

"You calling me fat?" he asks playfully, sticking his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout.

"No, you goober," you giggle, easing yourself off of his lap to settle on your knees on the floor between his manspread thighs. "You're tall and muscular and big," you state. "Deliciously big," you continue, ghosting your fingers over his impressive erection while licking your lips. "Let's lose these," you whisper, pulling his undies off and tossing them to the side.

You take your time enjoying the view before dropping open-mouthed kisses up the long length of his thick thighs, his soft, blonde leg hair tickling your lips as you work your way up to his crotch; he sucks your essence off of his fingers as he watches you through heavy-lidded eyes, the look on his face making you want to do deliciously naughty things to him.

"You're gorgeous," you whisper, sliding your hands over his abs, smiling when his muscles tighten under your touch. The heat radiating off of his big, hard body makes you more than a little lightheaded, and his scent -- a purely masculine musk -- literally makes your mouth water. You decide to let him know. "You make my mouth water," you groan, continuing to drop kisses near, but not quite on, his hard cock.

"No I don't," he scoffs, color rushing into his cheeks at the compliment.

It always amazes you when he gets shy about his good looks; in his mind he's still a nerdy guy, and he's not quite comfortable with the fact that he grew up to be a total sex god. You give him a sultry grin as you double down.

"You 100 percent make my mouth water. Want me to show you?"

He studies your face for a bit before responding. "Yeah … show me."

"Okay." You take your time gathering the excess saliva on your tongue before opening your mouth, letting the spit drizzle down on his shaft while holding eye contact with him. "So fucking hot," he hisses, his cock twitching as you lean down and flatten your tongue against it, licking base to tip before lapping at the precum on the plump, velvety head. The sensual, uniquely masculine taste has another flood of saliva pouring into your mouth; you lean back and lock eyes with him as you gather the moisture again, this time spitting it in your hand before wrapping your fist around his thick shaft, jacking him with smooth, steady strokes for a minute before dropping your head back down to tease him with your lips and tongue, slowly replacing your hand with your mouth as you take him deep, your gag reflex firing a few times before you hit just the right angle to deep throat him.

He buries his hands in your hair as you pleasure him, the words of praise spilling from his lips interspersed with soft grunts and groans that go straight to your core. Tears roll down your cheeks, and he brushes them away then lifts his fingers to his mouth, licking the salty liquid before hissing in pleasure as you lightly scratch your fingernails over his balls.

"Shit, babe, hold up a sec," he grits out. "I don't wanna cum yet." You pull off of his erection with an audible pop, wiping a hand over the spit and precum coating your chin while panting to catch your breath. "Just let me know what you need," you offer, your pulse picking up at the feral look on his face. He loudly sucks his plump bottom lip into his mouth, the action and noise so suggestive that you feel your core throbbing in unison with your racing heartbeat.

"I need to taste you," he purrs, his voice husky with desire. "Then I need to fuck you."

The throbbing in your core escalates, and you cup a hand over your soaked panties to try and ease the almost-painful ache; his gaze flicks down to your crotch before returning to your face, the carnal promise in his smile making your pleasure points hum with anticipation.

"How sturdy is your desk?" he asks, eyeing it as if sizing it up for a naughty, vigorous romp.

"Not sturdy," you mutter, gasping in surprise when he quickly stands up and reaches down, wrapping his hands around your waist and picking you up before striding for the door; you wrap your legs around him and bury your face in his neck as he walks to the bedroom.

He sits you on the edge of the bed and slides your panties off in one smooth motion, dropping to his knees on the floor between your spread thighs; you lean back on your elbows and watch as he lowers his head and flutters his tongue over your clit before plunging his tongue inside you, the noise you make causing him to lock eyes with you as he repeats the action. "I'm gonna cum in ten seconds if you keep that up," you whimper, biting your lip when he lifts your legs over his broad shoulders. "Then let's slow it down," he purrs against your most sensitive flesh, the vibrations from his deep voice causing a shiver of pleasure to shoot through you. "I'm gonna take my time," he continues, dropping delicate kisses and licks on your aching folds while avoiding your clit.

After what seems like an eternity on the edge, you decide to take matters into your own hands; you slide a hand in his messy curls and give a tug, using the leverage to grind your pussy against his face in a way you know he loves. "You drive me fucking crazy," he growls once you let him come up for air, his eyes dark with lust when he raises his head to look at you. "I'm seriously about to cum," he grits out, his breath catching in his throat when you quickly lift your legs off of his shoulders and slide off the bed, straddling him and reaching a hand down to line his cock up with your slick entrance before taking him balls deep.

He makes a noise that's half groan/half growl and 100% primal when your core clenches his thick length; you dig your fingers into his muscular shoulders and start riding him hard, whimpering on every down stroke at the feel of him bottoming out. He leans you back until your back is pressed against the edge of the bed, the new angle causing him to hit your sweet spot on every stroke. "Just like that!" you pant, moaning when he drops a hand down to tease your clit. "Fuck, baby," he hisses as his climax hits, the hot spurts coating your core as he pinches your clit with just the right amount of pressure to pull your trigger.

The sound of your mutual heavy breathing is the only noise you hear for several minutes; when you finally open your eyes and look at him, you have to smile at how totally fucked out he looks. "I think I passed out for a sec," you pant. "Me too," he chuckles.

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Thirty minutes later -- after a shared shower where both of you laughingly complained about your shaky legs -- y'all are lying in bed, trading yawns and agreeing to sleep late the next morning.

You're just on the edge of sleep when he speaks up. "Babe? You still awake?"

"Yeah."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

The silence stretches out for a minute before he speaks up again. "It's kind of stupid, I guess. Maybe I'll keep it to myself."

"What is it?" you ask, sitting up so you can look down at him.

He scrunches his perfect nose up. "We have two games left before the bye week."

"Yeah, Cardinals and Seahawks."

"If I play really awful like I did today, and we lose both of those games, will you still secretly marry me during the bye?"

You give a snort of laughter before you realize he's not laughing with you. "Are you serious?"

"A little, yeah."

You take a deep breath before responding. "Remember that convo we had earlier tonight when I said if you lose every single game for the rest of your NFL career, I'll still want you more than anything?"

"Yes, ma'am," he mumbles.

"Well, let me drive that point home a little harder." You brush his curls off of his forehead and give him a smile before continuing. "If you play like total dogshit in both games, throw twenty picks, lose fifty to nothing, and cut a huge fart in the post-game pressers, I'll still want you more than anything. I can't wait to secretly -- and eventually not-so-secretly -- marry you. Does that answer your question?"

"Yeah," he laughs along with you for a minute before quieting down. "Sorry I'm being such a needy baby lately."

"You're being human instead of a robot," you soothe, leaning down to press a kiss on his lips. "It's a nice change," you say cheekily, giggling when he flips you over and lands a loud smack on your ass. "Don't get me started," you echo his words from earlier.

He rolls you back over and pushes up on an elbow, looking down at you in the dim lighting. "Meaning?"

"Meaning I know where this is headed," you purr, licking your lips just before his mouth captures yours.

#joe burrow #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine

[geometricalien]

oh dear i'm super duper late but I have a lot of questions about your wips!! I wanna know more about sick Akashi, nekoma pirate crew, BoKuroo/BokuAka midsommer, Pining + Jacket, The truth burns and destroys, feeling good, Punk Noya, Strawberry Blonde, sunspot and the merman au!!! Thanks babe <333

Hi Vee!!! This is it, I spent wayyyyy too long on this, I think my finger is cramping from typing. But thank you for asking, I love sharing my ideas, sorry if it’s incorherent.

This is super long so it’s under the cut, saving people room

Sick Akashi 

So, it’s based off of a line prompt “I’d like it if you’d stay” and as the title suggests, 3rd year Akashi gets sick, sorry Vee it’s not fatal, Furihata comes to Rakuzan to check on his friend after he doesn’t answer his phone. The entire premise is Akashi works himself sick with his various responsibilities he takes on as “perfectionist who can’t show any cracks at all”. I don’t want Bokushi Akashi showing up so it’s minus the mental break elements. (also technically in canon terms it's after they have merged so yeah) I feel like they deserve a cute little “nurse” the other from a sickness ficlet. And… maybe… sick Akashi confesses…….. It’s almost a writing challenge for me because Akashi has a more polite sophisticated way of thinking and speaking, so cough yep

The rest are Haikyuu aus so buckle in

NEKOMA PIRATE CREW 

Admittedly this is more loose, less of a solid idea. It’s Yaku centric, and how he went from a merchant from his grandfather’s company searching for lost merchandise and became the first mate who keeps track of the ship's finances and keeps their captain Kuroo on track. Other things of note, he meets Kuroo first as a pirate on another ship who stole his merchandise, Kenma is a sea witch (is that science or magic? That's always the question), and about halfway through the adventure they get Lev on board as a new member. So yeah! Kinda a fetch quest but on of my favorite fanfics is legitimately a fetch quest so it's okay fjdkaljf

BoKuroo/BokuAka Midsommer

This is based off of a fanart by desdelasombra my friend Shayla showed it to me and we threw this idea around together, we really don’t want to write it but it's also spectacular. So it's the movie Midsommar, right? Bokuto is a “gatherer” bringing his friends to come join in his village’s rituals. But we didn’t want anyone to die (except for Kenma sorry he’s dead as the substitute for the main character’s sister), so a grieving Kuroo comes with his boyfriend Bokuto, joined by their friends the smart studious and jaded Oikawa and bright bubbly Hinata. Obviously the three react badly to the first ritual and Bokuto doesn’t understand because for him it’s always been a joyful experience and he wanted to share it with his friends. A Lot of things happen, but most important is Akaashi and Kuroo dancing under the may pole together. BokuAka was in the past when Bokuto was home so part of this is them coming together as poly and escaping the final scene of the movie. Again this is very painful but that art is beautiful and the world is better for it being created

Pining + Jacket (KuroLev)

Again this is a line prompt about lending a jacket because it’s cold and it had so much potential for pining and who is the most pining bastard that I know? LEV and Shayla told me about KuroLev and somehow this happened. It’s currently going to be a sequence of drabbles of Lev pining after Kuroo, what else could you ask for? Uh? Lev confessing to Kuroo and them going out??? Sorry I can’t hear you over the exquisite angst and pain of one sided love that I want to explore

The truth burns and destroys

GOOD CHOICE, I began this on saturday night and it has earned a very special place in my heart. Sometimes I fear that my writing is like a lazy pool, sure it's nice and easy and smooth but there isn’t an intensity or raw emotions, BUT THIS this accomplishes what I want. And I’m really glad, its metaphor and imagery heavy but it really captures their emotions and thoughts without it sounding like I’m a 7th grader writing my first fanfiction glances to my abandoned wips from that time. Okay, Vee, I am a glutton for punishment and angst and I choose to pursue cheating fics. But specifically where and how they build the relationship up again after finding out. So, I was reading a KageHina cheating fic and how the character’s reacted felt off somehow so at midnight I wrote this snippet to fullfill my craving, you know what they say the best fanfiction is self indulgence. Here is a short excerpt,

He wants to brush this aside and continue their lives. He wants to wake up next to Tobio and still be seen the same way. He doesn't want anything to change. 

Tobio is his favorite book. He has read it time and time again. Highlighting, underlining, cherishing. So Shouyou is able to read the silent begging in his eyes. The right clenched fist. 

"Shouyou," a deafening pause "What is this?"

Please lie to me.

…

It stretches on. The eternity of silence. They sit together holding on to the last hope they have. Shouyou memorizes those beautiful hands, each crease and bump. Hands that helped shape him become who he is and that reached out unwaveringly. 

Tobio sighs a world ending sigh. 

Shouyou was the one who created their world, it's only fitting that Tobio is the one who destroys it.

In summary I like angst, I want to feel something 

Feeling good

AAA, okay uh, This is a BokuAka pop star au. Akaashi sings “feeling good” at a big charity event hosted by Akashi (... yes I am AkaFuri trash and I can and will sneak them in anything and everything I write) while he is singing he walks down a big staircase remembering moments in his relationship with Bokuto, how much they have grown and how much he loves him. I love the concept! But I tried to write smut in the beginning of it and OOF THATS A NO. I actually have the majority of it written but I do want to add more emotions and thoughts (the lazy pool writing) and make it Ao3 friendly because I have all of the lyrics for feeling good in it as “post signs” for what he sings and that’s against their rules. 1 major aspect of this fic is it's all leading up to the point where Akaashi says “I love you” for the first time to Bokuto after finishing the song, on stage, in front of everyone and on every screen broadcasting it.

Punk Noya

I have a love for feral boys, especially feral alternative punk boys (and girls and humans) so this whole idea is that Noya goes to another school for high school, embraces more punk aethsetics, and on the first day of the preliminary tournaments he hears the rumors about a high schooler in a gang, getting up to nasty things, and he decides to confront them. He finds Asahi, rants him out and leaves. The plot then follows canon, at the winter tournament Karasuno faces Dateko, Karasuno loses even more badly because Noya isn’t there. Asahi quits volleyball, BUT Asahi and Noya run into each other at the store and talk leading to friendship which leads to romance. Idk man, I want more punk haikyuu characters, it gives me life. Alt Yamaguchi is my favorite but onwards we go

Strawberry Blonde

!!!! So this is Mitski’s song and to give a vague idea this is a pining Kageyama fic where he tries to pull away from Hinata and that back fires. (I  do have more to say but I’ve been typing this for over an hour and I’m getting really tired fjkdaljl) There is one paragraph that I love, so here it is! Kageyama and Hinata are practicing by themselves outside of school and they are playing pepper (its a volleyball warm up practice routine where you partner up with someone pass, set, and spike the ball to each other sesquentially) Hinata goes to spike the ball and for a moment Kageyama sees it, 

They are at nationals and they made it to finals. The crowds are screaming, but everything except the court is thrown into shadows. They are at match point of the final set. Everything is at peak intensity and at the center is him. Flying in the air. Orange hair waving with the momentum. His loud take off echoing in the gym. Arm poised for the kill. Eyes sparking with ferocity and passion as he aims. And finally, tipping the world over is the loud slap of his hand, sending the ball to the far side of the court-

This was actually going to be finished and posted in time for Haikyuu season 4 coming out and the manga wrapping up.... clearly I failed my goal fjdaklfj

Sunspot

You don’t know this about me but I love royalty aus, and this is BokuAka Prince Akaashi and Knight Bokuto. This was a short snippet of this grand idea I have for them where they run away from Akaashi’s inherited destiny together. It has potential to be really wide and expansive with the differnet teams as different kingdoms (AGAIN ILLUSION OF CHOICE, that fic really influences me doesn’t it fjdskalj) But this was a short glance at Akaashi taking a break from studying and watching Bokuto and the other knights practice duel. The title comes from the fact that Bokuto is a sunspot in Akaashi’s life, and his day is substantially better basking in his golden shining light.

Merman au

I’m so glad you asked about this and its technically the one I’ve written the most for since it's actually the one I posted on my haikyuu writing side blog. But brief recap, long term it’s a BokuAka little mermaid au but instead of a sea witch it’s an underwater deity who makes “wishes” (it's a deal) with every royal who is born. And Akaashi has a lot of siblings: Ushijima, Oikawa, Suga, Terushima, and Hinata, and its in that order. So I have information on every sibling’s deal, what they wish for, what they give for it, what happens to them in the future, romantically and otherwise. But, this is the one I haven’t updated in over a year, I am working on it!! I’m currently on Koushi’s (suga’s) wish/deal, its just taking forever. If you want to learn more about it I’ll link it in parts  1  2  3  4

BUT I will work on Suga’s part and then Terushima’s and then to the meat of the idea with Akaashi. 

If you have made it this far, thanks, you are cool as always. My brain and fingers is ded. 

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omg ok it was april 2014, and I was procrastinating on homework and scrolling through youtube. shinee’s lucifer mv was recommended for some reason, and I was intrigued, so I clicked on it. From there, it just spiraled out of control. I was blown away like there’s this one dance move where they all lined up and taemin does this hand motion so fluidly and I was like “this is it.” More shinee mvs were recommended after I clicked that one, so I kept going and watching all the other ones until I watched them all. Their music is just so different and unique, like even after all this time, I can’t find another kpop group who mimics the music style of shinee. and all their solos are absolutely god tier, too!!! they really are gonna be my first and last kpop group. shinee withstood through my stan eras for other groups. I don’t think I’ll ever stop being their fan.

I also found snsd through shinee because their mvs were recommended after I clicked lucifer too. the first one I saw is the iconic gee. taeyeon stood out to me in those mvs. her voice is so distinct, and I’ve been a fan of her ever since. She didn’t have a solo then, but I searched up all her drama osts, song features, everything because I loved her voice so much even back then. so yeah, taeyeon and shinee will forever be my faves, and I love them a lot 💓

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I’m doing really good! I’m enjoying my summer, and my day is pretty lax. I’ve been facetiming friends, watching chopped, making banh bao with my mom, and doing my daily cardio ✨

— what book has had the biggest impact on your life?

the princess knight by cornelia funke. my elementary school did this thing where your parents can buy a book to donate to the school library under your name for your birthday. this was the book my sister chose for me when I was in kindergarten. I loved that book; I borrowed it so many times and kept rereading it. It’s a children’s picture book about a princess who secretly learns how to joust. the king tries to give her hand in marriage to the knight who wins the competition, but she defeats them all and chooses to marry the gardener’s son who she loves 💕

— what is something you think everybody should have done once in their life?

Travel. There’s just something so wonderful about going to a new place, whether that’s halfway across the world or just the town a few states over. It’s a lovely feeling embarking on an adventure to a place unknown to you where you can meet new people, try new foods even if it’s just a random dish at a restaurant you’ve never been to, and make memories with strangers that no one back home ever has to know about. There’s just something intriguing about being able to go somewhere else and be someone else for an hour or a day or a week before you return back home.

— what story are you the most proud of and why?

on my previous blog, I wrote a fic called the universe of us, and it’s 21k+ wc. I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into that fic, and although I can’t read it now without cringing, I really am super proud of myself for pulling through and writing that. The concept of it was unique, in my opinion, and I would love to rewrite it someday! 💫

on this blog, I am most proud of the dumbing down of love. that fic is personal to me because it is literally comprised of my college experiences in written format and the characters embody my friends. I wrote that over the span of 3-4 nights, and that’s the fastest I’ve ever written a fic of that length. the words just flowed so easily for that fic, and the quesadilla scene was the first thing I wrote, and I’m quite proud of that scene!! 💓

— what has made you really happy recently?

I graduated uni!!!!! 💛💛

— what is the first thing you want to do after this whole pandemic is over and it’s safe to go out again?

I want to eat sushi LOL I haven’t had it in four months, and I’m craving it so badly.... I also want to go out with my friends again! I miss being able to see them everyday and our late night shenanigans ):

— if you had to make a soundtrack/playlist based on your life, how would you call it and which songs would you include?

honestly, these are just a bunch of my favorite songs throughout my entire life. some of them don’t relate to me personally, but I remember listening them on repeat, and I still know all the lyrics to them 💘

title: cue the soundtrack of my life

songs: complicated ⋆ avril lavigne ⋮ check yes, juliet ⋆ we the kings ⋮ the way i loved you ⋆ taylor swift ⋮ a daydream away ⋆ all time low ⋮ that’s what you get ⋆ paramore ⋮ i won’t give up ⋆ jason mraz ⋮ holy ground ⋆ taylor swift ⋮ lucifer ⋆ shinee ⋮ don’t go ⋆ exo m ⋮ 1000 years ⋆ shinee ⋮ breathe ⋆ taeyeon & jonghyun ⋮ coffee ⋆ bts ⋮ you are in love ⋆ taylor swift ⋮ walk you home ⋆ nct dream ⋮ i ⋆ taeyeon ⋮ tell me what to do ⋆ shinee ⋮ mad city ⋆ nct 127 ⋮ gravity ⋆ taeyeon ⋮ blueprint ⋆ stray kids

— what is your favourite breakfast food?

omg it’s this one dish that I order every time I go to the diner near my university, and it’s a smoked salmon eggs benedict with hollandaise sauce and hash browns 🤩🤩

— how did you get into writing and is it something you would like to do as your job?

I’ve always enjoyed writing, and my teachers sent me to the young authors’ faire every year from kindergarten to 8th grade. You don’t really get to write creative stories in class when you’re older though, and I stumbled upon fanfiction, and here we are. It’s not something I want to do as my job though. Writing is simply a fun pastime and hobby for me!! If I was forced to write or profit off of it, then that’d take fun out of it ):

— did you remember to drink enough water today?

yes, I did!! I make sure to drink 6-8 large cups of water a day :’) stay hydrated!!! 🤍

my questions for you:

what’s your favorite jelly bean flavor?

if you hated your child, what name would you give them?

do you pour cereal first or milk first?

do you like pineapple on your pizza?

if you could be a celebrity for the day, who would you be and why?

what are three dealbreakers for you in a relationship?

what’s your favorite word and why?

would you rather punch your ult bias in the face full force or lick the porta potty that hasn’t been cleaned after Coachella weekend?

which song(s) would you cut out from nct’s discography?

what’s the most unique/interesting food you’ve ever eaten?

TAG GAME THREE

tagged by :: @pwarkhans ty, sweetpea! 🌸

rule :: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

#tag games

[dayseternal-blog]

A NaruHina fanfic based off of shamy’s doujinshi posted May 31, 2019.  Please check out her 5-panel illustration!

Read Chapter 1 here.

Read Chapter 2 here.

Chapter 3: Better than J-dramas

She was looking at me a lot, right?  

He slumps down into his couch at home, pondering the girl he just met.  

It could just be that she was shy, knew him the best, and so she felt more comfortable turning to him during their lunch break.  

Or, it could be his imagination, his ego, talking.  But he doesn’t want to be one of those guys, who thinks that every time a girl smiles at him, that means she’s into him.

Or…

He tilts his head in thought.  Maybe she liked me a little?

True, they just met, but he’s a pretty attractive guy, right?  He knows he’s not ugly, maybe not a 10, but not like a 3, either.  He works out regularly, and in his own, awesome opinion, he thinks he’s pretty nice.

Would I like that?  

If she is interested in him?

He wouldn’t mind it…

She was rather pretty.  She had a nice face and nice skin.  Nice, interesting eyes.  Nice hair.  Nice voice.  She was a nice girl.  Cute.

Not very fashionable, with her long skirt and sweater layered over another sweater, but maybe that just means she’s not high maintenance (unlike his semi-serious, acting-major ex Shion from sophomore year).

It’s not like he’s really fashionable, either.

He recalls her quiet smiles and determined expressions.  Yeah, she was cute.  She definitely seemed sorta innocent, which is a quality he doesn’t see too often in girls his age anymore.  That seems to really up her appeal to him in ways he doesn’t want to self-examine.    

Wonder if she has a boyfriend.  

He remembers everything she told him and the things he learned about her online.  He knows she doesn’t have any social media accounts, or they at least don’t pop up on search engines.  And nothing she said hinted at a special someone.

She did talk about a few friends.  

He frowns at the extent of his contemplation.  I should just ask her out!   It wouldn’t be a big deal because if she says no, he’d probably never see her again after the concert, unless she has another concert, but it’s whatever.  

He’s old enough to ask people out casually, isn’t he?  

It’s just not something he’s ever really done.  With his “free” time in college spent in various theatres around town part-timing, building his network, or watching other shows to learn new design ideas, he doesn’t exactly have a strong dating history.  Usually Sakura makes it her personal mission to hook him up with someone, but it’d be nice to not wait for her to find him his next maybe-we’re-together-but-maybe-we’re-just-seeing-each-other fling that inevitably ends because the girl can’t handle his fluctuating work schedule (Monday and Tuesday or Thursday off, work some weekday nights and every weekend).  

Imagine if he told her he started dating someone without her help!  Hah!  He’s not a helpless case after all!

Anyway, it’s not a big deal.        

He can do it.

And, if he doesn’t start now, Sakura will run out of willing friends eventually, and he’ll have to start signing up for those dating apps and “sliding” into random people’s DMs, and, well, he’d rather not?

Yeah, yeah, I’ll ask her out for coffee or something.

With that matter settled and tucked away for later, he grabs the remote, turns on the streaming app, and navigates the site to the drama.  It’s only 13 episodes long, one hour each. He can definitely marathon it, especially since he doesn’t have to go in for work in the morning.

He’s halfway through the first episode when his flatmate, his best friend, walks in.  “Oh, you’re watching Picture Tomorrow.”  

Naruto turns to hear Sasuke dumping his stuff in the kitchen.  “Yeah, did you watch this?”

“Sakura made me.”

Figures.  Naruto turns back to the show.

“You’re not going to like it.”

“I’m not?”

“Well, of course not since the girl dies at the end.”

Naruto turns furiously to see him standing there indifferently.  He throws his hands up.  “Sasuke!”

“What.  You didn’t know that?  How could you not know that?”

“Well, I didn’t!”

“Oh.”  Sasuke retreats back to the kitchen.

With the end spoiled, Naruto continues the show with less enthusiasm than before.  He watches the love interest gaze at the simpleminded heroine curiously.   She’s gonna die!  Don’t fall in love with her!   He sighs as he realizes every single moment watching this drama will now be colored with those thoughts.  “Did you like it?” he questions loud enough for Sasuke to hear over the sound of the sink’s running water.

“...”

Naruto watches Sasuke silently deliberating across the serving counter.  If he hated it, he would have said so already.  “So it’s a good show, then?”

“It’s interesting.”

That’s pretty much Sasuke-speak for ‘it’s great.’  “I’m gonna marathon the whole thing tonight.  You wanna join?”

Sasuke grimaces at him.  

But a couple minutes later, after he microwaves some leftovers, he joins him on the couch.

“Oh, this is one of her songs,” Naruto comments aloud as the episode flashes a few sponsors before a commercial break.

Sasuke turns to look at him.

“Hinata, the pianist.  She’s having a concert at HKT this Saturday, and I’m her point person,” he explains.

Sasuke silently nods.

Throughout the drama, he vocally notices her songs.  “This is her song, too...think this one’s called ‘Finally Arrived.’”  He mentally considers that the music sounds different from her online profile, like with other instruments added, and he doesn’t doubt that she composed the music for them, too.  “Gee, she’s really talented.”  

“Hn.”

Eventually Sasuke leaves him alone, and it’s a good thing because when the heroine tells her love interest her diagnosis, but they start dating anyway, Naruto finds himself tearing up.  

By morning, he’s got a permanent frown on his face when she tells him she wants to break up with him, while keeping her terminally ill prognosis secret.

Sasuke comes out, readying for work.

“Sasukeeee...why…” he exhaustedly whines.  

“I told you you wouldn’t like it.”

“No, no, I like it...I think…”

“Are there still tickets for her concert?”

“Wha?  Oh, I dunno...probably…ugh I hate this show...I mean I don’t hate it…”

“Stupid.”

“Noo, this is your fault.”

“Later.”  The door clicks shut, and Naruto is left alone to wallow in his misery.

Sasuke doesn’t come back that night, probably staying over at Sakura’s place, so he doesn’t have anyone to voice his thoughts to until the next day when he goes in for work.  

He tells the rest of the crew about how his jerk of a flatmate spoiled the ending, and how touching it was that the boyfriend ended up becoming a cancer researcher.  

To which their only reaction of note is how Naruto didn’t know that the girl was going to die at the end.  “How did you not know that?”  “The novel’s been on the best-selling list all season!”

“I just didn’t know!”

When Hinata comes in for her rehearsal, he unthinkingly engages her in his venting.  “I finally watched Picture Tomorrow!” he informs her.

Her lips turn up slightly.  “Oh, did you like it?”

“Yes!  I hated it.”

“Oh…”

“It was so sad,” he bemoans.

“So...you didn’t like it?” she asks.

“No, it was great!  It was awful,” he clarifies for her.

It starts quietly, her giggle.  He watches her light grey eyes disappear into small slits under dark lashes, and he’s momentarily struck by the realization that he made her laugh.

“Your music was great, too,” he adds, and he suddenly finds himself much more taken with her smile than the drama.  She’s wearing make-up today.  And a dress.  “It completely tied together every scene, it was really nice.”

Her eyes, her entire expression, shines up at him.  “Thank you.  I’m glad you liked it.”

“Yeah...”  He works his hand into the back of his neck.  Right before the rehearsal starts would not be a good time to ask her out.  So, he redirects his thoughts to his work.  “Are you ready to get started?”

She nods, her shy gaze still focused on him, her cheeks still lightly pink from her laughter.

And he notes how she still looks happy as she follows him toward the stage.

He and the rest of the crew clap and give her cheers as she bows to the empty seats.  

She turns and looks at him, smiling a scrunched up, embarrassed and amused expression at their antics.

He grins at her, making sure to holler an extra loud “Wooh!”

Her mouth seems to drop open in surprise, her brows furrowing in confusion at his enthusiasm as she comes off the stage into the wings.  

“We won’t be able to cheer you on tomorrow night, so we gotta do it today,” he explains.  Tomorrow they’ll all be in work-mode.  Silent and invisible.  

“Oh,” she answers thoughtfully.  “Thank you.”

“Yeah!  Everything sounded great.  Looks like we’re ready for tomorrow!”  

She smiles in agreement and nods.  

He feels his weight tipping forward toward his toes, an antsiness that urges him to bounce on his feet.  Now’s the time, now’s the time.

His senior’s yell bursts through his thoughts.  “Hinata!  Before you go, I wanted to know if you’d sign this sheet music for my wife.  She teaches your songs to some of her piano students.”

She turns from him, her smile directed away.  “Oh, sure!”

Naruto lets out a silent sigh.

He doesn’t get another moment alone with her, and he doesn’t want to subject himself or Hinata to the pressure of asking her out in front of everyone.

It’s only later that night when he’s leaving the theatre and walking to the bus stop that it occurs to him he could message her.  He has her number saved, at the time it was for “just in case” as her point person.  

Well, but asking her out in a message seems like a cop out.

He fiddles with his phone for a few seconds before opening a new thread.  

“Hey Hinata this is Naruto”  

He sends it before he can regret it.

He waits a minute.  

Nothing.

She might be one of those people who doesn’t obsessively check their phone’s notifications.

He starts typing again.  

“We’re all getting dinner around 4:30 tomorrow.  You’re welcome to join us before your warmup”  

He stares at his phone for a few seconds before pocketing it.  Based on her response, he might be able to gauge her interest in him.  If she responds.

His phone vibrates when he’s nearing his stop, and he’s relieved to see that it’s her as he exits the bus.

“Hello, Naruto, thank you :)  I’ll be there!”

A positive response.  A pretty normal, positive response.  

He doesn’t gauge anything from it, and now he has to figure out how to reply.  For anyone else, he would just “like” her reply.

But she’s not exactly just anyone, and he kind of wants her to notice him the way he’s noticing her.

“Great, see you tomorrow”

He considers adding “have a good night,” quickly decides against it, and presses send.

Her reply comes almost automatically.  “Yes, have a good night :)”

He frowns at his phone.  He should have just added it the first time.  Now is it weird to drag on the conversation?  Why didn’t she just say “see you tomorrow” in response?

Before he can take any longer thinking about it, he sends a short message.  

“You too”

He lets out a long breath.  

The last time he exchanged messages with a girl (that wasn’t a platonic friend) was three months ago.  That contact didn’t last past the first date, set up by Sakura.

They were incompatible.  Little attraction on both sides when it came to conversation.

It would be nice if he could have a relationship.  None of this waiting around, none of this feeling the other person out, none of this second-guessing every move, or just trying to make a move.  

He’s ready for more.

He's ready for someone to share some sweetness with.

#naruhina #fanfic #music au #theater au #modern au #piano au #thank you shamy #shamyliciouss #romance #fluff #naruhina fanfiction

[miraclerizuin]

quarantine questions, tagged by @pimpernels​

Are you staying home from school/work?  Yes, my part-time job has switched to remote, my classes have all transitioned to online, and my internship has set up an alternative project for me since I can’t go to the location anymore

If you are staying home, who’s with you?  roommate + their cat + all of our anxieties

Are you a homebody?  it’s hard for me to work up the initiative to leave the house sometimes, but I know that it’s better for my mental state to go out every day.  & I do like to go places.  I haven’t been further from my front door than I can walk on foot in almost 3 weeks which is very weird.

An event you were looking forward to that got cancelled?  Ngozi Ukazu’s Check, Please! Vol. 2 release tour.  I had to go to class on the night she came to town for the vol. 1 release, and I was really looking forward to getting a signed copy of Sticks & Scones in person...

What movies have you watched recently?  my roommate and I have been alternating watching our “comfort movies” so we watched Inception for me, How to Train Your Dragon for them, Star Trek XI for me... oh and we watched Frozen and Frozen 2 so now “All Is Found” is the only song that exists

What shows are you watching?  Doctor Who continues to take over my entire life; we’re on part 8 of the classic serial “The War Games” rn and also halfway through season 9 of the new series.  also Iron Fist season 1, Psych season 5, random episodes of Leverage, and it’s possible that I’m watching Supernatural again... and we started watching the new show Vagrant Queen!

What music are you listening to?  all the music, all the time.  soundtracks for Frozen, Witcher, Doctor Who.  I have lists of my favorite albums and my roommate picks numbers at random.  or I put on one of my hundreds of playlists.  today we are exploring my “mystery playlists” which I made sometime in the past decade but forgot what they are for.  this one is just called “x” & the current song is “Addicted to You” by Avicii.

What are you reading?  been bogged down in reading for school lately, I read Mare’s War by Tanita S Davis, Echo by Pam Munoz Ryan, & Locomotion by Jacqueline Woodson which I liked, Island of the Blue Dolphins which was OK, The Book Thief which I was enjoying but it was too long, Winger by Andrew Smith which I DNF’d after about 100 pages.  Would like to start reading for fun again soon since the school reading should be less.

What are you doing for self-care?  trying to be kind to myself, balancing work and not-work, paying attention to my body, sketching doctor who characters, muting people on twitter indiscriminately.

I’m not gonna tag anyone but consider yourself tagged if you wanna answer these questions, I’d love to hear what y’all are up to

#have a cluckity cluck cluck day

[skekteksfurby]

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic: A Lookback

I’ve been uncertain about whether or not to do it, but I’ve decided to go through with it. Tonight is the finale of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, a series that used to be a huge part of me. It’s a bit of a bittersweet ending for me. I know I’ve already seen the leaked final episodes, but I’m going to be watching them again after they’ve officially aired tonight. 

But for now, I’m just going to look back at this show, my thoughts on it, and how it affected me.

Pre-G4

My journey with the MLP series actually goes way back. I remember watching the G1 series and movie a lot of times. I collected some of the toys, though I only started getting into collecting those when G2 was just coming out, as those were the toys I had the most of (and to this day still like the most aesthetically). I also had some of the G1 episodes on VHS, which I would watch over and over again. My favorite G1 pony was Sweetstuff!

I actually never watched the G2 series, My Little Pony Tales, and (from what I’ve heard), that’s maybe for the better. I really enjoyed collecting the G2 toys, though, and playing the G2 game. I to this day regret losing it somewhere. 

G3 I also enjoyed. At least, what I saw of it. The A Charming Birthday special still was the one I watched the most due to having a VHS of it as well. I saw the occasional other special of G3, but never a lot. I stopped watching the series after a while, having reached the age where I moved onto other things, though I still collected those tiny Ponyville ponies that came out. Finally, after doing nothing with my old ponies (my collection was mostly G2 and G3 at this point) I gave all of them (safe for the Ponyville ones) away to a local school. 

Then G4 came along.

G4- Season 1

My first thoughts when seeing the images and clips of the new series was just mostly neutral. I thought Fluttershy looked like Posey and I was at first honestly kind of pissed off they made Rainbow Dash a pegasus tomboy (I actually really liked her G3 counterpart back in the day, so seeing her this different was weird to me). 

I didn’t actually watch the show, but a lot of my internet friends these days were into the series, and I started to see the Brony phenomenon pop up slowly and surely more and more. It didn’t really bother me, just thought it was kind of odd at first, but soon accepted it. 

Then, finally, though I don’t know what it was that made me do it, I checked out the opening two-parter. And I really liked it. I watched a few more episodes after that, though out of order, and eventually grew disinterested, so I abandoned it after a whilewithout having watched some season 1 episodes. I also didn’t like the finale of this season (which I really thought would be the final episode back when). I still liked some aspects of this series. Over a Barrel and Sonic Rainboom were my favorite episodes, and I really loved Rainbow Dash as a character. 

I didn’t participate much in the fandom, however, unless you count me chatting with my back-then best friend Abra about it. 

G4- Season 2

I got back into the series when season 2 just came out, and this is the point where I like to consider myself officially becoming a fan. A popular animash YouTuber I was subscribed to back in the day uploaded the two-parter to his channel, and I watched it, and just kinda got hooked from there. I loved Return of Harmony and Discord as a villain. 

I watched all of the other season 2 episodes as they were coming out. I didn’t tune into livestreams quite yet, but all of the episodes were still safely uploaded to YouTube (Hasbro didn’t go copyright strike-mad yet) and I watched them there. My favorite episode that I watched when it came out was A Canterlot Wedding. Another one that just really hit close to home was Hurricane Fluttershy, and slowly but surely she started to become my favorite pony, after Derpy (yes, I used to be big into background ponies. Don’t judge me, I was having fun). 

After I was out of season 2 content to enjoy, I started to go back and watch those final season 1 episodes I missed out on earlier. I also started to participate more in the fandom, faving tons of MLP art on DeviantART and of course making my own OC’s. I even wrote a fanfic for a while (in my back then very, very broken English) about my OC Thundershot. It was horribly unoriginal and she was basically diet Rainbow Dash, but what can you do. 

I also bought some of the G4 toys while this was going on, though I was very shy about it since I had no one to share it with and I was by this point well past the target demographic. I probably had it easier than most male bronies at this point, but still felt very awkward about it.

G4- Season 3-4

Season 3 marks the point where I figured out how to watch livestreams. I remember being really excited for The Crystal Empire (and ultimately being disappointed by it). I was there during the livestream of that, and, yes, I did indeed experience the Gak meme being born. Good ol’ times.

All other episodes I also proceeded to watch of this season on stream. This was also roughly where I discovered the MLP review/analysis community. I animated a lot in these days (we’re not going to talk about what) and would have these videos playing in the background to have something to listen to. 

I also recall really liking some season 3 episodes that others hated. I’m actually kinda fond of Apple Family Reunion and Spike at Your Service to this day. Spike and Applejack also were my least favorite characters back then, so it was unusual for me to enjoy their episodes. As for the Discord redemption thing... I used to be all for it back when, but nowadays I honestly think I’d preferred it if he stayed a villain, or got a better redemption. More on that later.

Season 4 was and still is my favorite season of this show. It gave us wonderful episodes such as Flight to the Finish; Rarity Takes Manehattan; Pinkie Pride, Maud Pie; Testing, Testing, Testing, 1, 2, 3; Equestria Games and of course the very best episode to come out of this entire show: Twilight’s Kingdom. I will fight you on that. 

By this season Rarity slowly also started to be one of my favorite ponies, and I even grew to like Spike a lot more. Applejack I still couldn’t care less about, though. No matter how much I want to like the character, I just can’t connect to her at all.

This season was where I liked to consider my fan-ness for this series was at it’s peak. I actively drew fanart, browsed art, listened loyally to every major analysis/review brony’s thoughts on each episode, watched a shitton of those GMod/SFM animations, PMV’s, joined nearly every stream, etc. Now I just had to wait for season 5.

G4- Season 5-7

This is, unfortunately, where things started to become a blur for me. Not only because I felt that nothing could top season 4, but also due to my deteriorating mental health. 2015 is where my depression started. I had less gusto to do literally anything, including participating in the fandom and watching the show.

There was also more shit going on in the fandom, with major analysis/review bronies (among others) leaving (and some making quite a big stink about it, too). I myself still watched some of the streams of the earlier episodes, but felt more and more disconnected from the show. One episode I did really cling onto, though, was Amending Fences, as it really hit close for me.

I continued to watch little to none of the new episodes. I know season 6 was coming out at some point, but just ignored it. I had at this point lost all my care for a lot of things, MLP included.

However, as I eventually got better, I finally started to be interested in the show again. I had a shitton of catching up to do, as I think season 7 was already past the halfway point or maybe even nearly done. So I continued to watch the new episodes. And I... enjoyed it. In moderation, maybe, as I still wasn’t back to how I used to be, and I still don’t enjoy a lot of these episodes to the same extent I did some of the older ones, but I enjoyed it at the very least again.

Some things I did not care about in 6-7 were Starlight Glimmer and how Discord was handled. Starlight I initially liked, but quickly saw how bad of a character she really was. I was also all of Discord’s redemption in season 3, but then the seasons onward proceeded to turn him into an expy of the Genie from Disney’s Aladdin. Feel free to chase me with your pitchforks for saying this but, I never quite liked Genie from that a lot. He’s funny at some points, but also really annoying and needlessly busy for me? I always got this feeling that he would overstimulate me if we got more content of this guy. I just never cared much about the Genie, so seeing Discord become essentially this was a big disappointment.

I did like Trixie’s return, though she could also be needlessly air-headed. Overall, seasons 5-6-7 were much more of a blur for me. A blur I somewhat enjoyed, but still more or less a blur. I can recall very little episodes of these seasons by name, or name very little I actually really liked.

G4- The Movie

If you want to hear my full thoughts on it, just go here, where I did a Movie Thoughts on it. I actually saw this one in cinema with my friend... in Dutch. Yeah, there was no OV release of it here, so I had to go to the cringy Dutch dub if I wanted to see it in cinema. I did this and, the horrid dub aside, I enjoyed it fine. Nothing grand, but it had some good animation and moments. I liked Tempest (though I definitely think she should’ve had more comeuppance for her crimes) and “Open Up Your Eyes” especially. 

The movie didn’t particularly reawaken my old love for the show again, but I still thought it was decent and deserves some credit. I’d just rather re-watch some of my favorite episodes of the show over this film. 

G4- Seasons 8-9

Though I was doing much, much better again at this point, the show still remained somewhat of a blur for me. I watched each episode, but, much like during 5-6-7, felt little to no need to watch them live or multiple times unless they stood out in particular. 

I still don’t quite know what to make of the whole School of Friendship idea. I like the Young 6, but still wonder if they were really necessary. Couldn’t they have just told more stories about characters we already knew? We also got some episodes I really didn’t care for like Horse Play, The Parent Map, A Matter of Principals, Friendship University, The End in Friend and especially Yakity-Sax. As for Rockhoof and a Hard Place, I’m not even going into that. Yikes.

I also thought that the idea that the villain that is a kid gets sent to the MLP version of hell is really...yeah. No thanks.

I also watched some of the specials (Rainbow Roadtrip and The Best Gift Ever) during this time and felt rather uninterested about them. Also, no, I won’t be bringing up Equestria Girls in this.

Season 9 I’ve also seen in its entirety thanks to some Dutch streaming service leaking the final few episodes (again with the bad dub, but there’s not much to be done about that until the official release). Season 9 is again very much a blur for me. I tried to like it as much as I did in the old days, but I just don’t connect that much to this show again. 

Still, I felt really bittersweet when the final few episodes were over. No matter how slowly disconnected I became from the show overtime, I still grew up with these characters. I was about 13 when I first got into the show. Now I’m 21 and a whole different person. I’ve combated a depression and trauma, learned to accept my gender identity, grown as a writer and artist, etc. 

So, no matter how slowly I drifted apart from the show, I definitely do feel something for it. It’ll always have this special place in my heart, especially the first four seasons. I met a lot of people and got to experience what it was like being in a fandom for the first time. True, not everything that came out of the show and the fandom was pretty, and I still don’t feel comfortable calling myself a brony anymore. I just casually enjoy re-watching some of my favorite episodes from time to time.

Sorry for this rambly random distorted mess of a post, but I just wanted to do something for the 9-year anniversary and the final episodes coming out today. Thanks for the good times, MLP. I’m curious to see what G5 will have to offer. So long, horses.

#mlp: fim #mlp:fim #My Little Pony #my little pony friendship is magic #my little pony: friendship is magic #mlp #mlp g4 #tekrim text #long post

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Lucifer Fic: Snow at Christmastime (1/1)

@someoneasgoodasyou I was your TDN Naughty or Nice gift giver! The prompt was “snowed-in”---but since you wrote such an amazing snowed-in fic(!!!), I wanted to go for something completely different.

I hope you have the very happiest of holidays!! <3

Also on AO3

Snow at Christmastime

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“Mommy,” said Trixie plaintively, pushing a piece of chocolate cake around her plate. “Why don’t we ever get snow at Christmastime?”

Chloe smiled, pretended to go for the piece of cake, and was relieved when Trixie immediately scooped it up and gulped it down. “Because we live in Los Angeles, Monkey. Haven’t you guys talked about weather and climate in school?”

With a heavy sigh, Trixie replied, “Yeah. But it’s not fair.”

“Snow is overrated,” Maze added, ignoring Trixie’s plate and cutting herself a ridiculously large slab of devil’s food cake—her second. Trixie watched her with wide eyes, and Chloe started the mental countdown. 5-4-3-2—

“If Maze gets more cake, can I have some, too?”

“Little monkeys don’t need that much sugar three hours before bed.”

“But—”

Chloe gave her Mom Look #3—Don’t Push Your Luck, Young Lady—and Trixie subsided with a half-hearted huff.

“Scrooge,” said Maze, and offered Trixie a mouthful of cake from her own plate.

#

The next day—Christmas Eve, and Chloe woefully unprepared because a particularly ugly case had kept her busy for most of December—a knock on the door was followed by its immediate opening, even though she was sure she’d bolted it after Maze left.

“Good morning, Detective,” Lucifer greeted. “Dearie me, it is rather…” He gestured vaguely as he entered, pulling a suitcase. “‘Bah, humbug,’ isn’t it?”

She tried to see the room the way he must. The artificial tree listed halfway out of the box, undecorated. When she’d tried to plug it in, the pre-strung lights had been dead, and she’d meant to go through and check them all, but that had been just before the third body dropped. A pile of fake boughs of holly spilled across the floor beside it, halls decidedly undecked. She didn’t even know where the box of ornaments was.

And that wasn’t counting the dishes from breakfast, Maze’s empty vodka bottle(s), the pile of laundry that had only made it halfway to the machine, and some kind of explosion of art supplies Trixie had abandoned mid-project.

“Don’t tell me you’re pro-Christmas,” Chloe replied.

Lucifer lifted an eyebrow. “What’s not to like? Gluttony, fulfilled desires, general debauchery. You missed a chorus line of sexy Santas at Lux last night. Shame.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I thought maybe the, you know,” she waved a hand at him, then in the general direction of the tree, “familial connection might put you off.”

“Come now, Detective. That’s not how it works. Avoiding family is a long-standing Christmas tradition, is it not?” He glanced around the room, gazing into corners with exaggeratedly wide eyes. “Or have you hidden your mother in a closet?”

She made a face. “Mom’s in … I want to say Amsterdam? But it could be Brussels.”

“And you’re heartbroken.”

She lifted a shoulder. “I don’t dislike spending time with the people I care about, Lucifer.”

“Well, yes. That is why I’m here.”

“Lucifer!” Trixie barreled out of her room, arms flung wide. “You’re here!”

Chloe noticed—but didn’t mention—that even though he had plenty of time to step out of Trixie’s way, he didn’t. He just glowered down at Trixie with an aggrieved air and said, “Child.”

Trixie still clung to Lucifer’s waist, and Chloe thought about calling her off, but since he wasn’t even squirming, she decided to see how long he’d let the hug last. Chloe said, “I’m not coming to see your Santas.”

His brief leer said he’d picked up her completely unintentional double entendre. “Of course not,” he said. “That wasn’t part of the deal.”

“No one’s getting driving lessons until she’s sixteen.”

“Not that deal, Mommy,” said Trixie, giving Lucifer a final squeeze before removing herself. Under other circumstances—and perhaps involving completely different people—Chloe might have described the look Lucifer gave her daughter as fond. “I made a different one. But I’m not telling.” Trixie glared up at Lucifer. “And neither is Lucifer. Not yet.”

Lucifer’s shrug was liquid to the point of nonchalance. “My word is my bond, urchin, but you know my terms.”

Chloe sighed. “Lucifer.”

He lifted a hand. “Come now, Detective. ’Tis the season, as they say. Spawn?”

“I’m ready!” She turned around, and Chloe saw that she wore a stuffed-full backpack.

“Run along, then. Mazikeen is in the car.”

Chloe crossed her arms over her chest, already reaching for Mom Look #6—Over My Dead Body. She was thwarted by Trixie hugging her as enthusiastically as she’d hugged Lucifer. “Merry Christmas, Mommy,” she said. “Don’t be grumpy.”

The suitcase, Chloe discovered a moment later, was for her. Lucifer preceded her up the stairs, dropped it on the bed—it was Louis Vuitton, of course—and said, “I suppose you haven’t a sexy Santa costume of your own, have you?”

“Oh, I do,” she replied, dead serious. “The beard really makes it.”

“Kinky,” he replied, disappearing into her bathroom and returning a moment later with an armful of her toiletries. “Leave this part to me, darling. Collect up the gifts you doubtless purchased in August and have had wrapped since September, and bring them out to the car.”

“What did she ask you for?”

Lucifer drew a mimed zipper across his lips.

“Please tell me she didn’t promise an IOU.”

“Nothing untoward, I assure you, Detective. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she grumbled, even as she relented and shuffled out into the hall to retrieve the gifts from the secret spot in the linen closet where they’d been hidden since July.

#

The snow started not long after they began climbing into the mountains. It fell in delicate, drifting flakes, swirling around the car like dancers caught up in some private music. In the back seat, Trixie gazed out the window, wide-eyed and awed into silence. Lucifer, driving, smiled so briefly as he glanced in the rear-view mirror that Chloe almost thought she’d imagined it. Maze opened her eyes, glowered, and closed them again, arms folded over her chest.

“Did she ask for snow?” Chloe asked. “Because if she did, you really delivered.”

Lucifer chuckled. “And you think I’d bestir myself for a few flakes of frozen water, Detective? I did mention the sexy Santas, did I not?”

“Repeatedly.”

The smile he gave her was neither brief nor secret. “The most wonderful time of the year,” he said, and Chloe rolled her eyes.

#

When they pulled up to the lodge, the snow had long-since changed from drifting and delicate to heavy and wet and so dense even Lucifer had slowed to below the speed limit. Still, the building in front of them was welcoming and bright, its many golden lights spilling out to brighten the snow-thick darkness. The lights, Chloe realized, were flickering. They were candles in the windows, dozens and dozens of candles; if the lodge had electricity, it wasn’t functioning at the moment.

“Wow!” cried Trixie. “Look at it, Mommy! It’s like a Christmas card! With real snow!” She practically vibrated with excitement. “Can I go play in it?”

“Trixie, babe, let’s get ourselves sett—”

“Ugh, Decker, you’re so boring.” Maze dug a small pair of mittens out of her pocket and handed them to Trixie; the gloves were followed by a woolen hat and a scarf as long as Trixie was tall. “Come on, little human. I’ll show you what a snowball’s chance in Hell really is.” Maze narrowed her eyes and grinned one of her more dangerous grins. “You’re going down, Decker.”

As Maze followed Trixie out into the snow, Chloe heard her daughter cry, “Maze! Let’s make snow angels!”

Maze hissed. “Only if we get to stab them.”

Chloe turned to help Lucifer with the bags, but a pair of uniformed valets had already appeared, and one was helping the other load their luggage onto a brass cart.

“We worried you wouldn’t make it, Mr. Morningstar. They’ve closed the roads behind you.”

“I was … determined,” Lucifer said, handing them each the kind of tip that probably made working over the Christmas holiday worthwhile. “The others?”

“Arrived hours ago. Shall I show you to your rooms?”

Lucifer nodded, and as Chloe fell into step with him, she asked quietly, “Others?”

“Your spawn was rather … specific, Detective.”

Before Chloe could question him further, she was—rather literally—silenced by the thwack of a snowball hitting the back of her head. Icy water trickled down her neck. Beside her, Lucifer dug into the pockets of his wool coat and retrieved a pair of gloves. He moved unhurriedly, gracefully; then he bent at the waist, retrieved a handful of snow that he packed into a compact ball, and sent it flying into the dark. A moment later, Mazikeen howled.

Lucifer offered his arm; Chloe took it, smiling up at him.  

#

The snow continued to fall. In the lodge, huge fires roared in the stone fireplaces, and hundreds of candles lit the surfaces. Instead of Mariah Carey or Michael Buble, live music supplied by a pianist and harpist filled the air. In one corner, an enormous Christmas tree was decorated like something out of a magazine; even without electric lights, it glimmered, beautiful baubles catching every flicker of firelight and throwing it back a thousand-fold. Instead of a star, an angel perched at the top of the tree, white-feathered wings outstretched. It had dark hair instead of the ubiquitous gold.

“Your touch?” Chloe asked.

Lucifer scowled. “Hardly.”

She bumped her shoulder against his, and he dropped a kiss to the top of her head.

He said, “We both know my fashion sense is superior in every way.”

She wondered if she could track down where the lodge had gotten their angel.

“So, this place. Last minute. Did someone owe you a favor?”

Lucifer chuckled. “I am capable of paying for things I desire, Detective.”

She blinked up at him. “But a place like this—”

“Well within the budget, I assure you.”

“Is there one?”

He grinned. “Of course not, darling.”

She looked around, not quite able to stop herself from detecting. “Are we the only people here?”

The grin widened. “Of course, darling.”

#

The others, as it happened, were Dan and Amenadiel and Charlotte and Ella and Linda; all, evidently, as surprised by the sudden all-expenses-paid winter wonderland trip as Chloe had been. After a Christmas Eve spent laughing and talking and sharing stories of Christmases past—Lucifer’s kept to PG-13 after the application of Mom Look #8: My Daughter Is Listening—they stumbled and wove their ways to their rooms. Trixie’s was wedged between Chloe’s and Dan’s; apparently part of the deal had been a room of her own with a balcony so she could watch the show fall and wait for Santa to come.

“Mommy,” Trixie said, already half-asleep, “I like snow at Christmastime.”

“So do I, Monkey,” Chloe said, kissing her daughter’s drowsy brow. “So do I.”

The next morning, after gifts had been unwrapped—far too many for Trixie, but Chloe couldn’t feel bad about anything that made her daughter so giddily happy—and brunch eaten, everyone tumbled out into the snow, engaging in a cutthroat every-being-for-themselves snowball war. Trixie won, though Chloe was fairly certain it was because every single adult helped her even as they were trying to murder each other via liberal application of frozen water.

Afterward, over drinks and laughter; still pink-cheeked with cold, Lucifer sat at the piano, and they ran through every carol they knew—and many Chloe didn’t. For once, Lucifer didn’t balk from mentions of his Father; he sang “O Holy Night” with—

Well. With the voice of an angel, really.

He even sang “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” for Trixie. Five times. And “Frosty, the Snowman” another four.

He grimaced when Amenadiel asked for “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing” but he did it.

The kitchen, undaunted by their ongoing state of powerlessness, presented a Christmas dinner better than any Chloe’d ever had in her life. Everyone pulled Christmas crackers and wore silly tissue-paper crowns—even Lucifer. “Not quite a throne,” he murmured into her ear, while their friends laughed and drank and conversed. “But it will do.”

Later, when Chloe knocked on the door separating their adjoining rooms, Lucifer opened the door so quickly she half-thought he’d been standing on the other side, just waiting. Or perhaps he’d been about to knock on hers. She wore the red silk robe that had been one of his ridiculously extravagant gifts to her. His gaze softened and then burned hot; she slipped around him to stop herself from jumping him then and there.

“Drink, Detective?”

She nodded, hardly noticing what he poured her. She sat in front of his fireplace and didn’t bother covering the leg left bare by the way her robe fell. He sat on her other side, and she didn’t miss the way his gaze followed the long line of her bared thigh.

“So, now that it’s over, are you going to tell me what it was all about? This … deal you made with my daughter?”

“Who says it’s over?” Lucifer asked, voice low. She shifted as heat pooled in her belly and rose to her cheeks.

“Lucifer.”

“Though I suppose you are the only one who can say.”

“Lucifer.”

When he lifted his eyes to meet hers, her breath caught at the tenderness in them. “Did you have a good day, Detective?”

“You know I did.”

“But were you happy?”

Reaching out, she settled the pads of her fingertips feather-light against his cheekbone. “Yes,” she said, knowing he needed to hear the word. He turned his head just enough to press a kiss into her palm.

“Then Beatrice and I were successful.”

Her breath caught. “Lucifer…”

“She can be quite devious, your offspring.” He smiled. “Turning off the electricity was her idea.”

“And what does she owe you?”

“Oh,” he replied, eyes tracking from her face, down the V of her robe’s neck, and then up and down her leg. “I believe, in this instance, I am the one who owes her.”

Eyes prickling with tears, Chloe rose to her feet, the silk robe rippling around her. She drank down the last of the drink Lucifer had poured her before setting the glass down. Very, very slowly, Chloe untied the sash at her waist and let the robe drop from her shoulders.

Lucifer laughed.

Under the robe, she wore a tiny red and white costume that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

No beard.

“Merry Christmas,” she whispered, doing a little shimmy. He leaned back against the sofa, groaning, watching her with eyes so dark and intent she could feel herself melting in a way that had nothing to do with the fire at her back. “I’m not doing a can-can.”

“Ho ho ho,” replied Lucifer. “I ought to warn you—I’m most certainly on the naughty list.”

“Mmm,” said Chloe, crossing over and letting him pull her onto his lap. “I ought to warn you—so am I.”

#thedeckerstarnetwork #lucifer fic #lucifer morningstar #chloe decker #deckerstar #merry christmas! #my fic #naughty or nice #lucifer on netflix #long text post #sorry it looks like cuts aren't working on mobile again #sigh

[purplesurveys]

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When was the last time you had a slurpee? I’m wary of 7-11 hygiene so I’ve never actually had a Slurpee. Doesn’t sound all that appetizing to me either anyway. What is your favorite television show? My gold standard for TV shows is Breaking Bad. Friends is also a big favorite. I liked The Walking Dead but only until around season 6. What holiday will be coming up next? It’s actually a holiday today which is why I could stay in and take a survey - it’s Eid'l Fitr, which is the last day of Ramadan for the Muslim community in the country. Please correct me if I’m wrong, though! Have you ever done hard drugs before? Nope. Never. What is the worst name anyone has ever called you? ...Ungrateful? Heartless? Slow? Choose your fighter.

What color are your eyes? Dark brown. What does the last text you sent say? “Thank you” When was the last time you cried out loud in front of someone? Wednesday had been a pretty rough day. Where is your favorite place to eat out? No particular restaurant stands out, but my friends and I usually eat out in the mall since all the choices are there and it’s the best place to hang out in general after school. Does it bother you when people call you 'ma'am' or 'sir?' No, not really bother but I just feel icky as it reminds me that I’m getting older by the day. Have you ever been obsessed with a television character? MONICA GELLER. Maggie Greene. Lori Grimes. Skylar White. Chandler Bing. I’ve had my fair share of TV crushes here and there. Do you ever wish you had powers of invisibility? Sometimes, yeah. My first superpower of choice belongs to time travel, though. What was the last thing that changed your life completely? I was appointed as the vice president for internal affairs for my org. That’s definitely going to fuck with my schedule and routine for the next year. Do you have any step siblings? I don’t. Did you partake in senior skip days? I’m not sure what that means, is that an American high school culture thing? Do you have Showtime? Nope. Probably another Western thing. When was the last time you went to Wal-mart? :) :) :) Have you ever read the Christian Bible? Unfortunately. I had to read it everyday for 14 years. Is there anything you'd like to say to anyone at the moment? Nope, I’m good. Do you tend to cry a lot? Yes I do tend to get emotional. Crying is an easy way to go. When the holidays come around, do you help decorate? Sometimes, but there are times that my mom goes ahead with putting up the Christmas tree. I have no problem with that. Would you ever consider having an abortion? Personally, I’d only reserve that option for the most extreme of cases, aka only if it’s a life-threatening situation for either me or the baby, or for both of us.  What does the majority of clothes in your closet look like? Black and fit. Has someone ever promised not to leave you? Yes. Do you have a part-time job? I don’t. Do you order clothing offline quite often? I always get my clothes physically, in the stores themselves. Are you the type of person who likes to buy gifts for your friends? Just for my girlfriend, so no not really. I totally would if I had the money; my friends are everything and deserve everything. Have you ever lived in an apartment before? Never. Have you ever been questioned by the police? No. I stay out of that. In which state/country were you born? The Philippines. Are you close to your parents? I’m more open with my dad as he’s ~hipper~ in a lot of ways compared to my mom, but I'm not ridiculously close to him. Definitely not close with my mom. Have you ever had to be put on medicine for a mental disorder? No but that’s because I’ve never gotten myself checked or diagnosed. I would not be surprised if I ended up needing meds anyway. Would you say you have impressive grammar skills? I guess. White chocolate or milk chocolate? I love either kind.

Have you ever been to an amusement park out of state? Yeah, also ones out of country. Does your television connection ever go out during your favorite show? LMAOOOO did the universe send me to this survey? This literally just happened to Gabie an hour ago when she was halfway through her show’s season finale. Tragic. This has never happened to me though; my cable stayed kind to me whenever I’d watch Wrestlemania or when I used to still watch The Walking Dead. Would you rather be part of a team or alone? Depends on the work. Do you have a Tumblr? I’m using it right now. Do you ever eavesdrop on people in hallways? Sometimes, if it’s interesting enough. And I also do it just for funsies. I don’t care for it and usually forget about whatever I hear in the next half hour. Have you ever been punched in the stomach? Most likely by my siblings when we were kids. Is there anyone you'd like to be cuddling with at the moment? That’d be perfect.

Would you consider yourself a crafty person? Hell no. There is actually nothing creative about me. What would you say is your favorite color of all time? Black or pastel pink. I can’t choose just one :/ Chinese or Mexican food? Chinese. What do you normally drink when eating at a fast food restaurant? Water. I don’t drink softdrinks, and I’m scared of fastfood milkshakes, if they do make them. Do you have a crush on anyone at the moment? Sure, I crush on Gab everyday. Is there something important that you should be doing as of now? Yeah I have some org tasks to organize but I’m putting them off since they’re easy to start on anyway and it’d be fine if I work on them later. Have you ever participated in Black Friday shopping? No, we don’t have that here. Describe your favorite outfit? I have numerous favorite outfits but I do take likings to little black dresses, off-shoulder tops, and culottes. What color are your nails painted right now, if any? They are never painted. Have you ever been responsible for someone's death? Wow this is fucking heavy. No. What is your biggest fear? Not ending up as rich as I expect myself to be. Miscarrying. My dog dying. Coming up with a sucky thesis. Needles and cockroaches. I have quite a lot... What is your favorite website to go on in your spare time? Reddit or YouTube. What do you normally order when you go to Taco Bell? Taco Bell isn’t really my go-to fast food so I’m not so familiar with their menu. I think I’d most likely get a burrito though. Do you ever spend the night with your significant other? Usually when I’m too drunk to drive, yes. What is your favorite number? I don’t do favorite numbers but when I’m asked I always just say 23 or 4. Do you know a lot about serial killers? A concerning amount, but that’s just only because I’m genuinely interested in the topic of serial killers. Has your life ever been challenged by something huge? Yeah - I think that’s the whole point of choosing which university to be admitted to and taking competitive entrance exams for each. Have the police ever been looking for you? No. Where do you get most of your accessories from? I have very few accessories. Have you ever been in a car accident? Yep. With me driving, I’ve been in two. Do you cuss more than anyone else you know? Nah, some are worse. When was the last time you kissed someone who was younger than you? Does a month younger count? I kissed Gab last Wednesday. How old is your youngest cousin? As far as I know, the youngest one is 3. Are you currently in a happy relationship? Sure am. Where did your last kiss take place and at what time of day? Evening; in her car before she drove off. How do YOU download music? I don’t. I listen on Spotify. Do you tend to talk on the phone a lot? No, I only usually take calls from my girlfriend. Have there ever been any serial killers around your hometown? Not recently...I think? When was the last time you went to a museum? Around two to three weeks ago. Is heartbreak as bad as it sounds? It is. And then some. What was your first job? Never had a job. What is the weather like outside? It’s more humid than usual, so meh. Do you ever find yourself talking to someone who isn't even there? Talking to myself, sure. Do you normally have nightmares or good dreams? Weird ones mostly. What do people compliment you on the most? Face, work ethic, and body. Are you jealous of any of your friends? Sure. And envious. I’m pretty insecure. Are you more of an open person or closed to communication? I’m shy, but I’m not closed off when directly asked a question. I answer anything thrown to me, which is probably unhealthy at times but I can’t help it. Do you know how to shoot a gun and hit a target? Not at all! I’ve never even held a gun. Are you a good listener? Yes. I’m really more of a listener to begin with. What is your favorite drink? ...Tequila? What is something you always tend to lose? Pens. Do you buy more things for yourself or others? Myself. I only ever have enough money for myself, but my friends deserve so much more honestly. If you chew gum, which kind is your favorite? I love any type of gum. Is there anyone you know in which you'd like to simply punch in the face? Fucking Duterte. Do you like listening to foreign music? Not really. What turns you on the most? Gab. Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex? See above.

#survey #surveys

[truthbeetoldmedia]

Wynonna Earp 3x02 "When You Call My Name" Review

Hello, a crestfallen Earper here *waves sadly*. Not really sure how to start — I’ve rewritten this review three times — so here goes my Wynonna Earp episode 3x02 “When You Call My Name” review, accompanied by the five stages of grief.

“Geez, We’re having a day” - Wynonna Earp

We pick up right where we left off at the end of the Season 3 premiere last week, with Wynonna and Waverly in a bad car accident that was apparently a hunting tactic of a gnarly people eating, voice stealing demon that lives in a cabin in the woods (cliche much, demon?). Wynonna awakes literally halfway down the side of a cliff...how she got there still puzzles me, but that is the least concern I had watching this episode.

She is still in her fancy “frock” (thanks for the colorful word, Mama Earp) from her run in with the vampires last episode. She is banged up and literally freezing, realizing her body is going into shock only after she recognizes she’s having a full on conversation with her mom on the side of a cliff, when she knows her mom is actually a patient in a nearby mental institution.  

It was actually such a great way to get to know “Mama” Earp, through Wynonna’s mind's eye, making quite the juxtaposition from the slightly raving Mama we met in the season premiere.  

Illusion!Mama Earp gives Wynonna a pep talk to climb to safety, but in doing so she has to leave Peacemaker down on the side of the cliff...which poses problems later. And after she's back on solid ground she grabs her coat and a swig of whiskey from the crashed truck and is off to save her sister, demons be danged!

“Secrets suck, I hate them!” - Jeremy Chetri

Over at Black Badge, the day just keeps getting worse. Nicole, of course, wasn’t convinced by the demon impersonating a chill Waverly. Jeremy confirms what killed all the people at the bar from the previous episode — it was a demon that can apparently apparate from one victim to another so quickly it made the mass murder seem like it happened at once. And they think he’s been doing it as a blood sacrifice to Bulshar for years and years, how reassuring! *insert nervous laughter*

The team knows they need to stop this demon fast, but first they gotta get the team together. Jeremy and Dolls obviously have a few secrets going on between them but Dolls keeps giving Jeremy the “don’t you dare” look. Upon my rewatch of this episode, I realized I should’ve felt more primed for the inevitable setup of what happens to Dolls in the last five minutes, I was but a sweet summer child when I was watching live and did not look for the blatant clues laid out before me.

“Craft night is Thursdays.” - Doc Holliday

Dolls goes to collect Doc so the team can assemble. Doc is downright FROSTY to Dolls and is missing that trademark sarcasm and humor that makes him so delightful. He is sad about Baby Alice, but more so his problem is that he died back in that alternate timeline in Season 2 when Dolls shot him. And he went to hell.

For a man that’s lived 150 years, most of those with his “curse” of immortality, that’s gotta be a very new and scary feeling, knowing you can die and that you went to hell. He seems to think he can’t be redeemed from that fate, and I hope he realizes that’s not true. “You and I are destined for the dark,” he tells Dolls, anger and anguish flashing in his wild eyes.

Dolls does not accept this gloomy fate, stating, “We’re not the same, I don’t need a threat of damnation to fight for the right side.” Ouch, what a burn. I hope Doc remembers Dolls’ words for the rest of his life. Doc has a chance to really step up his role in the team after this episode, I hope he rises out of his depression spiral and to the occasion of being a better team player.

Doc catches Jeremy looking for something in the basement of the bar and Jeremy alludes to Doc that there is definitely a problem with Dolls’ drugs...But before Doc can get too heated Nicole texts hims stating she’s found the Earp truck, prompting Doc to tell Jeremy, “Get Dolls, we’re gonna need him. Don’t tell him I said that.”

I am SOOO sad that we won’t have the mutual grumpy bro frenemies relationship of Doc and Dolls after this episode. It adds so much life and one liners to this wild show.

“I swear on my favorite boy band” - Wynonna Earp

Poor Waverly is still strung up like a slain rabbit in the demons cabin, with no voice to cry for help, silently hoping Wynonna and the team come for her. The demon booby trapped his cabin, as a poor lost hunter finds out the hard way; the demon lures the hunter to his death by doorway garrote, crying for help with Waverly's stolen voice. As only Wynonna could state, “This is some kinda crazy Little Mermaid sh*t” when she arrives at the cabin to save her kid sis. Of course, being sisters makes the whole talking without talking thing pretty easy and Wynonna and Waverly even have a heart to heart about Mama without Waverly using words.

I’d also like to point out the cabin demon saying “The trees are changing, I’m getting lost in my own woods, the animals are leaving,” given that the animals didn’t leave with his demonic presence but are now that Bulshar’s presence is there….CONCERNS me. I have a feeling this seemingly random line is gonna come back to haunt the team and the town pretty soon as was proof of the rock n roll tour bus vampires last episode, Purgatory is about to get a whole lot weirder.

Of course Wynonna is wily and cunning, and bests the demon at his own game by running away and using a tape recorder to make him think she fell in his pit trap, only to kick him in herself (but when she left him he was “mostly” dead since she didn’t use peacemaker to dispatch him, I hope she went back and finished the job) . She is caught in one of his tree snares and strung up to be cut down by a still grumpy Doc and the ever reliable officer Haught.

Wynonna still checking out Doc’s butt while hanging upside down is just another iconic Wynonna moment from this episode. If only they all went back to Black Badge and had drinks with Dolls and Jeremy and it was the end of another crazy demons in town episode….but alas, this is where the episode takes a sudden “wtf” turn and I — and most of us live watchers — were left reeling for hours afterwards.

As Doc and Nicole help Wynonna down we cut to someone watching in the woods. It’s the dreaded demon Bulshar himself and his “bodyguard” demon, looking on as the team runs to free Waverly. Insert Han Solo saying, “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

“Wynonna is gonna need you more than ever” - Deputy Marshall Xavier Dolls

So here we are, friends, the reason I have dragged my feet on this review the last few days. The one thing about these last few scenes is we get to see the beautiful snowy Alberta terrain in all its natural rugged beauty.

Wynonna needs to retrieve Peacemaker, so they are back at the cliff, and Nicole is rapelling down via rope to get grab the weapon (her being the only skilled rope climber out of the current group). Of course Dolls shows up to assist and assess; Nicole is literally tethered to the rope at the mercy of Wynonna and Doc, while Dolls helps Waverly to his car when lo and behold the “apparating” demon appears!

It’s Bulshar’s bodyguard demon from earlier! And he is Nightcrawler-from-X-Men fast. He severs Nicole’s rope; Wynonna saves her by grabbing the rope and holding on for dear life; Doc goes into gunslinger mode; but the demon is too fast for him and he renders Doc unconscious in less than 20 seconds. Dolls sees the mayhem, shoves Waverly in the truck, drinks his “dragon drugs” and goes up against the demon.

As the demon is trying to take out Wynonna he gleefully states “You cannot kill me with mortal weapons” as Dolls shoots at him. Waverly answers Jeremy’s emergency comcall informing her that the drugs he’s been making for Dolls have made him “unstable.” Meanwhile, Nicole begs Wynonna to let go and save herself but she refuses, and Waverly adds just enough strength to pull Nicole to safety.

The demon tells them, “Someone must die here today, the earth lusts for blood.” (YIKE!) Doc comes to and is up on his feet they all have that look like “there’s a good chance we’re all gonna die” but Dolls grabs onto the bodyguard demon and doesn’t let go, his eyes turning yellow and his strength increasing. All of a sudden, flames are shooting out of his mouth, engulfing himself and the demon. The demon is incinerated by Dolls’ dragon flame, and Dolls is left lifeless on the ground.

“No more pain. No more drugs. No more demons.” - Wynonna Earp

Wynonna and the team rush to Dolls’ side, checking his pulse, his breath, for any sign that he’s alive. Even Doc is shaken to his very core when Dolls doesn’t “wake up.” Wynonna and Waverly begin to cry and Wynonna, like many of us, is in disbelief.

“He saved us. He saved me. How is this okay? How is he lying here?” Wynonna, bb, I was asking my TV the same questions. She keeps saying, “Open your eyes,” it’s heart wrenching and honestly confusing because it doesn’t feel like a final death in the moment? I was thinking it was gonna be like Supernatural or The Vampire Diaries where it’s a temporary death that they have to “fix.”

It wasn’t until afterwards when I got online and saw the article from Emily Andras (the showrunner) and once I learned Shamier Anderson was moving onto Hollywood projects that I realized it was final. I was left feeling kinda numb. Like, that’s all we get?

Yes, he did go out a hero saving his friends; yes, he did kill the demon, but in the grand scheme of “leading man exiting series” it didn’t feel grand enough? It was too short. What about tying up loose ends? How did he become a hybrid lizard man? What about his and Wynonna’s will they won’t they relationship? How did he join Black Badge?

I have so many unanswered questions about his character! It just doesn’t feel complete.

I love this show a lot. It’s fun! Daring! It thinks outside the box! BUT I have noticed sometimes plot threads are dropped or aren’t coherent. (Like the Season 2 finale scene between Nicole and Dolls, what even was that for? Will we ever know?!?!) And I for one HATE plot holes or misdirection in TV shows, I feel like they do it for shock or to keep you guessing…but if there isn’t any payoff or it’s done haphazardly it’s not worth my time.

The more I cover TV shows for critical analysis or review platforms like Truth Bee Told, the more annoyed I get with the way some things are written/executed. This wasn’t a terrible job by far. But why couldn’t the whole episode be dedicated to Dolls' story? Having a good moment with each character, a little backstory fleshing out etc. Instead, they give him the last five minutes of the episode to go out in a “blaze of glory” and leave Wynonna wailing in the snow.

I will hold out judging more until I see next week’s episode! Maybe they do some post mortem work on Dolls story that will satisfy me...but I’m actually kinda afraid that’s not going to happen. But until next week I will stop my rambling about it.

Final thoughts

Besides the ending we got some fabulous witty one liners, great physical acting (Melanie gave that charades scene her all and it was amazing!)

I loved learning more about Mama Earp (her name is Michelle, by the way).

We have some things that will probably come back up, like the forest literally changing.

Bulshar is shaping up to be the worst villain Wynonna has had, but he needs to talk soon, I grow tired of these “looks on menacingly” once an episode scenes. I need him to be fleshed out like Bobo (who is still by far my fave baddie to date).

I give this episode 3 ½ out of 5 bees because I’m feeling a little petty but also because I feel this episode wasted too much time setting up what should’ve been the focal point of the episode the sacrifice and death of Dolls. Until next time, Earpers!

Wynonna Earp airs Fridays at 9/8c on Syfy.

Gina’s episode rating: 🐝🐝🐝.5

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6-3-17 RACE REPORT--> Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

Yes, you read that right! I don’t know what my deal was earlier this week, but my race today went very well. Here’s a play-by-play of the Logan Urban Trails 10-Miler, as well as I can recollect:

At 4:37am, I’m awake. The windows are open, and instantly my sweat-drenched skin is cooled by the box fan. I tell myself that no sane person actually runs a race if he’s waist deep in peanut butter and dreams are not real, which calms me. I use the bathroom and I’m paranoid about my hydration levels, but it’s dark and I gather no information on the subject. Shortly thereafter, I drift back to sleep. Before my eyes have time to shut completely, it is bright outside, the birds are calling, and I am upset. I look at my watch, 6:13am. I’ve slept roughly 90 minutes since the cold sweat, but ‘restful’ is not the adjective I have in mind. I do a triple check to make sure I’ve got everything I need for race day, and then I make breakfast. Over a bowl of oatmeal, yogurt, and fruit, I listen to Brand New’s album Deja Entendu and Angels & Airwaves’ LOVE, start to finish. It’s a ritual I began in high school and to this day I still do it the morning of races when I’m chasing a particular result. After breakfast, I make my way to the park, nearly 2 hours before start time. The first several minutes are spent reading, another ritual of mine. It’s a singular chapter in arguably the most influential running book of all time. Parker Jr.’s ‘Once A Runner’. The chapter is titled The Interval Workout. Reading this before races makes me both motivated and nervous. One chapter, and I only read it on race day. Following a short reading, I start with a walk, then a jog. As I begin my jog, I cross paths with a snail of considerable size.

Ought I to worry? I want to shrug it off, but as I’ve just documented, races make me particularly superstitious. Before long, the race is about to begin and I prepare myself as best I can. To everyone’s dismay, they tried to get us going early! Official race time was listed as 9:10am, and a little after 9:00 they said “Get ready, we’re going to start the race with a 30 second countdown!” After a lamenting groan from the crowd, the race director says “We listed start time as 9:10, does everyone want to wait for that?” After a unanimous decision in the affirmative from the runners, they gave us a little more time. For the next 8 minutes or so, I tried to skillfully control my breathing and get my heart rate back down to manageable levels. The race hasn’t even begun and already things are feeling a little out of control! Now, call me a sell-out (or perhaps an even more colorful and creative name than that), but I just entered this race to win. I gave no thought to time or pace or effort, I simply wanted to take first. When the gun went off, I let the pack naturally sort itself out for the first few minutes, and found myself right behind two guys, the three of us leading the crowd. We quickly were separated from everyone else within the first mile, and gained more distance with every step. The pace was a little slower than I anticipated, but instead of taking on a Prefontaine-style attitude so early, I let these guys lead and just followed right behind. At 2 miles, we dropped one guy. It was pretty obvious he hadn’t had much hill training, and I felt bad for him. He was bent at the waist, almost doubled over on the uphill, and I just wanted to straighten him out and carry him up the hill with us. Perhaps I sympathized with him because I’d been there before, and I was acutely aware of the detriment it would cause for the remainder of his race. I know it had done so for me many times. But I had my own race to run; I had to look out for me, you know? Now here we are, a little over 2 miles into this race and it’s just me and this other guy. He’s taller by several inches, with much broader shoulders than myself, so I drafted off him for a while. I don’t know if we were even moving fast enough or the headwind was strong enough for my drafting to make a difference, but mentally it was a huge confidence boost. Somewhere between miles 2 and 3, I decided I’d stay with this guy until we hit mile 5, and then with any luck I could break away and get some distance between us. I’ve learned the hard way that when it comes down to a neck-&-neck sprint between me and just about anyone else, I will take the loss 90% of the time. He was looking pretty strong. After winding through some neighborhood streets, we start coming up on an aid station around 3.7 miles. We both ask for water, and then he takes me by surprise- two little kids run out to our assistance, and when the wax Powerade cups hit our palms with just a little too much force, he stops!! I had half a mind to keep my prior goal and stay behind him until the halfway mark, but something wouldn’t let me. Still moving, I take a few sips and spill some water down my chin like a child dribbling soup and I am off. Not too fast, but enough that I never saw the guy again. I gave him until I arrived at the next aid station, right before mile 5, before I really opened up and put some distance between us. As I run past the volunteers and drink table, I decline water and they quickly ask to see my name & race number then radio something in to the people at the finish line; what they said I didn’t hear nor did it concern me. My legs felt great and I wanted to see what I could do today. Running with the other guys, we were never faster than ~7:10 pace for the first five, and our average hovered around 7:33. I cross the point in the gravel that marks 5 mi and tried to put on some speed, with my next five miles averaging 6:01 pace. As luck would have it, my breakaway was perfectly synced with my headphones, which begin playing one of my favorite songs for racing, “Throw Down” by Follow Your Hero. So that’s exactly what I did. For the remainder of the race, I focused on flying through the downhills and strong, powerful knee lifts on the inclines. I specifically remember finishing a particularly long downhill section right before 7 miles, and my feet were on fire! I thought I had tied my shoes tight enough to keep them from sliding, but the friction of the downhill pounding didn’t just create hotspots in my shoes, the entire interior was a furnace. From here, with roughly a 5k to go, I was really feeling good. This is where I kicked out my two fastest miles, 5:50’s back-to-back (5:50.42 and 5:50.25, if we’re splitting hairs). It helped that I was listening to Imagine Dragon’s “On Top Of The World” and Set Your Goals’ “Mutiny!” by this time. For 7 minutes I felt unstoppable, and that’s just what I needed. The song “Mutiny!” is so, so perfect for any competition, in my opinion. Road races aside, I try to avoid listening to music during any kind of running or hard workouts, but sometimes that cannot be avoided. There is one part of the song in particular that helps power me through the worst workouts and low points in races, and I save this song only for times I know I will be in considerable distress, which is why it appeared in my playlist during the final miles of my race. Near the end of the song, the line goes: “We have come to pillage. We have come to burn. We have come to incite the riot. We have come to take it over.” Now, say what you will about music and its place in running, nay, in life. Have your opinions on what is ‘good’ music and what is not. Hold true to your beliefs and morals on the subject. I will both respect and honor them. But every single time I hear this line in this song, I feel like I could take on the world and outrace anybody. Delusions of grandeur aside, at the very least this song pulls me out of the darkest abyss and keeps me moving fast for a few minutes more. I run past a local restaurant, Herm’s Inn. I can smell the roast coffee, the maple syrup, and the famous cinnamon-swirl pancakes with their cream cheese frosting. The haunting aroma causes my mind to wander. I think of the friends and family sharing meals there. I think of a comfortable booth, someone waiting on my every need, food that satisfies without fail. I even consider the ease with which each of those lucky individuals arrived at their destination, and I’m briefly filled with jealousy. They rightly and smartly chose to treat themselves instead of pay real money to be subjected to a 10-mile run in the heat. What am I, an idiot? The gradual fade of savory smells returns me to a sense of reality and duty. Notwithstanding a final aid station just before the final climb I didn’t see a single person, bystander or otherwise, again until I approached the finish line.  For a split second, I regret not breaking away earlier and seeing what I could really do with a full 10 miles at my disposal, but then I remember that not only is this a small stepping stone for later-season events, it wouldn’t be smart to risk everything on such an early-season race. I am the first to cross the finish line in a time of 1:06:34 unofficial, 6:39 average pace. A cool, metal bench under a tent offers some solace from the heat, and I take it. I can feel the cold on my thighs and palms. It would be startling if it wasn’t so refreshing. The race director snaps an unflattering picture of me removing my hat and running my hands through my sweaty hair, and I remove my shoes, afraid to know if I burned a hole through my socks. My socks are fine, thank goodness, and I feel well, all things considered. A few minutes to catch my breath & regain composure, and I’m shotgunning glasses of complimentary chocolate milk to quench my thirst. Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. I get in a few easy miles as a cool down, make some phone calls to friends & family to give a short race report, and then cheer the rest of the runners in while I wait for the post-race awards and raffle. As the winner, I am guaranteed free entry into next year’s race to “defend my title”, and I was awarded a very high-quality hiking stick as well as a Bath Bomb (???). I didn’t know what a bath bomb was until I called my mother and told her that’s what I’d won. Her immediate reaction was laughter. Probably just going to re-gift that one to my sister because blue fizzy bath water isn’t really my scene. Additionally, the raffle granted me a nice pair of SmartWool PhD socks, so I’m pretty stoked about that!

All in all, today was good. I’m sore, but nothing worrisome like I was feeling earlier this week. Tomorrow will be a much anticipated day off, and then some more looking ahead as training days and race days approach.

#running #run #runblr #runblog #runner #racing #training #halfmarathon #marathon #race report #wwmd

[kitsukyouno]

Here the translation from the side history:’‘Interview with Swim Swim’‘

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Swim Swim is fully of Ruler in the

Knowing that maybe this link will died in some moment I pasted the novel aboved

Part 1

“Today we’ll be conducting an interview with the newly active Magical Girl Swim Swim. Swim Swim-san, pleased to meet you.”

“Pleased to meet you.”

“For our first question. What do you think of your Magical Girl form, Swim Swim-san?”

“A failure.”

“--Eh?”

“A failure.”

“By that you mean…?”

“There’s too many accessories so I keep getting stuck in narrow passages. I spent a long time adding wings, but I can’t fly. My body’s too big, so my sense of balance is poor. White is very obvious even at night, so it’s hard to hide.”

“Quite the in-depth assessment… It must have been hard on you.”

“People have said that before.”

“Is that so… Then, on the other hand, what parts of your Magical Girl form do you like, Swim Swim-san?”

“It’s cute.”

“Could you please go into more detail?”

“What kinds of details?”

“Like say, it has soft hair, or a cute smile.”

“It has soft hair and a cute smile.”

“--Eh? Ah, alright, then. So you like those points.”

“Yes.”

“--I see. Alright, thank you for your answer.”

“You’re welcome.”

Part 2

“Now then, let’s change the topic. I’m sure everyone wants to know some basic things about you.”

“Mm.”

“In that case, can you tell us how you became a Magical Girl?”

“The Magical Girl Raising Project.”

“The Magical Girl Raising Project?”

“A game.”

“Ah, so it was a game.”

“I played Magical Girl Raising Project, then Fav popped out and I became a Magical Girl.”

“So after playing the game, a mascot appeared and Swim Swim became a Magical Girl… is that what you meant? You skipped over a lot of important points.”

“Playing Magical Girl Raising Project let me become a Magical Girl.”

“Ahhh, alright. Then let’s continue on this topic. You began playing Magical Girl Raising Project, because you were interested in Magical Girls, right?”

“Not really.”

“Huh? Don’t you like Magical Girls?”

“I like the princess types.”

“Ahh, that sort fo thing.”

“The ads said I could make anything I wanted with my avatar and costume, be it a murderer, race queen, potter or a princess. Also, it was free.”

“Indeed, princesses are nice.”

“Mm.”

“They’re pretty and cute.”

“Mmmm.”

“Huh? But your costume doesn’t resemble a princess’ at all.”

“My original game avatar looked like that.”

“Oh, I see… huh? But you were attracted to Magical Girl Raising Project by the fact that you could play a princess, right? In that case, you could have made your avatar look like a princess, couldn’t you?”

“There were reasons.”

“What kind of reasons were they?”

“White is a princess’ color, so I chose the whitest costume.”

“I see, so that’s the secret of how that striking costume of yours was born.”

“I was also very interested in the way it could raise my party’s magical defense.”

“Ah, so you thought about its game effects as well.”

“Always-on buffs are strong.”

Part 3

“I, I see… then, onto our next question. Could you tell me what a Magical Girl needs to pay attention to under normal circumstances?

“Listening to the leader’s orders.”

“A leader? You’ve formed a team already?”

“Mm.”

“I heard that most Magical Girls work alone and that teams are rare.”

“If we work hard and combine our strength, we can defeat strong enemies.:

“I see, that matches the mindset of a girl who became a Magical Girl from a game.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Everyone in the team gets along, right?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Eh? So you don’t get along?”

“Mm.”

“I, I see… no, but, it’s pretty amazing that you managed to form a team even if you don’t get along, at least that’s what I think. After all, people who don’t get along don’t group up into teams.”

“It’s all thanks to our leader.”

“The leader from just now seems to have very strong appeal.”

“Her name is Ruler.”

“Uh, is it really alright to say her name?”

“I was ordered to spread her name whenever I had the chance.”

“Ah, yes.”

“If I was interviewed, I would have to spread our leader’s name and let everyone know how appealing she was.”

“Did Ruler-san order you to do that?”

“Mm.”

“No, wouldn’t it be better to respond with silence?”

“That’s true.”

“It’s too late now… then, what other members are there in your team?”

“Twin angels and a dog.

“They feel like the team from the final chapter of the Dog of Flanders. What are your teammates like?”

“They’re all useless dummies.”

“Eh?”

“That’s what Ruler said.”

“Ehhhh… did Ruler order you to say that too?”

“No.”

“Maybe it would be better not to say that… then, let’s put Ruler-san’s opinions aside for a while. Swim Swim-san, what do you think of them?”

“They’re all good girls.”

Part 4

“That sounds really fake… let’s change our topic a little. Now then, has your mental state changed ever since you became a Magical Girl?”

“Yes, it has.”

“You can talk about trivial things if you want.”

“Mm… my Magic is to swim into anything.”

“Ohhh, that’s a handy Magic.”

“When I became a Magical Girl, I used my Magic to swim into all sorts of places.”

“That’s nice, it sounds like you had fun.”

“After swimming into all sorts of places, and then I thought of swimming into a mountain.”

“Oh, a mountain.”

“I thought that it would be fun to swim in there.”

“It does seem like the right size to swim around in.”

“I swam inside the mountain, round and round, but I could not swim out no matter what I tried. The mountain was much bigger than I imagined.”

“Then, were you alright?”

“Not really.”

“Huh.”

“I thought that I could not swim along the ground inside the mountain, so I swam upwards. It was very painful and I couldn’t breathe. I got dizzy, my chest ached, and my eyes went dark.”

“That’s terrible, wasn’t it?”

“I’m not sure what happened then, but after I checked, I realized that it was called passing out. That was the change in my mental state.”

“No, that’s not what I meant by an altered mental state. Then, what happened after that, Swim Swim-san? The fact that you’re here means that you were rescued.”

“I emerged in a hole dug halfway inside the mountain.”

“Ahh, is that so? That’s wonderful.”

“I was saved, but I don’t ever want to swim into a mountain again.”

“I think that’s a good idea. You shouldn’t do dangerous things again.”

“Mm.”

“On the flip side, can you tell us what uses your Magic has?”

“I can scare people on Halloween.”

“I see, is there anything else?”

“If I want to take a shortcut, I can go through a wall and scare the nearby people.”

“Ah… some productive uses, perhaps?”

“I can scare away people gathered inside the temple.”

“I’m sorry, but could you tell me something that isn’t related to scaring people?”

“I figured out what passing out means now.”

“That was what we were discussing just now. It’s not what I meant; I’m talking about how your power can help people. Have you done nothing dramatic like saving people in the nick of time and so on?

“I’ll work hard on that from now on.”

“Ahhh… er, that’s good, I’ll be cheering you on.”

“Thank you.:

Part 5

“Then let’s move on to our next question. COuld you tell me if you have any special skills aside from your Magic?”

“I’m learning how to swim.”

“Oh, you’re learning it because you’re Swim Swim.”

“I was confused about which was better between swimming and English, but in the end I chose swimming.”

“A good choice.”

“I’m also good at running, I’m the fastest in my class.”

“You’re surprisingly athletic, Swim Swim.”

“My punches and kicks are strong too.”

“Ohhh.”

“When Tanaka-kun said princesses shouldn’t be violent, I beat him until he shut up.”

“Surprisingly enough, I feel Tanaka-kun was in the right.”

“The royal family must be prepared to fight in order to protect the country. It is the duty of royalty, at least that’s what the book said. Princesses are royalty too, aren’t they?”

“Well, uh, it might be.”

“So I beat up Miyazawa-san when he told Sensei about how I kicked Tanaka-kun.”

“Please don’t do that, it’ll only propagate the cycle of violence.”

“Ruler said so too.”

“This is the first good thing Ive heard from Ruler-san.”

“Princesses not like knights and generals, so there’s no need for them to fight directly. When the court is in chaos, a princess survives by Machiavellian principles… at least, that’s what Ruler said.”

Part 6

“I take my previous words back. Then, onto the next question. Tell me about the Magical Girls you admire.”

“Ruler.”

“Well, I didn’t expect to hear that name. I think someone whose name comes up so often should be quite amazing.”

“Ruler.”

“I heard it. I’m listening.”

“Ruler is the leader that I respect.”

“Ahh, I see. By any chance, did Ruler-san order you to say that?”

“No.”

“Alright, so it is. Let’s move on. Swim Swim-san, what part of Ruler-san do you like best?”

“She’s strong, kind, cool, cute, beautiful, knows everything, and taught me everything.”

“And did Ruler-san order you to say that as well...?”

“No.”

“Ahhh, alright. Please, continue.”

“Also, she is like a princess.”

“Ruler-san is like a princess?”

“Very much.”

“Very much, huh. Speaking of which, you’ve been quite eager to talk about Ruler since just now, Swim Swim-san.”

“Because she’s a princess.”

“You seem quite interested in princesses. Is there any special reason for that?”

“When I was very small, Mama would read stories from a picture book to me. I liked the stories about princesses very much.”

“I see, so it was because of a picture book’s stories. Do you prefer princesses to Magical Girls in animated films? Things like Snow White, Cinderella, and so on.”

“I’ve seen them all.”

“As I thought. Ah, but there are some Magical Girls who are also princesses. Magical Daisy is the princess of the Land of Flowers, after all.”

“Magical Daisy… Don’t know her.”

“Then you’ll have to watch her. Magical Daisy’s very interesting. I recommend it very highly.”

“When and on which day is her show?”

“The season’s finished airing, so you’ll need to rent the DVDs…”

“I can’t.”

“Eh? Why not?”

“I can’t get a membership.”

“Is that so… well, that’s quite troubling.”

“Lend it to me.”

“Eh? Are you talking to me?”

“Lend it to me.”

“Uh… I think PR Department ought to have the full series, but--”

“Lend it to me.”

“Aren’t we being forceful. Well, alright. Magical Daisy would be happy to have more fans. I’ll send it over after the interview.

“Thank you.”

Part 7

“Then, our last question. What does a being Magical Girl mean to you?”

“Ruler.”

“Ah, yes. Ruler-san. The leader of your team.”

“Mm. “

“And did Ruler-san order you to say--”

´´No’‘

“Koff, alright, so it is.”

“Mm.”

“How shall I put this…. This interview gives me a better sense of how Ruler-san is rather than yourself, Swim Swim-san. Is that not true?”

“Make Ruler look good.”

“No, well, I wasn’t planning to badmouth her.”

“Ruler says she has a lawyer friend.”

“No, I really won’t say bad things about her… Although, after this Magical Girl Interview goes through editing, it’s possible that interviews like this won’t pass muster at all… I’ll do my best to take care of it.”

“Thank you.”

Part 8

“Now then. Swim Swim-san, let’s end by saying a few words to everyone.”

“Team Ruler is looking for new members. Experience not required, rookies welcome, interviews conducted during office hours. Since we are Magical Girls, there will be no wages given. We can help you improve your skills, so to all Magical Girls seek a place to shine, why not join Team Ruler to move on to the next stage?”

“Why are you reading off a memo pad? Was it all written there?”

“Mm.”

“Did Ruler-san ask you to promote her with that?”

“Yes.”

“You’ve worked hard.”

“There’s more.”

“There’s more?”

“I let Swim Swim handle this because this interview is for newbie Magical Girls. However, next time, you should interview the most capable Magical Girl of them all, Ruler.”

“Haaaah.”

“If there is a need to conduct another interview, please contact me, Ruler said.”

“Alright, thank you very much for all your hard work.”

“Not at all.”

“Swim Swim-san, thank you for today.”

“Thank you.”

Part 9

“Good evening, Musician of the Forest Clamberry-san.”

“Good evening. I heard that you were interviewing promising new Magical Girls for a Land of Magic publicity magazine, am I right?”

“Yes.”

“What a surprise. I was not informed of anything like that despite being the supervisor.”

“Is there a problem?”

“Oh yes, there is. Come to think of it, she--Swim Swim--is just a Magical Girl candidate, so she’s not interview material until she properly passes her test. She might have excellent potential, but for now she’s just a temp.”

“Huh, so that’s how it is.”

“Yes.”

“I do apologize for that. Something must have gone wrong somewhere…”

“A mascot character must have been meddling around and doing unnecessary things. You can’t rely on them at all. Now then, just leave all the information about this matter with us. It’s over. If you keep forcing your way into this, it’ll cause me a lot of trouble. This is a top-secret project by Human Resources, so… are you listening to me?”

“Well, if she’s a temp, then it can’t be helped. It was an interesting interview…”

“Is that all of it?”

“Yes, that’s it.”

“If you’re hiding anything…”

“I’m not hiding anything. I’ve never been good at hiding things.”

“That’s good.”

“Then, there’s something I’d like to ask.”

“What is it?”

“There’ll be a blank space in our magazine if the newbie Magical Girl interview ges taken down. Therefore, I was thinking that it would be good to replace it with an article along the lines of, ‘Listen To A Capable Examiner! Important Things About Being A Magical Girl!’ or something like that. So, Clamberry-san, I hope you’ll.. Hang on, Clamberry-san. We’re not finished yet, Clamberry-san…”

#mahou shoujo ikusei keikaku #ruler #swim swim #yuri

[espritneo-aka-thatsuittho]

Follow The raiju was a matchmaker?

Have a snippet of chapter 3, set in summer.

The young man was quiet and sometimes shy, but as the thunder demon said, he worked hard and he took care of his new family.  

After Yuri-o left, Yūri started treating time as a finite resource.

He counted down the days until Victor decided to leave.

Yūri started out with seven days. When he reached zero once, then once more, and the other man showed no signs of being dissatisfied, he accepted that Victor was made of sterner stuff. He started counting down the days until winter.

If Victor didn’t leave before the first snowfall, the other man would be forced to stay until spring. At least, unless he was so unhappy he was willing to let Yūri be eaten by a demon.

Yūri suspected he’d enjoy the four to five months while they lasted. Before Victor arrived, he’d been alone for over a year. Weeks and seasons had passed in utter silence and his personal boundaries had expanded to include the length and breadth of his family’s land. He held long conversations with himself in the lazy rhythm of farming and when he grew tired of his own predictability, he turned to one-sided discussions with the gods.

In the absence of human voice, his thoughts and prayers had grown loud, buzzing in his ears like flocks of cicadas in the summer.

Summer is the time of year where everything happened under Yūri’s watchful eye and careful guidance. In that respect, having Victor around to mentor and shape suited this time of year. Through no fault of his own, Victor nevertheless required patience and flexibility he hadn’t needed to exercise in years, not since he was a much younger man - a child - finding his place around his sister’s blunt nature and his friends’ teasing and Minako-sensei’s nosiness. It was just that Victor’s personality was the exact opposite of Yūri’s: naturally ebullient, social, talkative, and very touchy.

The first month was the most difficult. He and Victor were together all the time, from morning til night, from dinner to breakfast, without reprieve, too much closeness, all too abrupt.

Yūri didn’t know how he managed to survive with his sanity intact.

Victor was helpless at practically every aspect of country life. Each day was a startling reminder that Yūri and this stranger were from completely different worlds. He had no idea how to cook, how to clean. The concept of rodents and pests was utterly foreign. He was several steps removed from the idea of living side-by-side with gods and demons.

But each day, Victor met him halfway. He kept his promise - worked hard, learned quickly – and Yūri never really had to worry. He just needed to adjust and as time passed, it became easier.

Eventually, he even grew accustomed to their closeness at night. Originally, he had a fleeting, insane hope that their first, awkward night would not be repeated. That once Victor’s clothes were dry and clean, he’d miraculously find something to sleep in.

How naïve.

Nights were a test of a different sort, less mental and more primal, something natural and instinctive that Yūri found difficult to describe. Victor these days was a more earthen creature, washed of oils and perfumes and one with the scents of the fields and dirt, his silver hair bleached pale and skin transformed under constant exposure to the sun. Yet, something within Yūri continued to stir each evening, once the day was gone and their meal was done and they were both too tired to do much more than sleep and conserve their energies for the following day.

It gnawed at Yūri, this deep, dark craving, each night when Victor shucked his wedding robes and they huddled under the blanket, back to back, oddly angled to share a pillow meant for one.

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Yūri liked to start work in the early dawn and finish before the summer heat sapped him of all vitality. He would leave his house with a lantern to light the path, a lone figure melting into endless black. As he worked, the morning light would come up over the horizon and the rice stalks – taller and taller with each passing day – would cut into the spread of dawn, an army of slim soldiers, swaying and casting shadows that protected Yūri from the sun’s rays. And once the day’s work was complete, Yūri would turn his back on the waves of his cheerful, healthy green sea and return to his house.

Yūri can handle weeding five acres of rice by himself. With two sets of hands, the work was done more quickly and they often had time to survey the nearby mountain and foothills.

Three times a week Victor preferred to stay behind. On those days, instead of approaching his familiar, shut house, he was treated to the sight of a barefoot Victor doing his morning katas, robes hanging off his waist and twirling with the ends of long, long hair not plastered to shoulders, neck and back dripping with sweat.

Yūri always had to check he wasn’t drooling. He usually allowed himself a few seconds to admire the stretch and bend of Victor’s upper body, to experience shiver-inducing glimpses of pale buds on flat pectoral muscles and the evidence of a lifetime of training in Victor’s shoulders and upper arms.

Then he made himself avert his eyes and slink round to the back, where he could hide his burning face in the washing basin.

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About two weeks after they met and Victor showed no signs of leaving, he did his duty and took the noble to Yuri-o’s mountain. The mountain was a fifteen minute walk to the east and another thirty north. Their river water and fish flowed down from its heights and it was the most reliable source of wild greens and a prosperous hunting ground. It was reliable and plentiful, even when their crops were bad, and they all paid their respects to the mountain god’s hard work.

Victor rubbed the back of his neck as they carefully picked their way over the uneven ground. “Yūri, it’s odd but it feels like we’re being watched.”

“Naturally. The mountain’s curious.” Yūri pushed through a low-hanging leaf. It was Victor’s first trip to the mountain and Yūri hasn’t been back since last fall, so his attention is largely on following the trail. If they get lost, even at this early afternoon hour, it would be inconvenient for him to try and get them both home all by himself.

“You make it sound like it’s alive.” Victor tried to joke, brushing invisible spiderwebs off his arms and shoulders. He shook his foot loose.

“That’s because it is. Spirits run under the surface of the mountain, connecting the plants and animals to its god. That way, the god keeps watch and keeps the balance so the mountain can flourish.”

“Really?” Victor looked excited and intrigued.

“Yes, the mountain spirits are curious creatures. They thrive on stimuli, so sometimes, they’ll hang onto you and it feels like you walked through cobwebs. Or they’ll wind themselves around your arms and legs and if you’re not careful, you’ll trip over thin air.”

“I’ve felt phantom sensations since we entered the woods. It just felt like I kept brushing plants and tripping on low branches. Being watched is much more familiar. My old master used to make me hunt him down for hours before he got tired and knocked me unconscious from behind.” Victor made a face at the memories. “How do we know they’re really ghosts if you can’t see them?”

Yūri cast him an amused, condescending glance. “Have you been humoring me and my stories? Don’t ask for them if you can’t acknowledge gods and spirits might be real. And really, you’re the last person to play ignorant, Mr. Bride-Brought-By-A-Thunder-Demon.”

“Oh, I’d forgotten about that!”

Yūri laughed. “Well, whatever you do, don’t get angry. They’re just doing what’s natural, so there’s no reason to take it out on the mountain. Besides, if the god doesn’t like you, you might disappear.”

“I am having trouble committing to the idea.” Victor admitted. “Where I come from, believing in the unseen is faith, not fact. So, I’ll start with making sure I remember all your stories!” He said enthusiastically. “I’ll just ask you to tell me over and over again until I have them memorized. Then I definitely won’t get into trouble.”

#the raiju was a matchmaker #My fic #victuuri #viktuuri