#also back to back updates!? who am i??? but don't expect another one too soon
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Porcelain Steve - Part 7
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((TW for this part; period typical slurs and internalized homophobia. Read the tags before clicking readmore if you want the details))
Steve has been a porcelain doll for seven weeks when disaster strikes.
"What is that," Jeff says, because even though the words are in an order which would suggest that it's a question, the tone of voice Jeff uses decidedly is not questioning.
"What is whaaa-AH! Nothing! It's nothing!" Eddie, who was torso deep into his closet throwing things around to find his backup amp cord, turns to look at what Jeff was talking about, and is now launching himself across his room to stand between Jeff and Porcelain Steve. Porcelain Steve, who Eddie had lain on his bed, propped slightly on a pillow, headphones carefully perched on his little head, hooked to a cassette player currently playing the first hour of last week's Top 40 countdown that Eddie had taped for him (all three hours of it, leaving out the chatter of the radio show host. He'd had to use two tapes to get it all).
"Nothing sure looks a lot like a doll in headphones, Munson," Jeff has an amazing poker face but Eddie's certain he can see a bit of judgement underneath the carefully blank expression Jeff is wearing.
"I don't know what you're talking abo- hey! Hey, no, no, don't!" Eddie tries to bodily block Jeff when he moves forward and the two end up wrestling, a match that Eddie almost wins, if not for the hazard that is his messy room. He gets Jeff walked almost to the door before he steps wrong on something, ankle rolling and sending him down sideways. He clutches at Jeff but can't make purchase and Jeff, the bastard, does fuck-all to try and catch him. Instead, Jeff leaps out of arm's length, then lunges onto the bed as Eddie collapses to his floor.
Eddie frantically tries to stand and, in his haste, ends up with his feet tangled in a pile of dirty laundry and that sends him crashing down again, this time forward onto his hands and knees, so he gives up on standing and crawls the few short feet to the bed, finally looking up to see that the damage has been done.
Jeff has picked up Steve, holding him inches from his own face, eyes squinted in suspicion. Eddie is frozen, horrified and afraid, and can't bring himself to do anything as Jeff examines Steve closely, turning him around, poking his torso, flipping him upside down to examine his shoes more thoroughly. It's only when Jeff reached for the shirt, pinching the hem of it between two fingers that Eddie kicks back into action.
He lunges up, one knee on the bed, leaning over to grab Steve and yank him from Jeff's grip. His first instinct is to throw Steve over his shoulder, out of sight out of mind mentality, but as soon as he does, he realizes his mistake and twists, lunging to catch Steve in midair. He does manage to catch Steve, but it sends him bouncing off his dresser and almost back to the floor before he manager to regain his balance, where he proceeds to cradle Steve to his chest, which is heaving from the adrenaline, wrestling match, and subsequent dive after Steve.
Jeff is giving him a concerned look but something else piques his interest; Jeff reaches over and picks up the headphones, holding them up to one ear. His face goes through every emotion a human could possibly experience in less than fifteen seconds as he listens to whatever track was at the forty-ish minute mark on the Top 40 countdown.
Slowly, Jeff lowers the headphones, letting them drop to the bed before he gives Eddie a new, more judgmental, yet infinitely more concerned, look. "Eddie. What. The fuck."
Honestly, he's not sure there's anything he can say in response.
"Why- I don't... are you okay, man?" Jeff sounds both scared for Eddie, and scared of him, at the same time.
"I'm fine," Eddie manages to squeak out.
"Eddie," Jeff says seriously, "this is not fine. This is- this is insane behavior. You know that, right?"
"I've no idea what you mean," Eddie doesn't even know what he's defending himself from but his default response to anything is to defend himself. He grips Steve tightly around the torso with one hand and then moves both his hands to be behind his back so Jeff will stop staring at Steve.
"I mean this fuckin' insane shrine you have dedicated to Steve fucking Harrington. How did you even get a doll that looks like him. Did you- did you make that?"
Fuck. Holy fuck. What can he say to defend himself here? Is there a single way for him to come out of this not sounding deranged? If he agrees, let's Jeff's drawn conclusion be the truth, then that's all but confirmation to Steve about his big fat crush, so when Steve's back to being Steve he'll never look at Eddie again. Jeff might think he needs mental help, but he'll be here for Eddie. If he tries to deny the accusation, then he'll need an explanation. He'll have to tell Jeff something that make him seem less like a creepy stalker, but what? He can't tell the truth, not without letting everyone know he's going to tell Jeff. There's a whole other secret he'd have to let out to even have a chance of Jeff believing him.
Jeff must take his silence for acceptance or guilt, because he's speaking again. "I.... man, this is not healthy. Please tell me you aren't, like, hoarding a lock of his hair or his clothes or something."
Involuntarily, damningly, his eyes dart to the closet, where several of Steve's sweaters hang from when he'd borrowed them and never returned them. And it's not like Steve doesn't have several of Eddie's own articles of clothing, like his battle vest and a few shirts. But Jeff doesn't know they easily, willingly, swap clothes, so his eyes go wide and dart towards the closet, as if he can pick out which pieces belong to Steve on sight.
Actually, he probably can.
"This really isn't what it looks like," Eddie says because he has to say something. Being silent is too incriminating.
"I don't think you're aware of what this looks like," Jeff says, wiggling himself off of Eddie's bed to stand at the foot of it. "Of all the boys in Hawkins.... I knew you liked Steve but this is.... creepy. That doll looks so much like him that I recognized it. Does Steve know you're in love with him, or is this like a way to process your crush without having to-"
"Jeff!" Eddie yells, mortified. He can feel his whole face heat up, knows he must be bright red. Because Jeff just said, out loud and for Steve to hear, the thing that Eddie very much hasn't even said out loud to himself, even if he knows how he feels deep down.
Jeff must know he's overstepped some invisible boundary he wasn't even aware of because his face immediately shows regret. He takes a step forward and Eddie takes a step back.
Immediately, Jeff stops his forward momentum. "Shit, I'm sorry, Eddie. I'm sorry."
When Eddie answers, his voice sounds like he's been eating gravel, "Just, can you go wait in the living room? I'll be right out, and we can talk, or whatever, but can you just..."
A nod, and then Jeff is gone, closing the door behind him.
With shaking hands, Eddie brings Steve back to the front of him. Looks down at him. He's not even aware he's crying until he watches his tears mark Steve's tiny polo. He can't keep holding Steve. Can't keep looking at him. Not when- not when his best friend just outed him in the worst way possible. And Eddie can't even be upset or hurt about it because Jeff didn't know. He's teased Eddie about his crushes before, and in the safety of his own room, there was no reason for Jeff to have to watch what he was saying.
Even knowing that Steve is okay with Robin, loves her anyway, without the ability to confirm that Steve doesn't hate him right now, Eddie's going to freak out. But he can't. Jeff is waiting in the living room, and the band is waiting back at Gareth's. This was just- they were supposed to just grab the amp cable and get back, a fifteen-minute job at most, and now.
Now Eddie is staring down at Steve, willing himself to not have a panic attack.
"I'm sorry, Steve. I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have heard it like that, it s-should have come from me. It should- you-I'm sorry," Eddie gently underhand throws Steve onto the center of the bed. He lands face up and Eddie sinks to the floor because he can't stand anymore, and he can't really breath.
Steve knows Eddie's a fucking faggot now, and that he wants Steve, and there's no way he'll get to keep the friendship they had before this. There's no universe in which Steve isn't creeped out by this information. There has never been an instance where a straight boy found out about his crush on them and didn't abandon him. Not always cruelly, he'll admit. He's had friends that learned and just... slid from his life with no words and no fuss. Eddie just never spoke to them again because they never came back around, but they also never outed him.
That's what will happen with him and Steve. He'll quit inviting Eddie around, or calling when he's bored, and eventually it will get to the point that Eddie only sees him at BBQ's that Joyce drags him to.
Fuck. FUCK!
He's not sure how long he's on the floor but eventually, he finds the will to get back up and resume digging through his closet to find the amp cord. It doesn't take long, he was ridiculously close to finding it earlier, it seems.
Before leaving his room, he picks back up the cassette player and headphones. Silence comes from them, so he pops the tape out before flipping it to the B side and popping it back in. He puts the headphones around Steve's head again and presses play, doing his best to not actually look at Steve. He'll just have another breakdown if he does.
He trudges out of his room, closing the door behind himself before taking the short walk to the living room, where Jeff waiting on the couch, elbows on his knees, fingers steepled under his chin, eyes faraway as he stares towards the wall in front of him.
"Hey," Eddie says, to get his attention.
"Hey," Jeff says, sitting up straight and turning towards Eddie. "I'm sorry. Whatever I did, I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing? I'm the fucking psycho here," he sighs, leaning sideways against the kitchen counter, arms folded across his chest, hand clutching at the amp cord just for something to ground him.
"Forget that, whatever I did, or said, or whatever, you were- when you yelled my name. You looked terrified. Of me," Jeff almost whispers the last sentence, and if not for the stark silence in the trailer, Eddie wouldn't have heard.
"Not of you, Jeff," Eddie whispers back, but his voice doesn't stay quiet because 'quiet' isn't a thing Eddie does easily or often. "Of... of myself, and these- of how I feel- I'm a goddamned faggot and now that Ste- when Steve finds out I'll lose him! Like I've lost every fucking person who ever even suspected I was a fuckin' queer!"
Silence stretches between them, enough to make Eddie fidget, dropping his crossed arms to twist the amp cord about anxiously with both his hands.
"Look, man, I don't know what's, like, the appropriate thing to say so I'm just going for the honest thing. You got me. You'll never lose me. And all those other assholes that you think you lost? You're wrong. They lost you. And if Steve Harrington is gonna be another one of those, then you aren't losing him. 'Cause he was never really in your corner to begin with."
If this were anyone else, with the exception of his uncle, he would be able to hold it together better. But it's Jeff. His best friend. Who never believed Eddie committed unspeakable horrors over Spring Break last year. Who didn't question the strange, new friends he suddenly had afterwards; who accepted as the only explanation a softly spoken 'they saved me' and that was enough. Who had said 'ok, cool' in response to Eddie telling him he was gay, years ago now, and continued trying to find out if Eddie had a secret relationship, switching girlfriend for boyfriend like it wasn't a big deal (Eddie did not have a secret relationship; his good mood that week was the result of snooping for his birthday present and finding the guitar hidden under his uncle bed).
It's Jeff. So, Eddie does the most metal, manly thing he can and bursts into tears, blindly reaching for Jeff and pulling him off the couch so he can bear hug him and sob into his shirt.
"There, there, you big baby," Jeff rubs his back soothingly, "let it out. Then pull your sorry ass together, because Gareth and Brian are going to think we died in a car crash on the way here if we take much longer."
"Ah, fuck," Eddie manager to say around the sniffling he's trying to get control of, "you're right."
"You good, though?"
"Uh, I will be."
Jeff nods and steps back. "How about this. We go to practice, and then you can come to my place tonight and we can like, hangout and talk. If that's what you want."
He's already nodding as he says, "yeah. That would be good. I- uh, I have something to do after practice, but yeah, after that I'll come over."
Eddie tosses the amp cable to Jeff after they climb into the van and head off.
Halfway there, Jeff says, "you know Gareth and Brian are in your corner, too. If you ever feel like telling them one day."
"One day," Eddie agrees, "but today has already been... a lot."
Practice goes well, with some ribbing for their tardiness allowed. If Gareth and Brian notice Eddie's been crying recently, they keep it to themselves. Which is good, because Eddie cannot handle one more thing today.
A promise to meet up with Jeff later and Eddie's back home.
Back to where he left Steve, who will be laying in silence on his bed because it's been well over two hours since he and Jeff left, and the tape only held an hours' worth of music on each side. Back to the nightmare of not knowing if Steve hates him now, or if Eddie's, and this is the most likely scenario, being a bit overdramatic.
His uncle is home, so he greets him, asks after his day, gets told dinner is Fend For Yourself Night (which just means leftovers or a TV dinner), and gets asked about Steve. Because of course he does.
"You sure he went on a vacation willingly with those parents of his, and he ain't actually kidnapped and trapped somewhere?"
That's a little bit too true. If only Wayne knew. "Well, no. I'm not sure. All I know is what he said when he left."
Wayne gives him a look. One Eddie is used to seeing, that says 'I know more than you think but I'm waiting for you to tell me' and Eddie's a little afraid of what Wayne thinks he knows. So, instead of prying that box open, Eddie just says he's tired and goes to his room.
Steve is exactly where Eddie left him.
Suddenly, without reason or logic, Eddie is angry. He's so pissed at Steve for being gone for this long. For having transformed in the first place. For not being able to assure him they'll still be friends, regardless of Eddie's stupid crush.
He snatches Steve off the bed, hand clamping around one of Steve's arms and his torso so he can hold him up with one hand. Steve's face, permanently stuck into a blank expression, looks back. Even knowing that Steve sees and hears through this thing, Eddie's so angry at the doll. If Steve hadn't been turned into this stupid thing, if Eddie wasn't so helplessly in love with him, this wouldn't have happened. Eddie could have taken his own time telling Steve, instead of hearing his deepest secret spilled easily from Jeff's lips. Instead of this not knowing what Steve is thinking, or how he feels. Is he recoiling in disgust at the fact Eddie's making him look at his face? Or is Eddie being awarded the same kindness as Robin, a quiet acceptance that won't change their friendship?
Eddie doesn't know that answer and he hates it.
He's so angry with himself because he should know better. He's forcing his own insecurities onto Steve, about acceptance and caring, when nothing Steve's done since they've become friends is prove that he'll always be Eddie's friend and not even the apocalypse could change that.
"I'm going to hang out with Jeff, so you're gonna be alone a bit longer. Or maybe I should drop you off at Robin's when I go," Eddie goes to toss Steve back on the bed when something pinches his palm. It's a startling sharp pain, quick to fade, but it's surprising enough for Eddie to let go.
Eddie watches, horrified, as he falls to the floor. He twists in the air, landing with a dull thump and cracking sound on his left arm before falling onto his back.
"Shit. Shit! Fuck, Steve, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to," Eddie is crouched, already in the process of reaching for Steve when he freezes.
There is a crack on Steve's left arm, a line that starts above his elbow on the inside of his arm and runs down and across his arm to his hand, where Steve's pinky finger is gone. Looking slightly to the side, Eddie can see the small porcelain piece that Steve is missing laying on the ground next to him. Eddie's own hand is hovering in the air above Steve, shaking.
This can't be- how did- Eddie wracks his brain. Was the crack there already? Did Eddie cause the crack when he bounced off his dresser earlier? When did it happen? Does that fucking matter when it's Eddie who broke a piece off him? If Steve didn't hate him before, he's got to now. Eddie doesn't have time to panic about this, he's got to- El. El can talk to Steve. Find out if he's okay. What if breaking him-
Eddie launches himself up and to his dresser, grabbing at the Walkie up there. He pulls the antenna up, clicks it on and tries not to actually shout as he says, "Code Red! Code fucking Red!" He lets off the talk button, counts to seven in his head, enough time, he reasons, for someone to respond before he repeats the process. "Code Red!! Code Red!"
He repeats this process for three minutes with no response. Where the fuck is everyone!? How is he supposed to- Oh! The phone!
He tears down the hall and to the phone. He must look a right state, because Wayne looks very concerned and is halfway to standing up when Eddie gets to the phone beside him. He yanks the phone up and dials the number for the Byers-Hopper household, holding up a shaking finger to Wayne, a silent plea to give him a moment.
It rings and rings and rings before the answering machine kicks in. Eddie presses down on the disconnect button before dialing the Wheelers' number next.
"Hello?"
"Mike! Code Red! Where the fuck is everyone and why aren't they answering!?"
"What?"
"Code Red! Where's Nancy. Put Nancy on."
"Dude, slow down, what's-"
"I broke St-it. I broke it and someone needs to get El here now. Code Red does not mean ask questions, Mike! It means Code. Fucking. Red."
"Shit, shit, right! I'll get Nancy and we'll get everyone- just- we'll be there soon."
Eddie slams the phone down and has to meet his uncle's eye now.
"Eddie. What is goin' on?"
Eddie inhales a breath and can feel his lower lip quivering. "It's- can we talk about it later? I promise I'm not the one hurt, or in trouble, or- it's not me, ok. I just-"
"Yer shakin' like a leaf boy. What's got you so spooked?"
Eddie just shakes his head and flees back to his room, slamming the door shut between him and his uncle. He can't bring himself to cross the room to Steve. He slides himself down the door to sit on the floor, pulling his knees up to hug.
"I'm so sorry, Steve. I'm sorry."
#steddie#my fic#porcelain steve#TW: Eddie calls himself a faggot and he means it in a bad way#did I make a playlist on spotify w/ Top 40 songs for June 21-27 1987 so id know how many tapes eddie had to use to record it?#yes. its 2 tapes fyi‚ using side A and B of one. a total of 2h54m. in my defense it was a writers block activity.#couldnt figure out what to have jeff say to comfort eddie that was in character and era-appropriate so... playlist it was!#if i were titling these parts this would be Eddie's No Good‚ Very Bad‚ Terrible‚ Horrible Day#I mean... he's had worse days (Spring Break '86) but this is up there for him#also back to back updates!? who am i??? but don't expect another one too soon#i started this one as part 6 originally but decided i wanted a more lighthearted piece first#so i wrote like 2/3 of this before writing what i posted for part 6 so finishing this was quick
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For OFMD Tumblr friends who want a S3 and are scared of Twitter
First, no judgment from me. I very much get it. I resisted Twitter for a long time, and even though I'm now a bit more comfortable on it, it's still not my Fandom Home. There are a TON of valid reasons not to be on Twitter, but if you REALLY want to keep OFMD visible right now and help its chances of returning for a third season, Twitter is the best place to do it. Like it or not, Twitter is still the best social media platform for raising awareness and for instant news updates.
Tumblr posts don't make headlines. Topics that have been trending on Twitter do. And if we want this show to come back, we need to make OFMD impossible to ignore.
By now you've probably seen just how close we came to a S3, and if you're like me, you are RAGING and donning your battle jacket. But I get it can be intimidating to get on Twitter for the first time, so I thought I'd address some common anxieties I see. I'll put below a cut because this got a bit long, but I promise it's a quick read.
I don't know what to say! Where do I even start?
That's okay! You don't have to create your own tweets (although it's great if you do). Amplifying other people's posts is also important. Go ahead and like/retweet/reply to other people's posts. This may also help you get an idea of what you may like to say in your own tweets.
Hashtags...yes?
Yes! Although don't use too many or you may get flagged as a bot. The biggest one that seems to be emerging is #SaveOFMD. Other popular ones are #RenewAsACrew, #RenewOurFlagMeansDeath, and of course, #OFMD and #OurFlagMeansDeath.
Should I just be tagging all the streaming services?
Per @renewasacrew, no. It's counterproductive. You'll want to tag one streamer at a time and be specific. Below is an example of a tweet I made the other day -- use specific reasons why that that particular streamer may benefit from picking up OFMD.
I'm scared. People are mean.
Yeah, people are mean. But I will say the vibes over at OFMD Twitter are currently the best I've ever seen them. People seem to have united for the greater good and are being overwhelmingly positive and just trying to do whatever we can to save the show. (That said, again, I already had a pretty curated feed, and was very liberal with blocking users/terms I didn't want to see, but I've been able to spend so much more time in the For You tab than I ever have without being jump scared by something.)
But I don't know anyone there! Wouldn't I just be shouting into the void?
Not if you use the hashtags! Fans are being really good about following those and engaging with the tweets. Plus, [Stede voice], I'm your friend. I'm xoxoemynn over there as well, I'll follow you back and engage with any of your posts that I see. Plus, what's been REALLY lovely to see is that SO many lurkers have come out of lurkerdom to support the efforts, and they are being welcomed with open arms, so you will not be alone. Again, I am telling you, vibes? Best I've ever seen them.
I can't get sucked into another social media platform, I don't have the time.
The beauty here is you don't need to spend a lot of time. I've been on Twitter more in the past week than I have in the entire year I've had an account, and I'm still only on for maybe an hour total the entire day? I open the app, I check a couple accounts, I engage with a handful of posts, and I close the app. It takes all of five minutes. It's an extremely small lift that can have a very big impact.
My bet is on Zaslav expecting us to be upset, and that there may be a day or two of outrage, but then we'd move on. I'm sure right now he's trying to convince everyone that this is a fluke, and that it'll blow over soon. Don't let him win. Keep OFMD in the news. Be loud (but polite) and make Max and other streamers take note of what a passionate, loyal fan base this show has. Make their stocks continue to drop. Make it clear this is NOT just a fluke, it is NOT business as usual. It's a BIG fuck up with lasting consequences.
Twitter, for all its sins, is the best place to do this.
Now let's get our damned show back.
#ofmd#our flag means death#renew as a crew#truly BELIEVE ME I get wanting to stay away!!#and if after we get picked up again you want to delete your account please go ahead and do that!#but this is a really easy and tangible way to show Max/other streamers#just how beloved the show is and how it would benefit them to save it#I love tumblr but it's not going to give us the kind of impact we want#it's for fans - not for external folks/key decision makers#ANYWAY I am by NO MEANS a twitter expert but I'm getting better#and I've seen some people be nervous about getting on the platform so I thought I'd try to help <3
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Please don't take this as me being angry or trying to be rude or anything, but this ask is... baffling to me?? For a variety of reasons, haha.
Like, I don't set out to create a "fandom" around my stuff when I do things, I just do them cause I feel like it and sometimes I get lucky enough that people enjoy it and feel inspired to create or talk about it! I'm not really trying to fill a void left by one of these "fandoms" by making a new "fandom" around things I make, I'm just doing stuff.
The idea of a stockpile of interests getting too big is also bizarre to me? Like... for an example of both things, you can watch Stamp on the Ground, it's chock full of all kinds of weird obscure interests of mine I just put in there because I liked them, and I since have many many more. There isn't really a limit to how many interests you can have!
Mentioning abandoning TF2 is also very funny to me because I kind of already did that once?? When I started drawing it again in 2023 I was coming back to it, the last time I drew anything for it was 2009. Twelve years where I didn't even touch it! Starting up again was the last thing I expected and yet here I am!
Which relates to the greater point I guess which is that my interests and inspiration don't just die and disappear, they just go dormant. They're always waiting there for the right cue to wake them up, and I can never predict when it happens. TF2 is the most recent example! But Vargas is a long-running one, I take huge hiatuses from it where I don't write or draw or think about it for a long time, but it's always there in the back of my mind. I went absolutely nuts for it around 2020 and then it went back to sleep for the most part, but I still get ideas every now and then. It's not gone. It's just taking a break.
All the things I like and make stuff for are like that. There are a few I don't see myself coming back to any time soon, but then again I thought that about TF2 and now I've made the most elaborate site I've ever made for it. I can't predict these things. What'll be next? I have no idea. MGS again? StarCon2? Ace Attorney? Or maybe it'll be something new? Who knows!
And I think describing one of those "fandoms" as crumbling and dying is a bit unfair... I don't think of it like that. I mean, I started Vargas in 2003 and I last updated it in 2021 and I'm still hearing from new people that just got into it! All the stuff I've made is still "alive" in that way. I do feel guilty in that transition period between one interest and another because I feel like I'm disappointing people who followed me for that one thing though, haha. But what can you do? Gotta do my thing! Follow where my heart leads me! Not everyone's going to be along for the ride, and that's fine.
(Those of you have stuck around through all my different interests, I appreciate you deeply <3)
#asks and answers#i've been thinking about an old dead lj rp i was in ages ago recently for example#where does the heart take us...
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Perfect Picture II
Miguel O’Hara x Female Reader
Pt. 1
18+ Warning!!!
Hi!! I’m glad to be back! Also want to try to get the next chapter of Unexpected Match out soon as well!
I apologize for any grammatical mistakes.
Enjoy!🥰
Wc: 3.8k
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A new folder landed on top of your keyboard, glancing closer at the name your eyes widen, realizing you were given a new profile to work on. Your look said everything as you looked up to your boss who gave you a nonchalant expression.
"Sonia, please. I can still get a photo of him. Please don't take me off this assignment just yet."
"I'm sorry y/n. I really am. But I've given you too many chances to try and get a photo of Spiderman. Don't try to take it to heart. Leah and Ryan didn't get it either. It's time to pass it on to the next person and have them try their luck. Plus, I gave you a really interesting new profile. It's on one of Nueva York's top bachelors. That Alchemax geneticist. I want you to go over to Alchemax and get an interview with him. I'll leave you to it. Keep me updated." Sonia smiled at you before walking back to her office.
Once she was out of earshot you groaned out loud in annoyance. First that damn bastard leaves me sore this morning and now this. Though you won't be getting pictures of Spiderman anymore, you weren't finished with him yet.
After setting up an interview with this Miguel O'Hara guy, through his very nice assistant Lyla, you got on the subway and made your way downtown to the main headquarters. After waiting for half an hour for your connecting train you finally made it to the front of the building. It was a tall silvery-white skyscraper. Entering the building your eyes stung from how bright white everything was. You walk up to the front desk where a semi-bored receptionist smile at you.
"Hi, I have an appointment with Dr.O'Hara."
You said. By the mention of the man's name, the receptionist eyes widen in surprise. Taking a quick look at her computer she looked back up at you with another fake smile.
"Go to the 71st floor."
"Thank you." You return the smiled before entering the opened elevator. After a minute or two the elevator stopped at the 71st floor. Your heart stopped out of your chest when the door didn't open. A hologram of a small woman with heart glasses and white furry coat appeared with a warm smile.
"Hi y/n. I'm Lyla. We spoke over the phone earlier."
"Hey! It's nice to meet you in person...well in hologram." You chuckled slightly which she joined in.
"Most people are surprised to find that I am an AI. I'll open the doors now." Lyla smiled before disappearing. A few seconds later and the elevator doors opened and not wanting to get stuck in them you step out into the his expansive office. You were stunned by the how nice his office/lab was. But it's not surprising when the biggest science companies wanted him and Alchemax XD was willing to pay a very big price to keep him with them.
As you walked further in your noticed a large figure of a brunette man in a white lab coat, his back facing you. Wow, he was a large man. The man before you turned around and your breath hitched. You knew he was in his mid to late twenties, but you didn't expect for him to be...so attractive. His eyes were a russet brown, and for a brief moment you thought you saw them turn red as he walked up to you. No one had spoken yet. Yet for some reason, it didn't feel awkward. It's as if you knew him for somewhere, but you couldn't figure out when.
"Hi Dr.O'Hara, it's nice to meet you. Thank you for meeting me for this profile interview."
"It's no problem. And you can call me Miguel." A charming smile appeared on his plush lips, making your smile turn genuine as your cheeks tint with with pink. Miguel walked to a door to the left of his office. He opened it wide as he looked at you with a warm smile gesturing you to follow him. Walking over and passed the door it was to a beautiful outdoor patio. The large outdoor space had top of the line furniture decorated with various beautiful flowers. Your eyes widen by the stunning view of the city. You never had seen it from above before. Not like this.
"It's gorgeous." You finally manage to speak, stunned by the beauty of your surroundings.
"I'm glad you like it. I come out here whenever I need to clear my mind. We can have the interview here." Miguel smiled as he gestured for you to sit on the sofa chair across from him. You happily obliged as you put you work bag on the table and grab your notebook and pen.
"Is it ok if I record on conversation?" You look up at him, expecting his answer. Even when he sat down he was so much large than you. It almost reminded you have that foibles one spider... you shook the ridiculous thought out of your head.
"Sure." He smiled as you watch his shoulders relax.
After the interview you were amazed by how modest he was acting, especially for how he was a once in a generation genius and has so many accomplishments.
"That's all the questions I have. Is there anything you want to add?"
"Can this be off the record?" It was somewhat normal for an interviewee wanted to say something off the record, so you had no issue with his request.
"Of course." You smile as you turn off the recording on your phone before looking back up at him. As the two of you stood up, Miguel opened the door and gestured for you to walk in first, which you smiled at him in gratitude. "What did you want to say that's off the record? I'm assuming something scandalous that you want me to keep secret?" You chuckle as you turn to face him. You noticed his slightly tense state as he a searched the back of his neck, unknowingly showing of his large biceps pressing against the seems of his lab coat, which made you lightly bite the in side of your lip. Damn he was hot.
"I wanted to see if you would be interested in having dinner with me?" He looked over at you with a charming smile.
Your eyes widen slightly from his question. He was cute, smart, and charming. Why wouldn't you say yes. Thoughts of Spiderman crossed your mind. A tinge of sadness hit your heart for a second, realizing you most likely won't see him again. If only you figured out who he was. But there was a man right in front of you who was interested in you.
A smile graced your lips as you tucked some of your hair behind your ear. "I would love that."
Your response made his smile widen as he wraps an arm around your waist pulling you in. Chest against chest you feel the rhythm of his heart as he leans down, lips gently brushing against your ear: "Can't wait, preciosa. I'll see you tonight."
Heart pounding a mile a minute, you smile as you try to stop your reddening cheeks from appearing. As he leans up he smirks down at you, noticing your flustered state. Before parting ways he takes your hand, lifting it to his lips and placing a gentle kiss there, not once his gaze leaving yours. "Maybe I'll be lucky to steal a sweet kiss from your lips tonight. Until then."
Miguel leads you to the elevator as you part ways. As the doors close your mind comes out of its haze. "What just happened..."
Once you made it down to the lobby, slightly still in a daze, you notice a ding from your phone. Taking it out of your pocket you notice the unfamiliar number.
This is Miguel. Meet me here at 7. See you tonight, cariño.
You responde to his message agreeing to the time and location before heading off back to your apartment.
After treading across town you finally make it back to your apartment. Only having three hours to get ready and leave you head straight to your bedroom to change. Once entering your bedroom your heart nearly drops to your stomach as you see the tall and well toned Spiderman standing in your bedroom.
"Didn't think our paths would meet again."
You say as you let your hair down and take off your shoes.
"Didn't think you would want me this badly, hermosa?" Spiderman chuckled as he walked up to you.
"I'm not undressing for you. I'm getting ready to go out. Hey, give me that." You try to reach for the embarrassing photo taken of you the other night. However, he sensed what you were going to do as he lifted the photo up where you couldn't reach.
"Though I enjoy that you're pressed up against me at the moment, I'll give it back to you if you tell me why I didn't see you at the bank robbery earlier today? You usually never miss a chance to see me in action." Although you couldn't see his face, you knew he was grinning underneath that mask.
"I wasn't there because I'm off that case since I couldn't succeed in seeing who you are underneath that mask." You gave up on reaching for the photo but decided not to move away from him.
"You did see some parts of me the other night. We can do that again tonight, if you'd like." He wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you close. You purse your lips slightly to the side as you try to hide your smile. You then remove yourself from his grasp.
"I can't. I met a nice guy today, and he asked me out to dinner. I want to see how it goes and seeing if it could be something instead of living a short-lived sexual fantasy with you."
"Well, then I hope you have a nice date tonight. That guy is one lucky man." You were slightly surprised how well he took it as you walked him to your bedroom window. He opened the window and stepped out.
"See you around the city, amor." He shot up, but before he fully disappeared you yelled out, "wait!" As soon as the words left your lips he came back, this time upside down. "Si?" You tried hard not to roll your eyes from the smugness in his voice.
"Just wanted to do this." You lean towards him from the inside as you reach up to lower his mask just passed his lips, which you were surprised he let you. You lean in a place a kiss on his lips, which he happily reciprocated as he took your chin to deepen the kiss. After a moment you both pull away, for air. You could see the smile on his face that resembled yours. You gazed at his lips a bit longer, wanting to remember the only part of his real self you knew before you leaned back inside.
"See you around, Spiderman." You say before closing the window and walking away. What you didn't hear was what he whispered after you closed the window. "What a lucky man, I'm going to be."
After your shower, getting ready, and taking a shot of tequila for courage and good luck you head out for your date tonight. You got there 30 minutes later, just on time. As you walk up to the restaurant you see Miguel standing there with a bouquet of blood red roses.
"Hey"
"Hi, hermosa. These are for you." Miguel hand your the bouquet which you happily take as you you bring them up to your nose to smell.
"They smell lovely, thank you Miguel."
"I'm happy you like them. How was the rest of your day?" Miguel placed a hand on your lower back, leading you inside the restaurant.
"Uneventful. Just went home to get ready for tonight." You tell him, deciding to leave out the part about your encounter with the famed Nueva York hero. "How about you?"
"Uneventful too. I finished up some work in my lab and then got ready for tonight. I chose a Mediterranean restaurant, I hope that's ok."
"Mediterranean food sounds perfect." You smile up at him, which he happily returns before talking to the host about your reservation.
"Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. O'Hara." said the hostess as she leads you to your seats. Your eyes widen slightly, from the women's comment as you hear Miguel try to hide a cough, obviously also taken by surprise by the comment.
"Oh, we-we're not married. This is our first date." You had the courage to speak up and gently correct her.
"Oh! My apologies! You two seem like such a nice couple, I assumed you would be married for how comfortable you seem around each other."
"No worries. It's nice to know it doesn't look like it's a first date." Miguel chuckled lightly as he moved the chair for you to sit, before sitting down himself, saying a small thank you for his chivalrous gesture.
"Have a nice dinner." Said the hostess, slightly flushed from her embarrassing slip up before heading back to her post.
The dinner with Miguel was amazing. Just like the hostess had said you both were very comfortable with each others presence as if you knew each other before your meeting today. You learned a lot about him, being from Nueva York and starting high school and college at a young age before working full time at Alchamex. You found out you both a many things in common, such as big football fans, both love to cook, and read. After a bit of time trying to convince him to split the bill, you both leave the restaurant and walk back to your apartment.
When you both arrive you stop infront of your apartment. "I had a lovely night tonight. I was wondering if you wanted to have a drink up at my place." Your heart paced a mile a minute awaiting to see his answer to your courageous offer. Your relaxed when you saw a grin appear on his face. "I would love to, cariño."
"Maybe yourself comfortable. I'll grab us two glasses." As you made it inside your apartment you head to the kitchen. Not a moment later you feel hands at your waist and pulled against a fit chest. You felt him brush some of your hair behind you to place kisses up your neck before whispering in your ear. "Instead of having a drink, I think I'd prefer having you."
"Sounds good to me." You turn around, facing him as you wrap your arms around his neck. Miguel pulls you in closer as he leans down to press his lip against yours. Miguel deepens the kiss, licking your lips to let his tongue enter your mouth. Being feisty you tease him by denying him his satisfaction, which only makes growl in frustration as his hands grab your ass, giving it a good squeeze, which makes you gasp and letting him in.
As the make out session grew more heated Miguel tapped the back of your thighs asking your to wrap them around his waist so he could carry you to your bedroom. Wrapping your legs around him he picks you up with ease as he carries you to your room before laying you on the bed where he helped you take off your clothes. You unbutton his shirt as you bite your lips from how ripped he was.
Miguel hovered over you as he captured your lips and began to trail them down your neck to your breasts. You bit your lip as you felt his lips sucking on one of your breasts. One of his hands trailed up your thigh as he inserted one of his fingers into your wet folds.
Miguel removed his lips briefly from your nipple, peaked and sensitive from his touches as his eyes lightly glared at you. "Hermosa, let me hear that beautiful voice." He growled slightly.
A moan escaped you, not holding back as you felt him insert another finger inside you.
His lips soon left your breasts as he kissed down your stomach, where his face landed between your thighs. He grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulders as he fingered fucked you. You felt your core tighten, desperate for release due to the quick pace of his fingers thrusting and curling inside you.
You bit your lip in pure pleasure, about to reach your blissful peak, when you suddenly felt the absence of his fingers. You lightly glare up at him, cheeks flushed, breath slightly uneven. "Miguel!" You whined, which only made him chuckle. "Not yet, mi amor. You'll get it soon."
Miguel lowered your legs from his shoulders as he positioned himself between you. He hovered over you as he removed his boxers. Your eyes widen slightly, jaw slightly open when you see his size. Miguel smirked as he captured your lips into his. He licked your lips, wanting to explore your mouth. Still, you teasingly refused, which was a poor mistake as he entered the tip of his cock inside you, making you gasp and letting his tongue enter your mouth.
You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as he slowly inserted deeper inside you. Even with the prep, he still made your walls stretch farther than they have ever been. Once you gently moved your hips against his, it was his cue to begin as he removed himself but the tip before thrusting back inside you.
"Miguel." You cry out as you claw at his back as his pace begins to quicken as he slams back into you.
"Encajo tan bien dentro de ti, como si este coño estuviera hecho para mí." Miguel growled as his pace grew faster, making you feel your core tighten again.
(I fit so well inside you, like this pussy is made for me.)
He grabbed your hips and lifted them slightly as he found a new angle to fuck you in, making the tip of his cock hit in just the right place repeatedly. You cried out loud as you reach your euphoric high.
Your knuckles turn white from gripping the sheets so tight as Miguel fucked you.
Trailing after your second orgasm, your cunt began to feel overstimulated as he continued to fuck your rough.
"It's s-so much." You mewled out loud. Miguel leaned forward, as he kissed your shoulder to your neck to your lips. "Just one more. You can handle one more. Right, Hermosa?" He whispered in your ear. You nod your head as you feel your lower stomach tighten.
"Coger, déjame llenar este bonito coño." Miguel continued to slam into you as his cock twitched, almost at its peak. You moaned out loud as you squeezed around him from your second orgasm. The sudden tightness around his cock makes him groan as he spills deep inside you, coating your walls white. (Fuck, let me fill this pretty pussy.)
Your upper body collapsed on the soft duvet as Miguel continued to thrust inside you, becoming more sloppy as he came down from his sexual high.
The events of today and tonight suddenly came crashing down on you as your eyes began to grow heavy. Not wanting wake you Miguel puts the covers over the both of you as he wraps you in his arms, pulling you against his chest. He kissed the top of your head. "Buenas noches, mi amor."
You wake up the next morning feeling well rested, better than you have in a long time. Maybe that was because of the warmth admitting from the body you were entangled with in bed. You look up to find him still asleep. You smile as you take in his beautiful features. The lack of stress wrinkles from frowning or furrowing his brows, now relaxed during his peaceful state. You eyes glaze down to his plush lips. A thought passed through your mind. It was interesting how similar your experiences were with Miguel and Spiderman. Remembering last night it was interesting how it's was supposedly the first time you had sex yet he knew exactly where to touch you. Your gaze fell back to his lips. They looked so familiar. Your heart dropped as everything came together in your head.
You moved yourself out of his arms, sitting up in bed and instantly waking him up.
"Y/n? Cariño what's wrong?" Miguel give you a concerned look as he see's your distraught reaction.
"It's you." Is all you could say, not knowing if your should be mad or happy you find out the biggest mystery in Nueva York.
"What do you mean?" Still not 100% awake, Miguel's concern turned to confusion, not understanding your words.
"You're Spiderman."
Miguel's eyes widen slightly. "Hermosa, I'm not-" he paused his words, knowing the investigative journalist you were wouldn't buy it. He sighed, knowing his secret is out.
"Yes, I am."
"Would you ever have told me?"
"I think eventually I would have longer into this relationship." Your eyes widen slightly from his words as you felt your heart pound against your chest.
"Relationship? It's nice to know you were thinking us longterm." You chuckle. "Cause I don't want this to end anytime soon."
"I'm glad to hear that. From the first time I laid eyes on you the first time you followed me when I was fighting the vulture with your camera, and note pad, and I knew I wanted to get to know you more." Miguel smiled happy to hear your response as he sat up and pulled you into his arms, as you now sat between his legs.
"Not only did I finally figure out who is Spiderman, now I'm dating him. Guess that means I'm in on the secret." You chuckle.
"You'll keep my secret?" Miguel asked slightly surprised.
"Of course I will. It's nice to know that I'm off the case to figure out who Spiderman is. Less stressful." you kiss his cheek right before Miguel takes your chin and places a sweet and loving kiss on your lips.
"Also, I think I'm going to keep this photo for myself." Miguel leans over and grabs a brand new photo of you being fucked by him. Your eyes widen, cheeks brightening red.
"H-how did you do that again without me seeing it?"
"Have to keep some secrets from you, mi amor. Makes the relationship more mysterious." Miguel chuckled as he places another kiss to your lips. You chuckle into the kiss before deepening it.
"Fine by me. As long as I get to do this." You take your phone and take a selfie as you kiss his cheek as Miguel gives one of those really happy and genuine smiles. Something you would see again many times for ever.
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#miguel o'hara#spider man 2099#spider man: across the spider verse#miguel x reader#oneshot#miguel o’hara fanfiction#miguel o’hara x y/n#oneshot requests#atsv miguel#miguel x you#miguel imagine#miguel fanfic#miguel o’hara smut#miguel smut#miguel x fem!reader
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Hey! This is Zoro coming with an update about my health as quite a few things have happened the past couple of months. As some may know, I've been dealing with chronic pain and illness since February of last year as mentioned in this post here.
A quick summary of it was that I have been dealing with constant bladder and stomach problems suddenly that were disrupting day to day life as they were painful and constant. Despite the multiple hospital visits, nothing was really done and at the time I could only wait to see certain specialists (which required a lot of money to see). Recently however, I finally got an answer to what was causing me pain in one part of my stomach! The culprit was my gallbladder and it has been removed!
The rest of the post will be caught off so for those who want to read in more detail, but one issue has been solved (at least i hope so)!
I also want to note here and thank everyone who's been supportive of me during this rough patch in my life. I also want to thank those who sent money for the GoFundMe! However, due to a few circumstances which will also be explained in the read more section, I will be refunding it all to those who donated.
TLDR version of my reason is that I was advise to do so for the eligibility medical/financial benefits I've been looking into. The refunds should be sent in about a week, so keep and eye out!
TW for Medical related subjects such as surgery.
For what was causing me pain in my stomach, or at least one of the reasons:
Turns out I had gallstones that somehow CT scans and ultrasounds didn't pick up last year, despite the pain and discomfort I was in from them. It got to the point where the pain was so unbearable, I was crying for about 2-3 hours before going to the ER. They found one stone had thicken walls through the ultrasounds and my gallbladder was infected from these stones.
Because of the findings, I underwent surgery to completely remove it during my stay in the hospital. I am now close to two weeks post-op and so far it has relieved most, if not all, of the constant pain I've been in my upper right. While I still have issues elsewhere in my body, it feels nice to have one issue solved. I just hope I don't need another trip to the ER anytime soon.
As for the detailed explanation for refunding the GoFundMe donations:
A few months back I after the go found me, I was accepted in a financial assistance program that made doctor's visits way cheaper. From close to hundreds of dollars to 3 dollars, that was way more an affordable price range for me. Despite that, i kept the donations on hold just in cause anything changed or something wasn't covered by the program until now.
Along with that, I've been applying for disability as I am considered disabled by my psychiatrist due to my mental health. After talking to a few folks who knew about the system, they mentioned that the money from the fundraiser could harm the process in gaining these benefits. Their recommended course of action was to refund the money as a precaution, so I'm following their advice. After the refunds have gone through, I will be closing the fundraiser.
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Again, I want to give a massive thank you everyone in general who have supported me through all this. Its been difficult, especially since I had to accommodate to the pain and changes in my body. There has been MANY ups and for sure downs, but I'm still holding on!
Thank you for reading on this update, and expect to see me slowly become active again on here! I'm still in my Zonai phase so expect more content revolving around that, along with possible Zora content. Original works not involving fandoms will also (hopefully) be posted too!
Im also thinking of opening commissions in the future! I'll need to ask about that first due to what I mentioned above, but as far as I'm aware, I should be okay to do so (but don't quote me on it). So keep an eye out!
#zoro rambles#health update#tw medical#gofundme update#lifes been freaking rough man#i still have these other issues giving me problems#but one thing at a time i guess#long post#feels weird thinking I don't have a gallbladder anymore though#I gotta be more cautious about my health now
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about waccha primagi.
it's ending.... (mega long who cares-type post)
once again, I've seen this coming for a while so I don't have a particularly big emotional reaction to it now. the anime not continuing immediately -> at all, the huge spotlight on idol land at the same time (and--bearing in mind that I don't know anything about anything--possible lack of people/time/money to support primagi as a result), the decrease in original coords and content in the game.... this alone was enough for me to start mourning primagi's loss way before it ended.
I haven't played for over a year, but I hope I can play again before it's over. I'd like to record a vid for each of the new songs I like at least... but I'm busy with yet another cross-country move to god knows where and possibly changing jobs so sadly this is very much on the back burner. maybe after work...? I'm so tired though (ｉ _ ｉ)
I've seen people wondering if the machine will be updated for the new series' game. but: recall that in the past, the new series was teased in pvs and stuff as the next step of pretty series, and that was it. yesterday's sort of stoic text discontinuation of service message is not a normal part of the change to a new series. and it's bad business practice to make us all depressed about the series ending without giving us something new to get excited about first. I think the cabinets will be removed from arcades eventually. I also think that will be the end of idol games in arcades period.
BUT--there is a new series coming. and I cannot imagine any possible reason for them to make an idol anime without an idol game for it to advertise. so that means... surely there must be a new game coming as well!! that leaves 3 possibilities as I see it:
1) actually the cabinet is just changing over normally and they're announcing it in the most disadvantageous way possible. why would they do this
2) another new cabinet?? what a waste of money that would be!! why not set it on fire instead??
3) a game on another platform?? likely smartphone, right? but then look what happened with idol land--how can they manage two apps at once? how can they expect anyone to trust them to do so?
I also would not trust them to do two separate idol apps at once without tanking both, but 3 is still my first choice here because it means people outside of japan can play too, and I don't have to dig out space for yet another card collection. but who knows what will happen. and we'll find out more about the new series soon enough--feb 2 is when the next Ciao with more info is out.
even though a new series is guaranteed, I still don't feel great about it. there's no guarantee yet that it will even be a full anime and not some piddly little webseries that's predestined for death. even if it is, there's still some stuff I feel primagi seriously whiffed on that could have helped its longevity, and some other circumstantial stuff that they had no control over, but which also hasn't been resolved. in the whiff category, the main thing I can recall atm is--why did they never make toys for this kids' anime? kids still want toys, right?? overall, the game felt a little less accessible for kids... or like they weren't pandered to enough? (not nearly to a degree as bad as Planet, though.) I mean, as with everything else I talk about ever, I don't know enough about the topic and am just saying things, but this always stuck out to me a bit. I remember commenting on it a couple times.
the circumstantial stuff is more significant, though. the big one is covid. of course Japan is business as usual by now, like everywhere else I know of, but I just have not seen as many people playing in arcades since 2020. that is especially true for aikatsu and pretty series. the other one: I wonder if idols in general are losing their appeal? I know of a few idol game apps that have ended in the past couple years, and then of course there's aikatsu... recently even Idolm@ster Cinderella Girls Starlight Stage, a game I have played religiously for years, has been making suspicious movements that have really put me on edge. is no one interested in idol series anymore? more broadly speaking, does it seem like there is less anime oriented at young girls overall today as compared to several years ago, or is it just me...?
with that as the backdrop in my mind, though, primagi ending feels more tragic. I may not be drowning in tears, but I am really, truly going to miss it. I honestly think that it had the best story of all of pretty series. I know Rainbow Live is everyone's fav--I like it too!--but it did have this soap opera level of drama that felt facetious and silly if you thought about it too hard. I think there is a certain type of person that will say "but that's why it was the best!! primagi would never!!", and don't get me wrong!! I just said I like it and I think it's fun too!! but I am not talking about opinion, or which was more tongue-in-cheek so-ridiculous-it's-good, which I think is another way to like something ironically. I am only interested in liking things genuinely (bc of the mental illness), and I think primagi was a more genuine example of storytelling with less drama for drama's sake. it also had interesting and unexpected and heart-warming character interaction in the same way RL did. it wasn't perfect, but it was very good. I wish it was longer.
and god, the game looks SO GOOD. I still can't believe how good it looks. I miss notes in the game all the time bc I'm too busy staring with heart eyes at how cute and cool and pretty my idols are in it. the music is SO GOOD, and I know that's very much a matter of opinion, but even by a vaguely more objective metric: I don't find myself thinking "discount kpop" like in Aikatsu Friends sometimes or feeling absolutely, totally unimpressed like in Planet always. the songs were unique for idol anime and kids' anime, and different from the popular stuff my students listen to as well. even if you didn't like the music, it was certainly interesting.
and the coords are AMAZING... they really took advantage of the game's graphics to do fun things with textures and shapes, and even the most fantastical outfits are designed realistically, by which I mean, I know exactly how I can recreate them irl to look exactly like they do in the anime AND ALSO look pretty... given access to enough money. (this was true for pripara as well. but it was something that bothered me a lot in prichan, bc there were a lot of coords that looked like bad papercraft or just plain bad, and would be impossible to recreate irl, and might look awful even if you could.) even though the game is ending and I have to save for the move, I want to buy up all of the cards for coords I like just to have them! and don't get me started on how cute the cards themselves are!!
...but primagi is still ending. I'll live. I don't expect much from the new series in terms of longevity or how much I like it, but I do still hope to be proved wrong.
and in the end, you know what? I never got a decent hairstyle for Biscuit. I'm stuck with the starter twintails to this day. they never released a DARKER SKIN COLOR. maybe primagi had to die all along.
#milk idol diary#praying so hard to be able to meet tapioka in whatever the next pretty series entry is. please please please
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His Heir pt. 32 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)
A/n I realized that most of the links on my master list were not working so I will be getting that fixed soon!!
Also please check out this post to see an update on what is going to be happening with my blog
Warnings: SMUT!!!!!!!!! mentions of negative body image
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“But would you like to be?”
His words echoed inside my head as I tried to decipher what he meant. Was he asking me to marry him? I didn’t want to jump to conclusions and get my hopes up. We still hadn’t actually defined what we were to one another. So, in my eyes, going from ‘no real label but basically in a relationship that no one actually knows the true nature of’ to engaged just didn’t seem possible. Right?
I convinced myself it was crazy for that to be what he really meant. I mean sure we were practically together but Maul had never explicitly said we were, so we weren’t. Right? That is how this is supposed to work.
I was working myself up. Maul’s voice is what finally snapped me out of my downward spiral.
“Yn, can you hear me? Are you alright?” He asked, hand resting on my shoulder as he hunched over slightly to look me in the eyes.
I stared at him blankly, trying to get my thoughts to quiet down.
“My love you are worrying me. Can you just nod so I know you’re hearing me?” He asked gently.
I nodded.
“Good. I was saying that I know it’s sudden. I know we haven't officially been in a public relationship, but there is something between us that’s clearly much more than close friends, having and raising a child together. I love you, Yn. I know I am not the best at expressing the way I feel at times, but I need you to know that there should never be a doubt that I love you because I do, I have and I always will. I want to make you mine. If you’ll let me…. I don't need an answer now. You can take some time to think it over.”
The last time he had said those two sentences to me was back when he first asked me to carry his heir for him. And just like when he said them then, I knew I didn’t need time to think anything over. I loved him.
I began to shake my head, tears welling up in my eyes.
“I don’t need to think anything over.” I stopped shaking my head and began nodding, “I love you too, Maul. Always have, always will.” I repeated his words, “Plus I think Yn Opress has a pretty nice ring to it, don’t you think?” I joked.
He nodded, “I think does, definitely more so than Kryze.” He said, making me smile.
A weight that I didn’t even know was sitting on my chest was lifted off of it. I was finally getting rid of the thing that tied me to them. I felt like I was finally freed from them.
Maul grabbed my hand and gave it a quick squeeze before bringing it up to his lips and pressing a kiss to my knuckles. Then he stood up.
“I’ll be right back, my love.” He said gently.
I watched as he walked into the bedroom as I leaned back into the couch, slouching a bit and letting my belly stick out more than it already does. I put my hands on the sides of it so I could feel him move as I spoke to him.
“Did you hear that, big guy? We’re getting married.” I said.
I felt him kick and smiled, “I know, it’s exciting, isn’t it?”
“Who are you talking to?” Maul’s voice made me jump, I hadn’t expected him to be that quick.
“I was talking to our son.” I said, pushing myself to sit back up.
“Well I would hate to interrupt but I have something for you.” He said with a smirk.
“We’ll talk later, ik'aad (baby).” I said.
I didn’t speak in Mando’s often, but lately, I have taken to the nickname for the baby. I pushed myself to sit up as Maul walked over. He had his hands collapsed behind his back clearly hiding whatever it was that he had for me.
“Close your eyes and hold out your hand.” He instructed.
I did as he asked and waited. He placed a small object in my hand. I could tell it was a piece of jewelry, the metal cool against my skin. I would have assumed it was a ring given the current circumstances, but it felt like there was a chain attached to it.
“Okay, open.”
I did and saw the most beautiful ring attached to a silver chain in the palm of my hand. Upon seeing the clear gem with the blank bands throughout it I had a hunch as to what it was. I was pretty sure it was Haxonzite, a crystal native to only the planet Dathomir.
“Maul… it’s stunning. The stone is, Haxonzite, correct?” I asked, admiring the ring.
“It is… and it’s not actually silver. It’s beskar. I wanted it to have a bit of both of our homeworlds in it.”
I felt the tears prick at my eyes, “It’s perfect. I love it so much.”
“I am glad you like it. I went ahead and put it on a chain so we could wait until after he is born to get it sized correctly. I remembered you saying some of your rings haven’t fit lately.”
He was right, I had some swelling in my hands recently, but when I brought up my concerns to the medic droid but was assured that it wasn’t anything to worry about but to keep an eye on it.
“Thank you. Will you help me put it on?” I said holding it back out for him to take.
“Of course.” He took it from me and unclasped it.
Then he carefully reached around me and then brought the chain up and around my neck before clasping it. It hung just above my beast, which meant I could wear it with most of my dresses and blouses to work and tuck it in so no one would see it.
I reached up and picked it up, tilting my head down to admire it one last time. It didn’t feel real. Truly, it was unimaginable to me that not only was I having a baby with the man I loved, but we were now engaged. I turned around to face him and immediately leaned over to kiss him. He immediately responded, kissing me back and bringing his hand up to cup my cheek. I shuffled a bit in my seat trying to turn to face him better. The task was easier said than done, I managed though all without breaking the kiss. Once I was facing him more, I brought my hands up to grab the hems of his open tunic and pulled him closer.
I could tell he got the hint that this wasn’t a single kiss to say “thank you, I love you” it was more of a segway into a whole experience that says “thank you, I love you, let me show you.’ His tongue grazed my bottom lip and before it even reached halfway across it, I was already parting my lips to let him in.
It’s like he was surrounding me in every way possible. I could taste him as his tongue explored my mouth like he hasn’t done so a hundred times before. I could smell the cologne he put on this morning. That mixing with the subtle, burnt, and smokey smell that always seemed to linger on him was absolutely intoxicating. The sound of his small grunts and groans were spurring me on, knowing that if this went further I would get the chance to hear even more from him. By now, My hands let go of the edges of his tunic in favor of pressing my hands against his broad, tattooed chest. I swear he had to of been sculpted by the Maker himself, he was so perfect. Although my eyes were closed, I could see him in all his perfection as well. But I wasn’t seeing him in this moment, kissing me. I saw him in the future, doing all things I wished we were already doing now. My brain felt fuzzy.
Maul pulling away is what ultimately made my eyes open. I was met with the sight of him smirking at me. I knew what that smirk meant and it was exciting.
“So that’s what you want me to do to you, hm?” He asked his voice low.
“Fuck me.”
“You’re getting straight to the point aren’t you, darling?” He teased.
“What can I say? I know what I want.”
He huffed, amused at my statement before bringing one hand to cup my cheek and the other to rest on my side, “How are your hips feeling today? They hurt at all?”
I was slightly confused but nonetheless, I answered his question, “No, they’ve actually felt fine.”
He nodded, clearly pleased by my answer, “Good, because I want to see you…” he paused as his hands moved from my face and side to my bump, “all of you.”
I gave him a look that read, “Seriously?”
“Don’t worry, dear, I’ll help you.” He said, dropping his hands and clasping them behind his back before he turned around and began to walk off to the bedroom.
I watched him walk away and just as he was crossing the threshold to the room, he paused. “My love, I cannot fuck you if you’re all the way over there.”
That got my feet moving. I walked into the room and glanced around to find him over by the refresher door, by the large mirror, already removing his tunic.
I leaned on the frame of the doorway and watched as he undressed. The way the muscles in his back flecked under black ink that adorned his skin had me subconsciously biting my lip as I stared.
“And you said I was straight to the point.” I teased, before pushing off the doorframe and walking over.
“Always with the attitude.” He teased me right back as he turned around and stepped forward to meet me. He leaned down to bring his lips to mine and gave me a long, slow kiss.
Quickly, our clothes were removed, and all the while kisses were being shared. Once we were both completely nude, Maul stopped and stepped behind me, giving me an unobstructed view of myself, wearing nothing but the thin chain holding the ring around my neck, in the mirror. His body was pressed right up against mine and I could feel his hard cock pressing against me.
“You feel that?” He pressed his hips forward slightly to ensure I knew exactly what he was talking about even though I didn’t need any clarification on it.
“You do this to me, darling. Every time I see you like this, it’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. You carry my son so well. Truly stunning.” He said between kissing my neck as his hands came around to rest on my bump.
I blushed at his words. It has been hard at times to look at myself and still feel beautiful with the changes that my body was going through, but Maul was there to constantly remind me how beautiful I was as I grew and carried our son. I turned around in his hold and kissed him. He gently pulled me a little closer, mindful not to squish the bump. Just like before he quickly took control of the kiss before he began to slowly walk backward, using his hands on my lower back to guide me along with him.
Once we got to the bed he broke the kiss to sit down a position himself on the bed. Once he was good, he reached out his hand to me.
“Come here, my love.”
I took it and allowed him to help me climb over him so my knees rested on either side of his thighs.
“Does that feel okay?” He asked, leaning forward to give me a quick kiss.
I nodded, “Yeah. I’m okay.”
“You tell me if anything begins to feel uncomfortable or if your hips or thighs begin to hurt. Okay?”
“I will.” I promised, punctuating it with a kiss.
“Good girl.” He mumbled against my lips as he pulled away just enough to mutter the words before he was kissing me again.
I felt something beginning to just barely trace light circles over my clit. It caused me to jump slightly as I wasn’t expecting it seeing as my hands were still on Maul’s shoulders and his were on my lower back. I knew he was using the force to do it. He laughed lightly against my lips at my reaction.
“Not fair.” I muttered back.
“I could stop.” he said, pulling away from my lips to move on to making a mark on my neck.
The sensation was gone and it almost had me whining from the loss of contact. “Don’t stop, please. Do it again. More please.” I begged.
The feeling returned this time with more pressure than before. I began to grind down slightly on his thighs. I desperately wanted his cock inside of me.
“So impatient.” Maul teased, pulling away entirely. “But, your wish is my command, though.” He gave me one last quick kiss before he laid back flat against the mattress.
I leaned forward slightly and put my hands on his chest to help lift myself up. Once he was lined up, I slowly began to ease myself down. I had to take it slow. The stretch felt different than when I’ve been laying down when we have sex. Now, I was working with gravity. It was trying to pull me down which made the stretch feel much bigger than it did before, not that I was complaining. I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath, it always took me a minute or two to take him on the first try.
“Fuck.” I sighed sinking lower.
“You’re doing so good, love.” Maul praised me, causing my walls to clench slightly, earning a small groan from him.
Once I had sunk all the way down, taking him completely I stayed there for a moment.
“Are you okay?” Maul asked gently.
I nodded, “Huge.” I sighed, already high off of the feeling, brain foggy.
“But you take me so well.” He said, running his hands up and down my thighs.
The praise is what spurred me to start moving. I lifted myself up and then sunk back down, Maul met me on the way back down, thrusting his hips ups, pulling a moan of his name from my lips. I felt the pressure on clit return which sent my mind into complete overdrive. I was in absolute heaven. It felt amazing. I then realized, my legs weren’t getting even the slightest bit sore, it hit me, Maul wasn’t just using the force on my clit he was also using it to help ease the strain on my quads.
I sped up my pace and was reduced to an absolute mess of moans. Maul’s name left my lips in a repeated chant.
Maul’s PoV
The sight before me was on I wanted to commit to memory. Yn, my fiance, bouncing up and down on my cock, looking stunning. She was absolutely perfect in every way. Seeing her belly grow, knowing it was our son she was carrying, that it was I who had put that baby there struck a nerve deep within me. It ignited the primal, breeding nature inside of me.
Seeing her like this, knowing she was mine with that ring bouncing up and down on the chain in time with her riding my cock, was a sight I would never tire of. My hands gripped her thighs, surly the force of my fingertips would leave a few marks. Hearing her moan my name was about to send me over the edge. I felt her squeeze my cock and that was what did me in.
Reader’s PoV
Maul grabbed my hips and pulled me down hard onto him as he came deep inside me. The feeling of his warm cum painting my walls sent me into my own climax. I hunched over slightly as my walls clamped down on him and I came hard. Maul’s hand moved from my hips to my shoulders to help support me as my body went numb in ecstasy. My hands were gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his back.
Once we had both recovered enough, he carefully was helping off of him. I laid down beside him, on my side facing him. He turned to look at me and smiled.
“What?” I asked quietly. A hush had fallen over the room. It was a stark contrast to the sound of our moans and skin against skin that had filled the room and echoed off the walls just minutes ago. I didn’t want to disturb the quiet.
“You’re just so perfect, Yn. I can scarcely remember my life before you. I think my mind has forced out all that it could after you came along. You’ve always been nothing shy of perfect to me. I am overwhelmed at the idea that I will soon beagle to call you my wife, my queen.”
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Welcome to my hell (I made for myself) (AU MASTER POST)
Welcome to my shitshow. This entire thing originated from a dream. Had a vision in the gacha artstyle about 6 people from different universes being stuck in jail and here we are.
The AU focuses on 5 characters
Cody: My guy. I love torturing him more then i should.
Marshall Commander of the GAR and the responsible adult. If you ignore him kicking droids..
Katara: Too young, you never realize a character is young until you put her in a room with slightly older people.
A proficient water bender with a track record of fighting and ending a war in like 5 months with a bald child, her brother, The greatest earth bender of all time™ and an angsty teenager.
Kanade Yoisaki: My friend has been making fun of me for that one LMAO
A musical composer in the group 25-ji, Nightcord de. who she is a lader off, her skills include somehow surviving off of nothing except ramen noodles, somehow having enough money to not go into an orphanage and just in general rolling all 1's and still surviving
Tommyinnit: YOU DIDN'T EXPECT THAT ONE DID YA????? (unless if you looked at the tags.)
Your average traumatized teenager who went trough hell and back AND death and back. He has seen it all. Also chaotic little bastard that will see you in the vents.
Technoblade: I love him <3 (ignore the dead people)
A man known throughout the lands he has stepped on ,leaving a bloody trail behind him. Every ruler who wants him dead either isn't here or is too scared to voice it. Also he is socially awkward 6'5ft man who says "You too" to a waiter
There will be a one shot fic soon , when ill post it ill update it so its on the top. But right now its not so eh
Because I had a lot of stress for the past month my brain pulled itself to this au like a magnet (And another one i may post about on a later date)
So enjoy now what I have gathered aka my collection of shitposts, images and charts.
THE CHARACTER RELATIONSHIPS (this may change, as i made it first)
Made by me
Tommy artist: IDK (please tell me)
Technoblade artist: I also don't knwo (im bad at tracking it)
The gang! (Aka me looking trough the "Draw your gang" tag.)
Full post here:
Chart! Can't get enough of them!
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Incorrect quotes , MY FAVORITE! (kill me.)
Post:
MISCELLANEOUS (i had to google how to spell that one-)
art+ dagger.
...well-
thats basically how i describe this post-
you don't realize how far you brainrotted until you have 11 pages of wip that you basically haven't started, a massive file and countless messages to my victim (Ash I am so so sorry.)
..uh enjoy?
#masterpost#commander cody#katara#technoblade#tommyinnit#kanade yoisak#avatar the last airbender#sw tcw#project sekai#dream smp#au in progress#crossover#just a giant brainrot for all you to enjoy... I may update this if i like#get more shit#eh
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The Witches and Wizards Job 1-2
More writing! More fanfiction! This one combines two of my loves, the Leverage TV series and The Dresden Files books. It is, as usual for my fanfiction, written at speed, spell-checked only casually. However, this time continuity is a Very Important Thing, so I'm crossing my fingers. Also, since the Dresden writing style is so different from my own, I had someone speed-beta that section solely to check that the 'voice' was right.
The events here take place during Leverage's Season 4, a little after the Hot Potato Job. And at some point before Book 10 of The Dresden Files, but definitely after Book 5. Other than that the timeline's kind of scrungly.
In any case, it's no yet finished, so I don't know how long it's gonna go. It will update once a week here, but it's also up on AO3, where it will update much faster, if you don't wanna wait. Commentary is always appreciated, as would be a cuppa tea.
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ONE
Nate was fighting a one-man battle that he was very much afraid he was losing.
Boston and its surroundings spoke so very loudly of his childhood and younger years. Of times and memories he wanted very hard to forget. He would have pretended they didn't exist if he'd not been in the habit of being punctiliously honest with himself; he'd spend enough years letting a bottle lie to him.
But the truth was, he'd never hated Boston. It was home. The Common greeted him with familiar sights no matter what the season. He could go anywhere, look up, and know where he was by the sight of a familiar landmark, either the good ol' Pru, the timeless Triangle or the brand new Zakim bridge. He had fond, if mosquito-laden, memories of summers spent listening to either Shakespeare in the Park or sneaking into games at Fenway.
That love was coming back to him, no matter how he fought. He'd have to move soon or he might not be able to move at all, not without bleeding once again.
And yet, on that late summer afternoon, with a chilly sea breeze blowing in from Revere to warn the city that autumn was on its way, he lingered before the Eliot Hotel, and felt comfortable in the sights and sounds of a modern metropolis both like and unlike that of his childhood. He even fancied feeling the thrum of the Green Line trains just under his feet, even though he knew that was unlikely in the extreme. Traffic on Newbury blew past him, at its lowest ebb at the moment.
Nate had a meeting. He didn't like the meeting, he didn't like that he'd been asked to come like an errand boy to someone else's beck and call. At the pub he knew every nook, every cranny, every escape route, every weapon. Here, he knew he was at a disadvantage; worse, he couldn't tell how much of one.
But the name on the invitation had trumped all of that.
He trotted up the steps to the gracious hotel and offered the doorman the invitation. The man in his dapper uniform took it and smiled. "Ah, mister Ford." He opened the door for Nate. "You are expected."
"I'm sure I am," Nate muttered, but he still managed to offer a polite thank you. He was himself, as he always was, curling hair slightly rumpled, suit a little too loose here and there where it could have been better tucked in. He looked like a petty businessman who thought too much of himself and wouldn't see a con until it bit him in the arse.
It was a very good facade, and he only surrendered it for meeting clients.
A pert young lady in the hotel's uniform led him to the door attaching the nearby restaurant to the hotel. She held the door open for him with a bright smile.
And she closed and locked it between them.
The place was dark, the chairs up, shades lowered over the windows. The hours on the door proclaimed that it wouldn't be open for another hour, at least. Nate pursed his lips minutely.
"Hello?" he called out into the gloom.
"Mister Ford," a heavily accented voice replied. "Please excuse me, I am… surprised that you came."
"Well, you've got me curious if nothing else, mister Fedorov," Nate explained mildly, advancing in the dark. At the bar he met a man, a little taller than him, dressed in an custom-tailored three-piece charcoal suit with a very plain gold silk tie. The clothes did an exceptional job of hiding the heavy muscle across the man's shoulders, over his chest and along his arms, as well as the bulge of a gun in an underarm holster. Nate wouldn't have known either was there if he'd not expected they would be.
He had blue eyes and dark, curly hair cut and tousled artfully, and he smelled faintly of a very expensive aftershave only to be purchased in Vladivostok. Freshly shaven, his face was full of sharp, predatory angles. He didn't offer his hand, as if he knew Nate wouldn't take it. Instead he poured two cups from a nearby teapot, and the scent of the tea, heady and strong, filled the space between them. There was a laptop and a slim pile of folders behind the teapot.
Nate had run an extensive background on the man and turned up nothing he didn't already know. Vanya Fedorov was the Chief Financial Officer of a small but profitable cybersecurity start-up with offices in Cambridge, US and Cambridge, UK. He was halfway through his third decade of life, a Vladivostok native, he spoke seven languages fluently, and was a geology hobbyist. He was also third-in-line for the command chain of the Eastern Seaboard Russian mafia, after a meteoric rise to power that had him at loggerheads with his own father, the actual man in charge. He was being watched very closely by the real powers back in the Motherland because his uncle, the second-in-command, had all but tapped him already as the heir of preference. He was ruthless, intelligent, driven, ambitious, and his code of morals, if he actually had any, was known only to him. He was, to sum it up, the sort of man Leverage Inc. took down, not the sort they took on as a client.
And yet, here Nate was, having been summoned by a plea for help from, if not the last man on his list, someone pretty damn close to the bottom. He took the cup with a murmured thanks. "So, why am I here, mister Fedorov?" Before the man could speak, Nate lifted a hand. "Literally. Why."
"Vanya, please, mister Ford." When Nate's brows went up at the offered familiarity, the Russian sighed minutely. "A valid question. Believe me. It hurts that I have to come to an Irishman for help, particularly in this city. Particularly in this matter. But in truth, I am… out of my depth. We," he corrected pointedly, "are out of our depth." And with you and your people's reputation, I can only hope you won't be."
Nate sipped at the tea. "You've got my curiosity, and now you've got my attention. Still don't have my services, though."
Vanya snorted humorlessly, and dragged the laptop over. "Did you hear about the fire in Somerville? That fancy restaurant?"
"I don't think it wise for you to confess to any crimes to me, mister Fedorov," Nate pointed out mildly.
At that the Russian did seem amused, however briefly. "We did not do it, mister Ford. It was done to us." He opened the laptop and tapped a few commands before turning it over so Nate could see the screen, split into four separate camera feeds. Two belonged to the restaurant; the others were outside angles, likely from nearby businesses. "A very important member of the organization, a man in good standing, was throwing a private party, an anniversary celebration for his parents. A small thing, just family and friends."
"His friends, or the family's?"
"It was not business," Vanya persisted.
On the screen, Nate watched as one of the restaurant's cameras, aimed at the delivery area and partially covering the kitchen, was thrown into actinic brightness by a massive fireball. Plumes of black smoke quickly overtook the view of the other camera, at the front of the restaurant.
"You were, I am told, in the insurance business," the Russian said mildly. "You know what you are looking at."
"A firebomb." Nate was working hard at keeping a grimace off his face. No one needed a return to the bad old days where the crime syndicates of Boston fought more or less openly on the streets, not giving a damn who got caught in the crossfire.
Vanya's grin was sharp and thin. "I can smell your worry. Let me assure you, Ford. When I say this was not business, I mean it."
Nate couldn't hide his surprise at that. "It was not the Family?"
"It was none of the players," Vanya expanded, further catching him off-guard. "I have looked at them all. I suspected as much, but I had to do my job."
"You suspected. Why?"
"Because this is the latest in a string of attacks." Vanya slid the folders over to him, all but one. "They are not directed at our business. They are not even directed at one family within the business. But they are targeting us, all the same. Innocents are dying and we, I, cannot stop it happening. I am hoping you can."
Nate sucked in a deep breath as he flicked through the folders. A bridge collapse. An accidental lockdown and halon release in an art gallery. A train crash. The attacks, if that's truly what they were, were all over the place; it would be nearly impossible to find a signature, or any sort of commonality. Like the firebomb, they all looked like accidents.
Nate eyed the folder he hadn't been offered. "You have a suspect."
For the first time in their meeting Fedorov looked uncertain. "I have… something. In truth, I don't know what. Understand this, mister Ford. I like my other job. It is not just a thing on paper for me. I like security. I like technology. That job is the only reason I have found this one common thread binding all the incidents." He opened the last folder for Nate.
A dozen or so blurry pictures stared up at the mastermind. They were all of a woman, older, but that was all he could tell. Not one of the shots managed to catch her in more than broad strokes, as if the camera simply refused to focus. It was her, specifically - everyone else around her was perfectly clear, from the man helping her out of the train's wreckage to the two young teenagers escorting her away from some sort of flash flood.
"Who is she?" When Vanya didn't answer, Nate looked up to find the most profoundly uncomfortable look on the Russian's face. "Fedorov, who is she?"
Vanya shifted minutely. It might as well have been a shriek of alarm from a man in his position. Nate blinked. Waited.
"Baba Yaga."
"Excuse me?"
"I know what it sounds like."
"Really? Because it sounds like you're telling me a fairy did this."
"She's not a fairy. Grandmother is much more than that." Anger sharpened Vanya's accent. "She is a power, a dream, a nightmare. Something older than time." He blew out a sharp breath. "I am a rational man, mister Ford. I understand abstraction, I work in cybersecurity, after all. I do not know what to believe, but I must believe something, and I have nothing else." He stared at the pictures. "Unless you and your people find something else."
"We're not monster hunters, Fedorov."
"Then do not hunt a monster. Hunt me an explanation. Hunt me something that makes sense." The Russian tightened one hand into a fist. "Hunt me something I can stop, so innocents stop dying."
"An odd request from a Russian mob enforcer."
Vanya shrugged mildly. "I am a traditional man, mister Ford. I want a return to the old ways, when we offered real protection, not a pretense of it to extort money. When a man's word was worth something more than the bullets he carries or the pain his hands can inflict."
Nate stared at the pictures, at the videos. On the laptop's screen the first responders had finally arrived.
"What if it is Baba Yaga?" he asked, if only because Vanya had offered it as an option, forcing Nate to add it to the list of possibilities and to know what sort of contingencies Fedorov expected from him.
The Russian visibly paled but rallied swiftly, a half-smile curling up his mouth. "Then I guess we will do all we can to find out why she is angry at us, so we can correct the issue and beg her apologies." He let Nate mull on that. "Have I got your services, mister Ford?"
Nate played restlessly with a breath held in his mouth. There had to be a logical explanation, of course. Just because Fedorov hadn't found it didn't mean it wasn't there. But he couldn't readily see one.
What he did see was a man in a tremendously powerful position within the Boston underworld, interested in maintaining the fragile peace between the syndicates and willing to be in Nate's debt to achieve his goals. The latter alone was worth a lot.
He scooped up the folders. "I'll let you know," he said curtly, heading for the restaurant's front door. He paused with his hand on the knob. "Uh, this is a sushi bar, isn't it?"
"A Japanese restaurant, but they do serve excellent sushi."
"Why here? Why not one of your places?"
Vanya smiled wryly. "Because I no longer dare guarantee their safety, but I have yet to find someone willing to fuck with the Japanese."
TWO
"We're not monster hunters, Nate," Eliot said mildly as he nursed a beer and stared at the array of screens before him.
"I know, but -" Nate flapped his hand distractedly. "Just ignore the, ignore the monster angle, alright? We have someone, or a bunch of someones, who are responsible for fourteen so-called accidents. Someone who's doing such a flawless job that no one's caught up onto the fact that they aren't accidents."
"Flawless is right," Hardison pointed out, pulling up on one of the screens blueprints and reports. "Arson investigation, insurance investigations, police, Interpol, private security firms, they all ruled them accidents. But you put all their reports, all their data together, and some really nasty stuff starts taking shape."
"Ugh." Sophie groaned around her coffee cup. "So clever and instead of going after the actual bad guys they go after their wives, their kids, their parents. I thought that just wasn't done."
"It isn't," Eliot confirmed. "Few universal rules in organized crime, but that one's the second biggest: don't target innocents."
"What's the first?" Parker asked.
"Don't talk to the cops," Eliot, Sophie and Nate all replied at the same time.
The team crossed a look, equal parts surprise and amusement.
"I'm not even in organized crime and I know that one," Parker admitted.
"The point," Nate fought to herd the cats back together, "is that this is happening, it's affecting innocents, and it needs to stop. This isn't like one of our usual jobs, obviously, so I do have to ask: are we taking it?"
There was silence.
"I don't know, Nate, I don't like it," Eliot said at last. "Yeah, there were bystanders in at least half those places. There's no way there weren't a few innocent people on that train, or the nitrogen spill in Kuala Lumpur. But if the frigging Russian mob can't pin it down, someone else needs to step up and do the job, yes - I just can't see what the job actually is."
"There's nothing to steal," Parker protested.
"Nothing to hack," Hardison added. "All of these 'accidents' were mechanical in nature. Analog. Even the halon release was a faulty piece of equipment, not software failure. That alone is hinky as hell, halon tech isn't new but it's not old, either, but…" He threw his hands up helplessly.
"Nothing to con." Sophie shrugged gracefully. "Even this woman Fedorov thinks is Baba Yaga, who is she? A victim, the criminal, a bystander, the target?"
"I'd be happy with just being able to see her face," Nate muttered, staring at the collection of blurry pictures on one of the screens.
"I can do that much," Hardison perked up. When everyone's attention came to rest on him, he beamed at them. "Fourteen pictures, that's more than enough to create a composite." His hands flew over the keyboard, and on the screen the fourteen pictures began to spin sedately in orbit around a blank canvas that began to fill up with gradients of gray almost immediately. "She's probably using jamming tech."
"To look… to look blurry?" Eliot blinked at him. "That's only for the movies, isn't it?"
Hardison gave him such a look before returning his attention to the screen. "You know that quote from Clarke, 'Any sufficiently advanced technology is -'"
"'-indistinguishable from magic." Both Eliot and Hardison finished the quote together; Sophie, unseen to anyone but Nate, mouthed the words soundlessly and threw him a chipper little smile. "Yeah, but Hardison -"
"If you've got a smartphone you're carrying enough computing power in your pocket to out-compute anything that's twenty years old. For the record, that includes the first Playstation console and the second."
Eliot frowned, a hand automatically going to his pocket. "I thought you'd just souped up our phones."
"Well, I did that, too," Hardison admitted, typing more commands into his keyboard and staring at the increasingly refined composite on the screen. "Just didn't have to, in the case of some people." He looked meaningfully at Nate, who felt once again as if he had to defend himself from a crime he hadn't committed, or might not even be a crime altogether. "Do something with your phone, man."
"I make calls. I take pictures!" Nate protested.
Hardison rolled his eyes.
"It can play music," Sophie suggested mildly.
"So can the radio in my car," Nate grumbled.
"Nate, I am begging you. Hack something," Hardison pleaded. "Live a little." Before Nate could answer, the hacker stood up and straightened up. "Almost done -"
They all turned to look at the screen, so they were all facing it when it cracked from top to bottom with a sound like a grenade going off, showers of sparks flying in every direction. A massive puff of smoke belched out, and delicate circuitry began to drip out of the blackened guts of the screen, hissing as it struck the floor.
Cautiously, heads peeked up from behind wherever they'd ducked. A fire alarm was screeching shrilly. The loft reeked of molten electronic components. The screen had gone black. A piece of tempered glass fell off and shattered on the floor, making them all jump.
"Um," Hardison said in the silence.
"Hardison!"
"I didn't do anything!"
"It's your equipment!"
"And my equipment doesn't just blow up for no good reason!"
Eliot had no counter for that because he knew, they all knew, that it was true.
"She really is Baba Yaga," Parker breathed.
"Parker, no, just -" Nate pinched the bridge of his nose. "She's not real, alright? Baba Yaga's not real."
"Well, how do you know?" she challenged.
"Yeah, Nate, how do you know?" Sophie, ever willing to be the devil's advocate, echoed.
"I -!" He sighed in exasperation. "She's just not, alright? Can we please move on? Hardison, did you get the finished composite?"
"She's an evil Tooth Fairy, Parker," Eliot whispered to the thief.
"Not the finished one, but a few stages shy of it." Hardison printed out a single sheet of paper and began typing all over again. Somewhere in the guts of the building, heavy fans began to work. The fire alarm fell mercifully silent.
"The Tooth Fairy's not real, Eliot," Parker told him with great kindness, startling the hell out of the hitter.
Eliot sputtered for a moment. "How would you - you don't - how d'you know that?"
Parker had very vivid memories of being told to put her first tooth under her pillow, to have it exchanged for cold hard cash. She had equally vivid memories of feeling a hand sneaking up under her pillow and reacting to defend her property by snatching for a wrist, grabbing for a thumb, and twisting. Hard. "She's just not. It's just your parents." She charged over to where Nate was examining the printout. "I wanna see what Baba Yaga looks like."
"Parker, she's not -" Nate found the printout snatched out of his hands.
"Well, now we have to take the job," Sophie told him quietly. "Or she really will believe Baba Yaga's r-"
"Wait, this isn't Baba Yaga!" Parker protested, her tone betrayed. "This is just the old lady in the museum."
"The what?" Sophie asked blankly.
"In the where?" Nate added.
Hardison got a fire extinguisher.
"The old lady in the painting at the Isabella Gardner Museum," Parker explained.
"There's a painting of this woman at the Gardner Museum?" Nate demanded.
"Mm-hm."
"You went to a museum?" Sophie was stunned. "To actually look at the paintings, not to steal them?"
Parker nodded and beamed. "I have a lifetime membership."
"A… lifetime memb- how?"
"You know when someone stole all those paintings from them way back and they couldn't figure out who and they never recovered them?"
"That was you?"
"No, that was Astrid Somerset and her boyfriend -"
"Somerset, of the Arlington Somersets?" Nate asked, a little taken aback.
Unsurprisingly, he got a shrug and a vague noise in response; Parker didn't care about the woman's pedigree, only her technique. "Lousy thief. Horrible little snob," she growled, then beamed again. "So I stole back the one she hadn't sold yet and gave it back to the museum. And I've been working with them to improve security." Her smile turned mischievous. "You want me to get you in?"
Nate opened his mouth, thought better of it. "Hardison, you've got things here?"
Hardison and Eliot were taking down the neatly parted halves of the screen. The hitter looked nothing if not horrified when he pulled the heavy bit of tech away from the wall and overheated cables stretched gooeily after it like taffy.
"Yeah, we got this, man." Belatedly, as the other three walked away, Hardison called after them. "Nate, take pictures!"
#leverage#nate ford#sophie devereaux#eliot spencer#alec hardison#parker#the dresden files#harry dresden#urban fantasy#violence#language
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Top Reads of September/October and TBR
Hey Guys! Happy one early day Halloween!! I've read a few pretty awesome books in these past two months and I wanted to share them!
Immortal Longings by Chloe Gong: This whole book was a *chef's kiss* I was waiting for this book for so long to come out, and I finally got the chance to read it mid-September! This whole book was such a beautiful but anticipating journey and I loved every second of it! The trope was so awesome, I love good enemies to lovers, but this was even better- it was enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers, and so on!!! The detail put into this book was phenomenal and the characters were written so well 😭😭 This book was one of my favorites that I have read from Chloe Gong and I highly recommend it.
A Crown of Ivy and Glass by Claire Legrand: I loved this book a lot too, I previously read maybe a year or two ago the Empirium Trilogy by the same author and it was a captivating but really awesome series and I also totally recommend! Anyways, back to this book, I am a sucker for a well-written fantasy book. This book was everything and more and I really just loved reading it every second. Except maybe..the beginning, tbh it was a little slow at the start and in some parts of the book but the other parts in the book made up for it so it was fine. Overall just a great fantasy read, but it is quite long but don't give up cuz it really is worth it!
The Way I Used to Be by Amber Smith: **TW: IT HAS SA AND RAPE IN IT**** I will admit that this was a reread, oops, but it really was worth mentioning. This book is an emotional wreck at times and just throw the book at the wall at times. There are so many emotions and feelings and just everything happening at once in this book. I really love this book and how it captures the life of someone who has gone through being sexually assaulted and the emotional, mental, and physical baggage that comes with it. Edy is such a well-written character and you can see how detached she becomes slowly through the years but some events just really drag her back into reality, and I also love some of the friendships she shares with other characters in this book. Overall, just a great fantastic book, but prepare to have tissues, you may need it....
TBR:
The Hurricane Wars by Thea Gaunzon: UGHHHH I'M SO EXXITED TO FINALLY GET MY HANDS ON THIS BOOK!!! As soon as I read the summary on Google Books, I literally fell in love.. Its literally the best everything all in one: Powers (YAY), Royalty, Possibly Enemies to Lovers, and just so much more. And then I read the preview yesterday and I am just so in love and so impatient. I have been slacking on reading lately so hopefully this is a great picker-upper for me, I'm betting it will though 🤞
Foul Heart Hunstman by Chloe Gong: OOOH I AM SO EXITED!!! I loved the first book of this series and just *jaw drop* at the whole book. But its Chloe Gong, so what else could we expect. Literally in love with these characters and I just can't wait to see how this plot continues and the characters develop. Also hoping this book will get me out of my reading slump :)))
The Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros: I want to read this book but I am quite skeptical of it ngl. I've read some interesting reviews...but also some mixed ones, and some mentioning that it seems a little similar to another series... I did read the preview and it seemed fairly interesting so I'll give it a try, hopefully its good, fingers crossed though.
I'll probably also reread some books throughout the month but I'll update you guys on my reading, and I also wanna try posting more consistently, also lemme know any things you guys want me to write about :)))
~Shriya 💗
#tbr pile#book reccs#top reads of the month#a crown of ivy and glass#immortal longings#claire legrand#chloe gong#amber smith#the way i used to be#the hurricane wars#thea guanzon#rebecca yarros#the fourth wing
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Back in the US for the first time in five years
(Wowww apparently posting on tumblr got waaaayy stupider during the time I was offline bahahahaha. took forever just to put in a cut and start a new line!)
Left home at 2:30 on Friday Japan time, got to my mom's new place around 9 pm New York time. About 22 hrs traveling in total. Not the longest and I didn't have to stop in like O'hare or any place I hate. Lots of usual flight nonsense occurred on the way, but it was overall smooth. The worst was when I got to New York and it took 30 min to get my bag because it was the very last one to be unloaded -.-; Then I was supposed to meet a driver to take me to my mom's place, but that driver got held up and sent someone else, who changed the plan, but I didn't know till I got out of baggage claim. And the driver couldn't get inside because it was so busy, so I had to just wait outside looking for his license plate amid all the many, many cars in the night. He did find me and then lectured me because I didn't have a good method of communication. I was going to rely on wifi because I couldn't find a US sim card for my old phone, a plan which would have been fine had the driver come into the airport like was the original plan. Because he was outside I couldn't access wifi. So. Anyway I tipped him with an apology... I do know better ways to have a phone when you travel internationally, but the problem is my current phone is just too old. It works just fine in Japan but can't do apps and no one makes anything for it. So I need a new one, but I just didn't want to pay through the nose for it so I didn't rush it...
Whatever. I got to the house in the end.
My mom's condo with her partner is small but really nice. It's weird being somewhere totally new, but much less weird than I expected because they made it so comfortable.
My mom's partner is really chill and doesn't have issues talking about my dad
The town they're living in is like Star's Hollow minus all the TV show over-decorating. It's really nice. Everyone is old though x'D I've seen like two youngish people outside of store employees. I'm no great conversationalist to begin with, and talking to people 30-40 years older than me is even harder. All I can say is "I like your scarf." In a conversation about raffles that falsely claim to be associated with charities, I made what I thought was a reasonable comment comparing that with psychics who promise people they're in touch with their loved one and take their money. Of course, one lady nearby totally believes psychics are real and "has done years of research on it." I'm like ok I'm not saying psychic powers can't exist, I'm saying taking people's money while lying to them is bad... and then uhhh just moved on to complimenting her scarf.
They're nice people but it is funny, watching a large crowd of people have conversations over each other, no one really interested in what each other is saying but just happy to be talking while another person is near and talking too...? My mom wants to talk about a movie she watched, so she's talking about that, at the same time her partner is talking about the food, their friend can't hear either of them because it's so loud so she's talking about the drinks at the bar. There was really no coherence! But everyone is happy and having fun. I don't get it but I guess that's why I suck at small talk.
Also talked to my dad. He said hello and then shared all his medical updates, which apparently includes he's got some very slow-acting form of leukemia! Sooo that was a fun surprise! I got to cry on my first day back!
I am also sick. Started with a sore throat literally the day before I was supposed to leave and bit by bit got other symptoms. Fortunately it didn't fuck me up too much on the plane. Probably just a cold. Keep crossing my fingers I'll be over it soon.
but I'm overall happy. I will feel better when I'm no longer sick and jetlagged, but it's nice to see my mom. I don't like all these crowds, but I like the area and I think during the week I won't be getting shuffled all over the place so much. it's gonna go by fast so I gotta appreciate
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What should I write next? UPDATE (Now also a Masterlist)
To the folks out there following my Bad Things Happen Bingo, I have once again a question for you.
I'm stuck writing and thought maybe I could write something for another prompt, so I pondered a bit more about those.
Result: I now have an idea for each prompt and am even more confused than before…
I'm really close to rolling a dice to decide what to write. So if you have a specific request, out with it!
Here are all my ideas that are floating around in my head (in brackets is how many words I have already written for the prompt.):
Drowning: Elenya just wanted to fix the railing of the platform of the hot air baloon ride so that no one could fall into the freezing water. Arlo, who was waiting for her a little further away, had warned her to be careful because it could be slippery. She should have better listened to him.
Asthma Attack: Elenya’s lungs haven’t betrayed her this badly in a long time, so why did it have to happen now in front of her crush, the Civil Corps captain, of all people?
Stumbling and Staggering: Elenya had a really bad week. She was completely exhausted and she just wanted a hug from her favourite person, even if she had to stumble up the hill to the Civil Corps Headquarters to get it.
Bloody Nose: Elenya never thought getting her nose broken by a door was the way to get a boyfriend.
Worked Themselves to Exhaustion: Elenya was tired. No, scratch that. Elenya was exhausted. She didn't think she'd ever been as exhausted as she was at that moment.
Bedside Vigil: Elenya knew dating the Civil Corps Captain meant he might not always come back to her in one piece, but that it would happen 5 days before her wedding was not something she had anticipated.
Passing out from Pain: Elenya never thought she would see a Rogue Knight, let alone fight him. However, she would have gladly done without the resulting compound fracture.
Bruises: Participating in the martial arts tournament while already covered in bruises was not Elenya's best idea. Especially not when she had to compete against Arlo.
Forgetting to Eat: Elenya knew the perfect birthday gift for Arlo. All she had to do was dig it up in the abandoned ruins. That shouldn't take too long, right?
Sunburn: Elenya should have listened to Arlo. He had reminded her to reapply the sunscreen if she planned to stay in the Eufaula Desert all day. Which she hadn't done.
Now she was paying the price, namely that she could no longer cuddle with him (and the pain, but that's less bad).
Knife to the Throat: Elenya wouldn't have thought they could defeat Everglade and her two men, but now they were actually lying tied up in front of them. If only there wasn't suddenly the sharp, cold steel at her neck, rendering her motionless, and the demand that they release the Flying Shark Pirates if she wanted to keep her head.
Allergic Reaction: Elenya was on her third date with Arlo right now and she couldn't have been happier. If only there wasn't the sudden itching and burning in her mouth and throat and the feeling of not being able to breathe.
Stabbing: Elenya thought that after fighting the Bandirat Prince, nothing would surprise her anytime soon. That there was now also a Bandirat King, who could speak and who wanted to take revenge on her, was not something she had expected.
Motion Sickness: Elenya never suffered from motion sickness before, but since she was pregnant, she couldn't stand being on a horse anymore. And that, although she was over the morning sickness phase. Maybe she should have told Arlo that a little more precisely before he planned a picnic with a leisurely ride for her.
Doesn't Realize They've Been Injured: Elenya and Remi successfully freed Arlo, Sam and Mint from Ingalls Mine and defeated this strange AI without any significant injuries. Then why were there black dots dancing in her field of vision?
Caught in a Storm: Elenya, loud thunder and a bad expirience with loud crashes don't mix well.
Trapped in a Burning Building: Elenya had been a bit skeptical when she received Huss and Tuss' invitation to their hotpot. But she never imagined that it would end with her being trapped in a burning building.
Twisted Ankle: Elenya's day off didn't go as planned, but maybe it wasn't all bad either.
Vertigo: Elenya's day got off to a bad start, but then revealed a wonderful, albeit surprising, twist for her.
Crush Injury: Elenya was just mining some iron ore when the earthquake hit.
Cradling someone in their arms: Arlo came home late that night to the sight of his wife curled up on the couch, sound asleep and with a much warmer forehead than he would have liked.
Trying to Wake Them Up: Arlo will never forget the day he found his wife Elenya lying at the bottom of the stairs near Central Plaza late at night, a pool of blood around her head.
Bleeding Through the Bandages: Startled, Elenya turned to her garden gate as her favorite voice called her name. Unfortunately, as she did so, her arm caught on a sharp edge of the bus station she was building for South Block, leaving a deep, burning cut.
Anger Born of Worry: Elenya takes a hit for Alro. The latter, of course, is not pleased about this at all.
Bundled Up in Blankets: Elenya really hated this time of the month. Luckily, this time she had an Arlo who made everything a little better.
#my time at portia#mtap#mtap arlo#mtap builder#mtap builder elenya#Help! My head is overflowing with Arlo!
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I'm always with you
This fanfic is born from my brain having an imaginary (!!!!) conversation to cope with Aether's absence in the first ritual of the Re-Imperatour in Rouen. I wanted to share it in case someone like me needs to cope.
I also took a small inspiration from @myghemicalghostmance
It's fucking 1 AM what am I doing. (Update: finished on 2AM)
⚠️Warnings⚠️: angst, character and irl person association, mention of Aether and Sunshine's real names, kinda vent, if you see grammatical errors feel free to correct me
PS: Imagine he's back on tour in one week's time when I'm going to the concert lmaoooo
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I freeze as soon as I read the tweet
"New quintessence ghoul"
My heart skips a beat.
My breath stops.
A choking noise, that sounds like a broken air pump comes from my throat. My hands slide over my face and I bend over, resting my elbows on my knees.
"What's the matter?"
After having scraped together a shred of voice I reply:
"Aether's not in the first ritual. Missing. Gone."
I look at my phone determined to find out more, whether it's temporary or not, other fans' reactions. I scroll through Twitter and hold my breath as I slowly obtain information.
There are some photos of the new ghoul, the rhythm guitarist who replaced Aether. I also find out that Sunshine isn't on tour and there's a new ghoulette to replace her too.
I feel my chest sinking deeper.
Scrolling through the comments, I also discover that Sophie is busy with another project and that she won't be present on the tour at all.
But there is no certain information about Aether, it is not known where Chris is, if he is ill, if he will be able to make it for other rituals.
I let out a small, broken sob and curl up on myself.
I did not expect it.
I wasn't ready for this news.
I'm not ready.
My heart fills with anguish, tightens, twists, cries desperately, and I try to ease the pain by bringing a hand to my chest, clawing at the fabric of the shirt I'm wearing.
"What's going on darling?"
I hear a familiar voice from afar
"She's sad you're not on tour"
A pair of footsteps approach and I don't lift my head to look at the person I already know they belong to, I'm not ready for the sight.
"Hi Chris" I greet him in a sad voice
"Does someone need a hug?" He says.
I can feel without looking his warm smile radiating kindness and see his eyes softening.
I lift my head and peer through my fingers pressed to my face.
"Can I?" I ask
The smile broadens
"Of course"
He picks me up and makes me sit on his lap, facing him, and I bury my face in his shoulder as I slide my arms around his chest to hold him tightly.
My heart throws out everything it feels: waves of disappointment, bitterness, a sense of loss and betrayal.
Almost sensing all this, Chris sighs and runs a hand through my hair.
"Oh, honeybug..."
I hold him tighter and my breath shakes.
We stay like that for a while until I start talking again.
"I'm not angry at the new ghoul, I'm not, really. It's just that I was so looking forward to see you. My sweet big softie boi" as those last words leave my lips I snort
"Mh-mh" he replies sympathetically
I regain my breath as he strokes my head with one hand and my back with the other.
"I mean, if you won't be back, I'll surely get to appreciate more the new ghoul and the new ghoulette.
I just...need time to...process the loss...ehehe"
"You say that like I'm dead or something" he chuckles.
"Nah man I don't mean it like that, it's just... He's my comfort character, you know?"
"Oh, yes? Well, he's kind of me in a way and I'm kind of him in a way. So I'm your comfort character?"
"I...didn't want to...uhm...yes..."
He laughs softly, squeezing me gently.
I huff awkwardly against his chest with an unintentional smirk on my lips.
"Aether...he's like...almost a safe male figure for me, y-you know what I mean?"
Fuck, I hope it's not too weird
"I think I understand"
I sigh in relief
"...So like, I'm confident that if you will not come back anymore the majority of the fandom will unanimously agree that Aeth was just getting older and feeling too tired to be a band ghoul so now he's working in the medical wing of the abbey full time rather than being sent back to the pit or dying. I think that a small percentage will enjoy writing about angsty Aether death fics or something like that, I don't even have the strength...those emotional masochists crazy fucks"
His roaring laughter fills the air and I smile happily
As he stops he lowers to rest his chin on my head
"Well, I'm sure you will make it, one way or another.
And I will always be with you, if you believe it enough. Okay?" He whispers with an, oh so sweet tone
"...Okay *sniff*...thank you"
"You're welcome darling"
"...Now if you'll excuse me I'll take this seat for the rest of the night"
"Nooo hahahah"
#the band ghost#aether ghoul#comfort fic#re imperatour#ghumblr#it's my first ff ever please be gentle-#chris catalyst
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Writing/Art Update 10/15/2022
Bleep blorp, my brain is so bad these days!!!
That is mostly a lie! My brain works just fine for daily stuff, I'm just kind of a mess at writing lately. We have a New Content now, and it's a lot easier to get distracted on social media, etc. I remain concerned that I'm not sure I be a person who exists and participates in a non-dead fandom, but, like, what else am I gonna do?
Anyway, I never did go back and write my Day 4 Bleach Returns story, and at this point, I think I've just moved on. (I still may do a bonus day, we'll see). I finished my next chapter of Tattoo AU, it is currently in beta, so you should see it soon. It's long, the longest chapter so far. I had a mild crisis while I was walking the dog today, because I was thinking about my overall outline and what I have left, and I feel like it might actually be too long and people are gonna start getting mad about these idiots not getting together. There's very definitely a part I could just chop, which would tighten it up a bit plus then I would be done faster but I donnnnnnnnn't waaaaaaaaant toooooooooo. Part of the charm of being a fanfic writer is that no one can tell you not to make your story worse if you're really committed to it (well, my beta reader can, maybe I should just ask her 😂)
There's some kinda Ichihime week coming up and I might try to do a drawing for that. I have not been drawing enough lately (I NEED to finish my LAST project but it's sooooo much wooooooooork). I am a mild Ichihime shipper at best (they are my fave pairing for one another, I just don't usually have a whole lot to say about it) but I consider myself a friend of the Ichihimes and I like to contribute something to their celebrations when I can. I really liked the style I did my Arrancar piece in, so I might try that again. I should probably also look at the prompt list again.
Anyway, you can definitely expect a chapter of fanfic from me this week, but after that, who knows! Certainly not me!
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today's wonsho channel. my thoughts as we go. nobody asked but let's do it
ohhhhhhh the proseka next submissions are so cuteeeeeeeee!!!! right up my alley, when they come to en server i will spam the heck out of them in co-op lobbies waaah
OMG OMG OMG O MG DGGFDKDFJJJN is that a rabbit top hat!!!!!! aaaafhshdfgsfahsg minori you look so cute!!!! this is so cool actually!!!! cute outfit!! (my dreams of a card suit-themed set are temporarily curbed)
boys outfit..... WOAH. rui sweetie you look like a ghost. i think that might have been the point but like... it's cute!!!! i like it on him. also love the artstyle and colouring its so soft :) omedetou 634-san!!!
AYO AYO THE OUTFIT RUNNER UPS THO. the one by 417-san is SO COOL???????? and the butterfly one too!!!!! waaaa........ AND THE BOYS RUNNER-UPS TOO??? the one on the right looks like mysta rias??? snort (they look rlly good tho ughh the sheer amount of artistic talent in this community makes it so hard to choose a fave!!!)
vocaseka ranking... woah woah WOAH THIS FIRST ONE EXCUSE ME????????????????? ohhhhh the tuning on this is. WOAAAH yes rin growl into my ears omg. OMG!! THE ART ON THIS ONE IS ALSO SO GOOD HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. and the pv looks like a fever dream. in a good way. what do you MEAN this is marasy. MARASY. LIKE. 88* MARASY. ohhhhhh the range of this man. is the tuning bibi-san again. holy shit that's why its so good. i love bibi's tuning. otsu marasy and bibi!
next one. oh its so cutee!! awwwwwwww look at those characters tho!! has a very denpa feel!! they look like little hamster aliens!! which vocaloid is this btw... namiguru-san! never heard of them until today, i'll go check it out after the stream >< they have a really fun and cute sound!!! zunda zunda
hooooooh boi proseka news lezgo. oh crap yeah ena's birthday's in like. five days. and saki's and tsukasa's next month....... i can't prepare things that fast lmaoooooo. golden week login campaign for jp! (too bad i don't play jp huh.)
WAIT WHAT EVILLIOUS PART TWO????????????? IT'S A RERUN OF THE GACHA LET'S GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SEGA I HAVE ANOTHER CHANCE WHEN IT COMES BACK TO GLOBAL YEAAAAAH!!!!!!
YES YES YES CONCHITA IN THE GAME!!!!!!!!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!!! its the best of all the evillious songs imo (it's also the only other one i've heard besides daughter and servant of evil. and enbizaka tailor). and the sleeping princess one too (oh nevermind this one SMACKS.)!! AND ENBIZAKA!!!!!! lets go. AND GALLERIAN'S SONG!!!!!!! yeaaaaaahhhhhh!!! i guess sega heard us when we said we wanted more hehehe. enjoy the beatmaps jp players!! <3
unrelated but i love hina kino's hairclips >< they're cute on herrrrr
BE THE MUSIC VSINGER VERSION YAAAAY!! (i am the only person who has not heard be the music) kinoshita you are an absolute chad of the vocaloid scene thank you for the food!! oh yeaaah its coming to streaming services too!! ty for the food sega....
hehe stopify
CONNECT LIVE LEONI!! THAT'S HAPPENING SOON!! someone record the best bits pls. also the merch looks so cute!! and this is probably expected but the logo for it is so clean and nice omg... god i love graphic design.
3DMV brushups yay!! this will be hell for the people playing on low storage haha... hang in there guys... actually i don't know what they're saying here haha it might not be an update to the graphics after all... ehhh i'll find out later. anyway have fun with that!
ooooooh adeliae's song is in the game!! it sounds really cute! kind of leoni-esque!!!
YAY MORE ORANGESTAR!!!!!!! 3dmv too!! and with meiko!!! orangestar never misses :) and also the 3dmvs just keep getting better with every new one so im excited to see what they do for this one ><
sharing the world in jp :) have fun jp bros <3
sagashi ni yuko setsuna STOP STOP STOP ITS SHANTI. full vbs. FULL. VBS!!!!!!!!!! omg omg omg i was literally listening to this like. five days ago wtf. manifestation works!!
hhh. hhhhhhhhhh. next..... commissions............... my favourite..... part................
niigo!! cats!!!!! TSUMIKI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaa is this mafuyu's event?????? oh its sounding so good already aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!! (tsumiki left a rlly long comment tho lmao) also does this confirm niigo catpeople. whatever the case SQUEALING SQUEALING WAILING SCREAMING
oh no i just finished my bubble tea. we're not even at the goods section yet oh no. my hands are......... shaking............................. idk whyyy......
oh god who's the next commission. hh. hhhhhhhh.
wxs. sea. coral. its nene. no no please no. ITS NENENENNENENENEN. KOYORI??????? OF HITORINBO ENVY FAME. omg. omg omg omg.... ohhhhhhh it sounds so sweet and nice............ im gonna cry when this comes out won't i. wansho fans please cry with me :,) this will be a banger and if any of you say otherwise i will cry. god its so warm and fuzzy. AND THIS IS JUST THE PREVIEW. i need to go outside.(anyway sega please give them a NICE. NICE. NICE FLUFFY EVENT WHERE WE CAN STOP THINKING ABOUT THE GROUP SPLITTING UP IN THE FUTURE. PLEASE I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE OF THIS)
hh showtime ruler comes out on wednesday... LOOK AT THE LEONI ART!!!!!! love that for them <3
oooo second live on bluray!! that'll be fun
ok i'm gonna stop talking now but just know that may is about to screw us all over.
#project sekai#karamell yells#i can see the cards for the next wxs event already. there's fish and coral. it's sea themed and you cannot argue with me#although nobody really saw the hidden circus gacha coming from the song teaser so.... argue your case if you have one
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WARNING. spoilers for catch the wind.
i have been gone for a few days — i was wallowing on my self-pity while ‘celebrating’ my birthday, and oh my god! your new chapters are fire! my flat is high likely about to burn to the ground. i did not expect the whole thing! i so badly wanted theodora and james to jump together like the jack and rose thing, but oh no. i should’ve known it was coming but it still managed to blow me off the stand! like the reviews i read for the chapter, i agree with them.
i feel so bad for theodora. i don’t know what elizabeth thought she was doing, but babes, she better have a good explanation because what the actual fuck? CRYING.
excited to have my heart hurt so much, i’ll wake up to reality in a work fiction! call me the term of someone who likes pain in books. i am obsessed with angst. i will live and die for angst. i will carve out my heart and lend it to you just so you could write letters on it using a knife, stomp on it. do anything you want with it! i will pay you to stab me on the chest tbh.
you never fail to surprise your readers with the twist of your work and your ability to make us feel! i am so ready for your next update!
ps. i kinda get embarrassed when i put reviews like this and some really weird ones on ff.net because i feel like i seem like a noob on there with all the comments and missing spaces, punctuations, and capital letters which i do not deny. i feel like i express too much, but i also get this thought like, ‘it’s the internet. i’m already weird enough having this unhealthy obsession with james bloody norrington.’ so here i go having yet another long train of thoughts written off to be seen by the internet.
Man, birthdays are rough, I'm sorry you're going through that. I think it doesn't help that there's always such an expectation for them to be fantastic and amazing days that for those of us where they don't feel that way, it's even more of a let-down at times? Idk, maybe that's just me. Either way, I'm sorry! I hope you're doing okay and you're taking the time to do something nice for yourself.
Catch the Wind spoilers beneath the cut.
Ahahaha thank you for your thoughts on this latest chapter. I did get some (valid!) constructive criticism a wee while back that they thought I was being too nice to Elizabeth and glossing over her flaws, but this scene has always been in mind so I kind of knew I had to pre-emptively make up for what she was going to do otherwise there'd just be no chance of redeeming it. Plus I just really liked the contrast between Theo having "seen" it happen one way in the movies (where James kisses Elizabeth) and then seeing it happen this way (where he very much did not instigate it, or really participate in it at all) brings a lot of inner conflict between what she thinks she knows from the movies, vs what is actually real to her in this story.
Especially because there's been so much focus between them on the matter of "well in the movies you love Elizabeth" and "well in the movies, you don't exist at all, you need to stop treating them as fact". James has been amazing with trusting Theo so far. Now we get to see if she'll be able to return the favour. Ah, the angst potential.
All of that aside, I promise we'll hear Elizabeth's reasoning very soon although I did slightly hint at it in the chapter itself so I'm excited to see if anybody picks up on that, and I have a fair few scenes other planned between here and the end that I'm very excited about! I also share your love of angst, it just makes everything in a story feel that much more rewarding if it's hard-won, it's why I really couldn't go the route of them just getting away quickly and easily.
Thank you so much for your lovely words! Reading them made my day. And honestly I'm happy for you to share your thoughts with me whenever you want via Tumblr if you're not comfortable doing so in comment/review sections on the actual sites the fic is posted on, but I will say that I've never found your way of writing to be strange or flawed in any way, so please don't worry about that! Plus, I've now written 300k words of sheer James Norrington thirst so I'm really not in a position to judge any kind of obsession haha -- we're all mad here B)
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