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genshin-scenarios · 28 days

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what flowers they’d give their s/o

Summary: A raffle request from my Adopt a Wanderer preorders! They’re a mix of genshin and HSR, but I’m posting it here as Wanderer’s included! If you'd like to see more HSR content from me, feel free to drop a request at @tiramisu-rambles!

Characters: Wanderer, Luocha, Jingyuan, Aventurine, Sunday

Content warnings: implications of character death in Luocha’s part.

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Red String of Fate Prompt List

Wanderer: Anemones

Sincerity, forsaken love, anticipation, protection from evil.

Just like the many versions of himself, anemones are windflowers with various meanings depending on their color. And despite the hurt Wanderer’s been through, his barriers are worn down by your honest intentions; your brightness, moments of quiet connection, and how you’re adored by many.

He’s glad the wind has brought him to you. These flowers may have a delicate appearance, but it’s obvious that neither of you are so fickle.

“They’re a protection from evil, apparently. Something about closing its petals when it rains.”

“Really? In that case, I have a version of that already with you!”

It’s a bouquet made with multicolored hues, where he hands himself to you. A small thanks for acknowledging his past, and a few blooms that represent anticipation for the future.

It’s been a while since he’s been vulnerable enough to feel nervous about something. But it’s a more positive spin on the emotion, akin to excitement when he knows he’s going to see you — but Wanderer would rather choke than use a word so innocently childish to describe himself.

Due to its wild nature, anemones also symbolize relaxation and a reminder to enjoy the moment. To take in opportunities at the right time, as he’s learned from you.

Luocha: Marigolds

Resurrection, energy, good luck, warmth, prosperity, jealousy.

Luocha sees you in the warmth of the flowers, as powerful as the Sun despite your bubbly outlook. He sees the light, which makes him worry he might taint your smile with his true nature.

You thank him for the flowers, thinking of him as the miracle doctor that’s giving you a gift. He is, but he also hopes you don’t get closer without being aware of what he is.

Marigolds represent despaired love, although this is mostly on Luocha’s part as he constantly sidelines himself, making himself a ‘side character’ rather than a potential partner for you. But he’s too selfish to completely step out of your life, accepting your invitations to lunch and walks along the harbor. He says the world feels peaceful around you. It’s true.

These flowers are often associated with life and death. In this case, it’s Luocha’s silent promise to always protect you, even if you might not want it yourself.

And if there comes a day where he has to pick between saving one or another… He’ll make sure you get out alive. Perhaps he’ll even save the bystanders around so you’ll keep calling him a wonderful doctor, before his powers fail to heal his own wounds.

Jingyuan: Forget Me Nots

Clinging to the past, faithfulness, remembrance, true love, fidelity.

‘I’ll keep you in my thoughts,’ they say. A warm sentiment from the General, and behind them the memories of all he’s gained and lost in the past.

Jingyuan is used to being alone. He’s a leader after all, who wears the air of one without a care in the world. He’s capable and busy, but what he says as a teasing remark contains words that can be read very differently.

‘Don’t forget me.’

Forget me nots also symbolize links to the past. For a long-life species, it’s easy to feel the days melt together, and beautiful sights aren’t as vivid anymore.

That’s why Jingyuan thanks you for letting him remember — remember what it’s like to be surprised again, to see the sky and find it breathtaking, along with your voice in the wind. He wants to remember all of this as long as he can, so he gives you these flowers on occasion to remind himself.

“Do you miss me that much, General?”

“Of course. There isn’t enough time in the world to spend with you.”

He starts to appreciate his lifespan again, for having the chance to run into you along the way.

Aventurine: Daffodils

Honesty, truth, forgiveness, appreciation.

Despite the amount of lying and masks he wears, Aventurine knows there is truth in the anxiety he feels around you. The same feeling before a risky gamble, where he hopes his bluffs will deceive his opponent.

…He doesn’t know what he’d do if you ever looked at him with disappointment. If he somehow managed to fool you into expecting something he cannot give; heart ringing hollow, echoing deeper and deeper in resonance every time you interact.

Perhaps one day this hollow ringing will actually turn into a heartbeat, and he can finally face you as Kakavasha. (Put aside the fact that despite his persona, Aventurine is still facing the world with honesty in every act).

He also chooses Daffodils because, in his attempt at excusing these sentiments, he simply thinks of you as his source of honesty and truth. A Sun that the flowers lean toward, after blooming each spring despite the desolate, cutthroat winter.

‘Please forgive me. Please don’t look away.’

Daffodils also symbolize rebirth, new beginnings, and good luck. Perhaps you can draw this out of Aventurine, who’s been on guard against the world for as long as he can remember?

Be the sunlight that sifts through the window, greeting him every day; a good-luck charm he continues to believe in.

Sunday: Violets

Peace, devotion, healing.

You bring him peace. With every smile you direct at Sunday, he feels hope that the world around him can be rebuilt. ‘You heal me,’ the flowers say. And despite how candied flowers dry bitterly on the tongue…

‘After all this is over, I’ll devote myself to you.’

He can’t be sure if you believe him, but Sunday has long disposed of the idea of predicting you. ‘It makes you human’, his sister once said.

Violets are reminders of loyalty, thoughtfulness, and dependability. Sunday looks out for you at every corner, even if his presence isn’t tangible. He notices your little victories and joys, feeling his heart twinge from the distance. And when your days are bleak, just know there is another soul mourning with you, playing a song to soothe your sorrows.

He’s devoted to you long before the drama of politics are done. In a sense, one can almost say he’s too caring — from a glance it appears he’s not bothered with you, and watch for a minute longer, the small, irrelevant commands given to his subordinates ring clear with thoughts of you.

Sunday doesn’t put a spotlight on his love, yet showers it with the adoration of the moon. Quiet, graceful, and just a bit selfish.

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kyunkyunscans · 1 month

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A blu-ray preorder special edition for Beyond the Period came with a special drama extra. So here's my fan translation of that.

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Yotsuba Tamaki: Ummm, did it start recording?

Rokuya Nagi: Perfectly.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Alright! Let’s go.

Rokuya Nagi: Ok.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Ready, and-!

Both: Charge! Beyond the Green Room!

Rokuya Nagi: Shortened to,

Yotsuba Tamaki: BtGR! [1] Umm, this movie is a dream live show called Beyond the Period featuring us from the four groups IDOLiSH7, TRIGGER, Re:vale, and ZOOL, for a total of 16 idols.

Rokuya Nagi: Before the Day 2 performance today, IDOLiSH7 is bringing you a look into the different green rooms.

Yotsuba Tamaki: We, IDOLiSH7, told the staff we wanted to do this project, and they suddenly gave us the OK. Isn’t that awesome?

Rokuya Nagi: We wanted to share with you all of the details of what’s going on behind the scenes between rehearsal and the live show.

Yotsuba Tamaki: We’re using the cameras on our smartphones, and behind us you can see the dancers in the hallway. You guys good?

Rokuya Nagi: They’re waving to the camera for us. Oh! Tamaki, what were you just eating?

Yotsuba Tamaki: [through a mouthful] Fancy seedless grapes from the refreshment corner

Rokuya Nagi: Oh, the gifts from Re:vale. In one corner of the hallway, there are many refreshments like this that we’ve received from everyone involved lined up.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Pudding and other things that need to be chilled are in the fridge. Amazing, right? There’s plenty of fruit and sweets and drinks, too. Over here, we also-

Rokuya Nagi: Tamaki. I think that’s enough. This is turning into Charge! Beyond the Refreshments.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Sorry, sorry! Ok, now let’s move on to the main segments, yeah?

Rokuya Nagi: Then let’s start with this group’s green room. Hello~!

Both: BtGR!

Isumi Haruka: You took so long!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Isumin!

Rokuya Nagi: Did you go out of your way to wait for us?

Isumi Haruka: I didn’t go out of my way. You were making a racket in the hallway without making any progress so I was just checking on you.

Natsume Minami: Isumi-san, most people would say they were waiting especially for them.

Isumi Haruka: I dunno about most people, but whatever, I’m not saying that.

Rokuya Nagi: With that, Tamaki and I will introduce you to ZOOL’s room!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Here, Isumin, Minami, wave to the camera.

Natsume Minami: Hello, let’s enjoy our time together until Day 2 starts. You’re really recording this on your own smartphone, aren’t you.

Rokuya Nagi: Yes! We decided it would make it look more natural.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Hey, Isumin.

Isumi Haruka: I’m not waving.

Natsume Minami: Isumi-san…

Isumi Haruka: Just waving is boring. What the people watching this really want… is this, right?

Yotsuba Tamaki: Huh? Are you pinching something with your fingers?

Rokuya Nagi: Oh? But you’re not holding anything.

Isumi Haruka: I’m not pinching anything! It’s a finger heart! You guys even did this too for fan service, how do you not recognise it?

Rokuya Nagi: Amazing! Isumin’s fan service…

Natsume Minami: After receiving so much energy from everyone yesterday during Day 1, we talked about how it would be good to return the favor with fan service. Right, Mido-san, Inumaru-san?

Inumaru Touma: [quietly] Got it. You really went for an offer I couldn’t refuse, huh.

Mido Torao: Yes. Let’s pump it up with your power. I’m looking forward to it.

Inumaru Touma: Leave it to m-uwah! Rokuya, Yotsuba, when did you get here?!

Isumi Haruka: A bit ago. But Marucchi, aren’t you a bit too surprised? What were you and Toracchi talking about?

Mido Torao: Ah, Touma was just-

Inumaru Touma: Stop! Don’t say that here!

Mido Torao: Well why not? You’re just-

Inumaru Touma: Shut up! If Haru and everyone find out, we’ll be teased like idiots!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Huh? What are you talking about?

Natsume Minami: I wonder…

Inumaru Touma: Maybe or maybe not, but probably. But this time I’ll get these shredded

Isumi Haruka: Shredded?

Yotsuba Tamaki: Marucchi, were you cooking during the live show?

Isumi Haruka: Cooking during the show?!

Inumaru Touma: No, it’s not like that-

Natsume Minami: Live cooking, hm? Serving meat roasted in scorching magma on top of shredded cabbage with ZOOL’s love.

Mido Torao: It’s stimulating not only the visual and auditory senses of our fans, but also their olfactory senses. Okay, now above the live show-

Inumaru Touma: Are you an idiot? No way we can do that. I more or less know what we were talking about but, what kind of trauma are you trying to start?

Mido Torao: I’m joking, I’m joking. If you’re feeling nervous, I thought I should hype you up

Inumaru Touma: No way, I just gotta make my mind up.

Isumi Haruka: Seriously, what the hell are you talking about?

Yotsuba Tamaki: Good luck, Marucchi. I don’t really get what’s going on, but I’ll cheer you on from the wings!

Rokuya Nagi: Me, too. Everyone on the other side of the camera and sitting in the audience will also be looking forward to see what Inumaru-shi cooks up-

Inumaru Touma: Support all four of us in ZOOL, okay?!

Natsume Minami: I look forward to seeing you from on stage.

Isumi Haruka: See ya.

Mido Torao: Spend an unforgettable day with us.

Rokuya Nagi: Now, let’s introduce you to the next green room!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Iorin, Yama-san, Sou-chan!

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Osaka Sogo: Tamaki-kun, Nagi-kun, thanks for the hand-off.

Izumi Iori: As he indicated, the next green room charge will be led by myself, Nikaido-san, and Osaka-san.

Nikaido Yamato: Now, who could we be visiting? Let’s do this~ Huh? It isn’t opening. Excuse me, it’s BtGR time. Re:vale, can you two hear me? Ah, sorry, I spoiled who’s inside.

Izumi Iori: It was unavoidable in this situation. But I wonder why the door isn’t opening.

Osaka Sogo: They should have expected we would be coming for the Charge.

Nikaido Yamato: They should but…

Momo: Yamato! Sogo! Iori!

Nikaido Yamato: Momo-san, what’s going on? Why is the door-

Momo: It won’t open!

Yamato, Sogo, Iori: Huh?!

Nikaido Yamato: By won’t open you mean…

Izumi Iori: Why so suddenly?

Momo: I guess the lock broke but it suddenly stopped working halfway through. Ah, Darling!

Izumi Iori: What happened? Did something happen to Yuki-san?

Yuki: It hurts….

Momo: Darling, are you okay?! Darling! Someone! Help! Someone please help us!

Izumi Iori: This is bad. Nikaido-san, hurry and tell the staff-

Nikaido Yamato: No, no, this is clearly a prank

Osaka Sogo: Out of the way!

Nikaido Yamato: Sou?! What have you got-

Osaka Sogo: I borrowed some tools from the staff. It’s okay, I’ve removed a door once before.

Momo: Ah, the door!?

Osaka Sogo: Don’t worry. I’ll get you two out of there in no time.

Nikaido Yamato: Wait, Sou, you don’t need to go that far…

Osaka Sogo: What are you saying? Yuki-san is in danger. I have to remove it right away.

Momo: Wait, wait! Don’t remove it! I’ll open it! I’ll open it!!!

[a moment later]

Momo/Yuki: We're sorry.

Osaka Sogo: Please stop that. I can’t have Re:vale, whom I respect, sitting in seiza. If you must sit, please sit on top of me. Here!

Yuki: Are you sure? Well, okay…huh, your butt is surprisingly soft.

Osaka Sogo: I’m honored to receive such a compliment.

Momo: Don’t actually sit on him!

Yuki: Momo, Would you like to sit, too? There’s half a butt left for you.

Osaka Sogo: Please go ahead, Momo-san.

Momo: Ah, really? Then just for a bit…wow, it really is soft!

Nikaido Yamato: Don’t freaking sit on him, you two!

Izumi Iori: All three of you, please stand up. At any rate, it’s a good thing nothing happened to Re:vale.

Momo: Sorry. When I heard you three were doing the BtGR I thought I just had to do a fun prank…

Nikaido Yamato: Do you have to always have to do a prank? And there must have been a million other things you could’ve done that would’ve been quieter

Yuki: But I wanted to see Yamato-kun freak out. Right, Momo?

Momo: Right, Yuki.

Nikaido Yamato: There was no need to panic, though. It was obvious you two were up to something.

Osaka Sogo: I’m sorry I didn’t see through such an obvious prank.

Nikaido Yamato: No, that’s not what I meant.

Yuki: You don’t need to apologize, Sogo-kun. If this wasn’t a prank, you definitely would have saved our lives. Thank you.

Osaka Sogo: That’s… I would without hesitation.

Izumi Iori: That aside, Re:vale really likes surprises, don’t you. There was that other time you tricked us before a recording, too.

Nikaido Yamato: It’s just like Re:vale not to feel nervous even on days like this.

Yuki: To that I say Yamato-kun is too stiff. You could relax a bit more.

Nikaido Yamato: Haa?

Osaka Sogo: In other words, you surprised us in order to calm our nerves? Re:vale is amazing…

Momo: Exactly. This one was mostly Yuki’s idea.

Yuki: If we, the most senior idols, did something like this, everyone else would feel a little more at ease, right?

Momo: My darling is way too ikemen! I want to show this thrilling moment to everyone in the audience right away!

Izumi Iori: Right away?

Momo: When I talk with Yuki, every minute and every second I think, my darling is unbelievable. It makes me want to tell everyone, you know?

Nikaido Yamato: You’re reminding me of Sou when he brags about how much Tama’s grown.

Osaka Sogo: Me? Really?

Izumi Iori: That’s something you don’t really notice when you do it yourself, isn’t it.

Yuki: But, Iori-kun is the same way when it comes to talking about Riku-kun.

Izumi Iori: Huh?

Yuki: Huh?

Izumi Iori: Huh?

Yuki: Oh right, I thought of a way to share the thrill Momo gets from me with everyone.

Izumi Iori: Wai- Yuki-san, what does that mean?

Momo: [overlapping] What, what? What kind of way?

Yuki: It’s a secret for now.

Izumi Iori: Wait, I just said-

Momo: What do I do~? Ikemen darling made an appearance! So that means everyone in the audience, be prepared for a surprise from Yuki today!

Yuki: That’s it for Re:vale’s green room.

Momo/Yuki: Bye bye!

Izumi Iori: But what did you mean by “the same way?!”

Nikaido Yamato: That’s just how Yuki is.

Osaka Sogo: Ah, to the next green room! Mitsuki-san! Riku-kun!

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Izumi Mitsuki: Alright! Sogo, Iori, Yamato-san, thanks for the hand-off.

Nanase Riku: Next, Mitsuki and I will be charging into TRIGGER’s green room.

Izumi Mitsuki: Alright then, without delay, Charge!

Nanase Riku: : BtGR!

Yaotome Gaku: Ah, well done you two.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Welcome.

Kujo Tenn: Thanks for coming.

Mitsuki/Riku: Thanks for having us.

Izumi Mitsuki: Jumping into it, how was yesterday’s Day 1?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: It was so exciting! It was really so much fun, and multiple times I found myself wishing it would never end.

Yaotome Gaku: On top of that, Day 2 will be exciting in a whole new way.

Kujo Tenn: That’s right. I’ll be counting on you again today for Incomplete Ruler, Nanase-san.

Nanase Riku: Of course, Tenn-ni- Kujo-san. Same to you!

Yaotome Gaku: I’m looking forward to another fiery masturi from you two.

Kujo Tenn: Is Incomplete Ruler a fiery masturi?

Yaotome Gaku: In terms of the energy! You’ve gotta be intense enough to blow the snow away and vaporize it! It’s a live show! Right, Nanase?

Nanase Riku: Yes, plus it’s a duet with Kujo-san!

Yaotome Gaku: So a matsuri.

Nanase Riku: It’s a matsuri.

Kujo Tenn: Nanase-san is being kind. Sorry for Gaku making you go along with him. Although, with him that would be a different song.

Nanase Riku: It really would…

Izumi Mitsuki: That reminds me, Yaotome is always in matsuri mode. I noticed yesterday during the MC.

Yaotome Gaku: Do I really say it that often?

Kujo Tenn: You do.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Especially during live shows, yeah.

Yaotome Gaku: Well yeah, because a show is a matsuri, isn’t it?

Kujo Tenn: But Incomplete Ruler isn’t a matsuri.

Yaotome Gaku: Then what is it? A festival?

Izumi Mitsuki: Why are you breaking out the loan word? [2]

Yaotome Gaku: Because that’s not a matsuri.

Kujo Tenn: Festival means the same thing, though.

Nanase Riku: I get what you mean, though. Being in katakana gives it a more stylish image.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I see! Just like how a stylish person might say trousers instead of pants.

Nanase Riku: Exactly!

Izumi Mitsuki: Is that really the same?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: So if it’s different depending on the song, which would Daybreak Interlude be?

Yaotome Gaku: Well that would be a matsuri.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: What about Crescent Rise?

Yaotome Gaku: Hmm, I’m not sure but since it’s a song from a musical, it might be a festival.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: In that case, what about Last Dimension?

Yaotome Gaku: Let me think…

Yaotome Gaku: A matsuri. Kujo Tenn: [simultaneously] Isn’t it a festival?

Tenn/Gaku: Eh?

Kujo Tenn: No, Last Dimension would be a festival. It’s also a song from a musical.

Yaotome Gaku: No, it’s a matsuri. The theme is fiery.

Kujo Tenn: Even though you said Crescent Rise was a festival?

Yaotome Gaku: It’s not like it’s a festival just because it’s a song from a musical.

Kujo Tenn: What the heck, I don’t understand your logic.

Yaotome Gaku: I said it was a matsuri!

Kujo Tenn: A festival! [arguing continues in background]

Izumi Mitsuki: They got into an argument right before the show…

Nanase Riku: What should we do? If TRIGGER’s performance is affected by our charge on their green room…

Izumi Mitsuki: It’ll be fine. This kind of thing happens to us everyday, right?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Right, don’t worry about it and watch this. Hey you two, calm down. Take a moment, how about a carnival?

Tenn/Gaku: That’s not it.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: See? In perfect sync.

Nanase Riku: I should have known, Tsunashi-san!

Izumi Mitsuki: To even say it in the same breath is impressive coordination. And I think carnival is good, too.

Kujo Tenn: Excuse us for getting into a sudden debate in front of you.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: You could say that’s Tenn’s and Gaku’s fiery passion coming out.

Kujo Tenn: I’m extremely reluctant to admit this but...

Yaotome Gaku: Hey.

Kujo Tenn: But it’s true that this heated exchange of opinions may just be the warm-up for today’s Day 2. Actually, it may be one of the requirements.

Yaotome Gaku: Tenn… Alright, let’s keep going all out for Day 2, too!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Burning with all we’ve got, right?

Nanase Riku: We’ll give it our all, too.

Izumi Mitsuki: Alright, changing to the last scene for our Charge! Beyond the Green Room for this segment.

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Nanase Riku: Manager, are you filming, are you filming? Thanks!

Momo: Okay, everybody line up! Is everyone here?

All: Yes

Momo: Then before our performance, I’d like to hear some words from my King of Darlings.

Yuki: Hello, I've been given the title of the King of Darlings, also known as Yuki from Re:vale

[laughter]

Yuki: Now, we can celebrate safely reaching Day 2 of this miraculous live show with 16 people. We have to go beyond. Beyond the invisible wall between the audience seats and the stage. Beyond the large or small shackles within each of us. Beyond the period called today. In order to make the miracle that lies ahead of us happen again, this show is the first step towards our goal. In order to cross paths with everyone here tonight once again, let’s give it all we’ve got!

All: Yeah!

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[1] They shorted it to Beyo-控 (the first part of green room). So a similar way of shortening it is to abbreviate it.

[2] "Matsuri" is of course a Japanese word meaning festival. "Festival" has been adopted as a loan word, so it's pronounced similarly and written in katakana. A few lines later, "carnival" is used the same way - pronounced similarly and written in katakana.

Thanks to Snowpuff for proofing, any remaining mistakes are my own. We are not professionals and aren't associated with the series in any official capacity.

#idolish7 #translation #beyond the period

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seananmcguire · 3 months

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I try to minimize the time I spend in peoples’ inboxes, especially people (like you!) whose inboxes inevitably look like wastelands, but the exception is for particularly good things, so: thank you for looking out for people, and for warnings.

I have had Middlegame on my shelf for forever, desperate to read it, but I knew I wasn’t strong enough for a long time, and I’m really, truly glad I waited. Dodger is amazing, the whole book is amazing, but if I’d gotten to that part two years ago, it would have broken me. I cracked, a little, but not in a bad way; several years of steady therapy and hard work have gotten me here, and there’s so much further to go, but I have some of the right tools now, and I know how to step around some of the briars without getting tangled, when I can see them. You being upfront and careful and putting up a CAUTION: BRIARS AHEAD sign was huge. The waiting sucked, but it was worth it, to be able to meet this book on more stable ground.

It’s not even the scene itself, really, but the way it colors how Dodger thinks. You do that so well it aches. Being seen like that just…aches, like a previously unnoticed bruise. Not bad, just not expected. So thank you, for the warnings, and thank you again, for the careful and meticulous artistry and honesty you put into everything. It’s amazing.

I’ve already devoured Seasonal Fears and preordered Tidal Creatures (and…pretty much everything else, let’s be honest, you have your own entire bookcase in my library) and I look forward to all the journeys you’re willing to take us on.

For those who don't know, there is a suicide attempt in Middlegame. It's essential to the plot--what I always refer to as "load bearing" and I tried to write it with as much care and compassion as I could. But it can still be a lot if you're not expecting it. Or even if you are.

Thank you so much for reading, and I'm sorry to have seen us both so clearly.

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indieyuugure · 5 months

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I believe you may have mentioned this earlier, but when do you plan to start preorders for ROTP? It’s phenomenal, so I plan on buying a copy for myself and a friend. Also, sorry if you’ve been asked this before, but do you have a favorite turtle overall? I myself find it hard to choose just one lol. Keep up the good work!! :)

Currently nothing is official as I don’t even have all the pages done, but so far my general plan is to have it set up for pre-order sometime after the last part is dropped (Dec. 9th)

Idk how long it’ll be up for pre-order, though probably however long it takes to get to 500 desired copies (+1 for me :]) but I mean, if more than 500 orders are made I guess I’ll raise it and if it seems to plateau at something below, I guess I’ll drop it? Idk, as I said nothing is official yet, this is the first time I’ve ever done something like this, so I’m still figuring out how all of this works.

My favorite turtle is 2012 Leonardo. I really vibe with him in a lot of ways. Even as a little kid, Leonardo across all versions has always been my favorite. :]

(In case you’re wondering, I’m the oldest child of three)

Good questions! :]

#tmnt #q&a #rise of the parallel #comics

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asleepyy · 4 months

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HIIII 👋👋 I love your Oppsie Omens au so much And i bought your charm you made for preorder. I can’t wait to get it!!

I have a question about the length of your au. Do you think you’re going to continue it after you finish season 1? Like are you gonna make a comic of season 2 of Good Omens in your au? It’s alright if not but I was just wondering.

Have a lovely day/evening!!

Well thank you for purchasing the keychain! I’m excited to see it arrive for you!

Yes, oopsie omens will be getting the full three seasons, as long as people want it. Have a happy new year!💖

AHA thank you! I get a bit embarrassed to publicly reply to asks like this, i feel like it should be kept for myself but then I feel bad that I didn’t respond. Thank you very very much!!! 🥹

#ask #oopsie!omens #anon #help-the-lesbian

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typically-untypical · 4 months

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A New Beginning

AU: Flower Shop

CW: Remus typical sexual innuendos

WC: 2,186

Date: 12/15/2023

The doorbell rang on his store front and before Janus could say greet his newest customer he heard the man slam his hand on the counter his register sat on. "How much money would it cost to get a bouquet that says 'you're an insufferable git' in flowers?"

It seemed his reputation preceded him. Janus was known for his beautiful flower arrangements, but he was more known for flower arrangements that told people to fuck off without actually saying it. He didn't actually know how to use flowers to properly say things but he knew enough about some of the split meanings for flowers to come up with something convincing. Also, there were a lot of people who wanted to tell someone off, a boss, an in-law, or a friend they weren't too friendly with and so Janus had a brand. The stronger his brand, the more people bought for their unsuspecting victims. Janus had seen people choose quiet violence and he was happy to be of service if it meant a little extra money in his pocket. There was nothing wrong with someone telling their mother in law they hated her as long as she never understood the message.

"I believe that's something I can do for you, but I'm going to need a little more information. For example, who is this for? If it's for a family friend I would probably choose different flowers than something for an ex-lover." Janus looked the man up and down, sizing him up. He had wildly messy hair, like he had slept on it wet, and the strands were all dyed a variety of greens. However, despite the unkempt nature of his hair, he looked put together in a strange sort of way. There was beauty in his chaos.

"It's for my twin brother. He's not a bad guy but he also has his head stuck up his own ass. He has this play thing tonight and I want to get him something nice, but I also want to tell him to fuck off."

That was a lot of mixed and complicated feelings which made choosing flowers just a bit harder. Janus drummed his fingers on the counter as he thought about what would make the right impression. “What about Dandelions for nuisance, Candytufts for indifference, Buttercups for childishness, Meadowsweet for uselessness and since it seems like you do care enough for your brother to be getting a bouquet, Daisies for joy.”

The other man laughed a bit. “Am I that easy to read?”

"I'm just good at my job."

The man was blushing a bit but his smile was spread wide across his face. “Yeah, that sounds perfect. Could you do it today? I probably should have preordered this shit but I didn’t even know if I wanted to get him flowers. I thought about teasing him and getting him a bunch of fake snakes, or a bouquet of dildos but I also gotta make sure not to piss my mom off.”

“Completely fair, I had an order cancelled so I have time today. If you come back in an hour I’ll have it prepared for you.” Janus already had the boutique designed in his mind, the mix of white and yellow would look bright and cheerful but it would also feel slightly off putting in a dressing room for a play. It would probably feel exactly the way this man wanted.

“Perfect, you’re a life saver. My name’s Remus BT-dubs, and I’ll pay for this now so I don’t leave you hangin. But the price, I’m not made of money.” He was shuffling around in his pockets nonetheless and Janus realized he almost expected the man to pull out a credit card just as much as he expected a wad of unfolded dollar bills.

“I pride myself in pricing well for my skills and labor but also decently affordable.” He wrote down a number, passing it to Remus who looked it over before nodding.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I can afford that,” He smiled, finally pulling out a wallet which somehow wasn't what Janus expected. That seemed to organized for a man of this chaos. “And you didn’t give me your name. Should I just call you pretty boy?”

‘Pretty’ Janus mouthed, eyebrow quirked as he looked at Remus. The man was lost to his own world as he attempted to pull out the money he needed and Janus watched him, head tilted to the side.

“I’m very careful about who I give my name out to, however, I’m sure if you try hard enough you’ll be able to find it.”

“Challenge accepted.” The man slammed down the cash with a brilliant grin that was also a bit twisted. Janus felt his heart jump and he straightened his shoulders, eyebrow quirked curiously. Remus just continued to smile so without another word he got together the order form and passed it over.

Remus signed, waved, and turned to leave. “See you later, Venus.”

Venus was the name of a god. Janus was the name of a god. There was no way he had figured it out already and made a joke based off of his name in that short time, right? No, it had to be something else. Not to insult the intelligence of a man Janus just met, but he didn't know anyone who could have figured out his name in that short of a time frame and then make a joke about it, not unless they already knew. Janus sighed and shook his head, walking to the back. It didn't matter. This guy was just a guy and whether he knew Janus' name or not wouldn't affect anything. Janus didn't flirt with patrons... well, not seriously. He might flirt a little bit to get a tip, but he wasn't going to go out with anyone. Anyway, he had a boutique to make and it was going to be the best bouquet he had ever made, not for any important reason. Just to prove a point. He slipped on his bright yellow gloves and grabbed his clippers.

An hour later, on the dot, Remus returned. He had cleaned up a bit, wearing a suit that was just slightly loose on him, hair slicked back and no longer raging against propriety. His smile was still wild, and Janus felt his chest grow tighter, a sensation he promptly forced down. “Hey Venus, did you get my flowers done?”

“I did, but why Venus?" He had spent far longer thinking about it than he would have liked to admit. When he was arranging flowers all he was left with were his thoughts and he couldn't wrap his brain about why that one. Why Venus? Janus leaned his face into his hand, elbow rested on the countertop that separated the two of them. He had to know, but he didn't want to seem desperate for the information.

"Y'know, like Venus Flytrap, because you lure them all in. I feel like you've got a dangerous streak and you're more than willing to strike if you need to." Remus smirked at Janus, something devilish that sent an imperceptible shiver down his spine. He was thankful he was good at hiding his emotions otherwise he would give away far too much to a man he just met. "And I think Venus is a bit more appropriate than Janus. After all, you are very sexually desirable."

Despite the cackle that filled his shop after Remus' comment, Janus found himself blushing more than he could control, pushing his long hair behind his ear before he once again schooled his face into nonchalance.

"Not tryin to make you uncomfortable," Remus said, "But I also meant what I said. You're pretty hot." He reached for the bouquet, and Janus almost reached out to meet him but it was too soon. They had just met each other.

"You didn't make uncomfortable, in fact you would have to do something quite outrageous to phase me." Janus looked at his nails, though his true focus was on the man just past his fingers.

"Is that a challenge?"

Did he want it to be a challenge? Did he want to see this man again or leave him as just another customer that occasionally came around. Who was he kidding. Self delusion wasn't his forte, so he smirked and tilted his head to the side. "I do ask you don't loiter here, I do need the space for customers." Would Remus get it? Would he understand the subtlety in Janus' smile or would he be just as dense as the recipients of most of Janus' flowers.

He got it, if Remus' smile was anything to go by. He pulled the bouquet close, hoisting it into his arms. "Alright, I'll show you what I've got." He looked Janus up and down. "Let the games begin." He didn't linger after that, waving a bit with his shoulders before pushing the door open with his foot. He wasn't supposed to flirt with customers, but this was fine. It would all be fine. He was sure Remus wasn't actually going to come back, so few people did when they made declarations like that. Their never got ahold of them and they disappeared from Janus' life.

The distraction had been nice at least.

Cleaning up the counter top, Janus looked at the door. It was closing time.

Two weeks later Janus' bell rang and he was surprised by the voice that greeted him. "Alright Venus, what can I get for my mom, something simple and beautiful so she thinks I'm a good son. Also, maybe something that if she looked up the flowers she would actually think I liked her, cuz I kinda do but y'know, I'm not gonna say that."

For a moment Janus looked at him, mouth hanging open. He was back? Remus had come back. Janus snapped his mouth shut to think. "Tiger Lilies," He started "They mean strength, Burgundy roses for commitment, and white hydrangeas. Hydrangea's typically mean family and white specifically can mean abundance. Overall it's a sappy combination that would make most people feel like they were cared about."

Remus nodded, "Make it so flower man, and while you're at it, throw in something for yourself." He was smiling that impish smile and Janus rolled his eyes, turning around so it would be far easier to hide the curl of his own lips. He had come back. That was a first and Janus was not going to admit how many times he had thought about Remus over the past fortnight. The other man was entertaining, at least that was the easiest thing to call it. He sparked an interest in Janus and sure he wasn't supposed to flirt with customers but fuck it. He was going to play along, at least until Remus walked away.

“What could I buy from my own flower shop that I don’t already have?”

“Good point,” Remus tilted his head. “What about something that says new beginnings? Or maybe fresh starts?”

Janus smiled, “I’ve always been fond of daffodils.”

“Good, one of those, and you can bring it on our date?” Remus wiggled his eyebrows. Another surprise. That was a bit forward wasn't it? What if this guy was actually a murder? That would at least be an interesting story if he survived, right?

"Oh really?" Janus responded, leaning back, "And where exactly am I meeting you on this so called date?"

"I'll pick you up here, take you to all the sites and wonders. By the time we're done you'll be so enamored with me that you won't ever want to leave my side."

Janus rolled his eyes with a slight smirk. "That's a pretty tall order, kidnapping me from my job and expecting me to get into an unknown car."

"Oh no, we'll be taken the bus. Cars are so espensy, and I'd rather spend my money on experiences."

"And can you truly show me a good time from a bus?"

Remus chuckled. "Of course I can, I'm a good time all on my own." He finished filling out his order form, leaving the money on the counter without asking how much it was. He did, however, turn around to plow Janus a kiss. "See you tomorrow."

Janus looked down at the money that was obviously too much for the order. He sighed and picked up the form, running his fingers along it as he read it over. It would be hard not to fall for this man, the way he smirked and smiled as if he knew exactly how things were going to turn out, or better yet, he didn't care about the outcomes. There was something else written at the bottom of the form, put outside the bounds of any box. A phone number. It was so cliche, so dumb, yet Janus found himself pulling out his phone and typing the number in. He wasn't smitten. He didn't fall that easy, but he was willing to play for a little bit.

So he named the contact Remus, and added a little heart.

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ilguna · 1 year

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☼ deadly pt4 (Johanna Mason) ☼

summary; you and Johanna join the star squad to invade the Capitol.

warnings; swearing, death mention

wc; 2k

part one, part two, part three.

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“Do you have anything brighter?” You ask, face twisting at the sight of the flowers, “Or light? I was thinking white, pink, yellow…”

The clerk’s eye twitches, clearly done with you and your specific request that he’s been working on for the past thirty minutes. There’s not a doubt in your mind that he’s just throwing together shit to get you out of here faster.

“Miss, if you had preordered a bouquet—” He begins, impatience shining through.

You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes, “Yes, I know. You’d be able to meet my needs because you would’ve been able to order the flowers from a different district, and all that bullshit. I’ve heard it from the six other flower shops I’ve been to in the past week.”

He stares at you, probably deciding if this is worth it or not. He takes in a breath, “So why are you here, if you know that I don’t have what you need?”

“Because it’s urgent.” You tell him.

“Well, let’s hear it, then.” He crosses his arms.

“I don’t have time for that.” You shake your head.

He makes a face, tilting his head, “If your story’s good enough, I’ll pull the flowers from the other preordered bouquet’s, but I doubt you’ll be able to convince me.”

You let out a scoff, “All due respect, do you even know who I am?”

He looks you up and down, “Should I?”

“My name is (Y/n) (L/n), I’m a victor—was. I was a victor of the Hunger Games.” You begin, watching the wrinkles smooth from his face. The smug look is gone, “A few weeks ago it was the tenth anniversary of Johanna’s Games. And today marks ten years since Snow killed her entire family. I need flowers.”

“How many?” He asks, “How big are you thinking?”

“I have four tall and skinny vases, I can’t fit more than a few stems in each of them.”

He nods, turning around to leave the counter. You can’t help the small smile that crosses over your face. Finally, luck is on your side. You thought that you were going to be fucked. Of course, Johanna wouldn’t have known the difference if you didn’t show up with them, especially since you’ve got a load of other gifts that would take away from it.

You would know. She might not care, but you always have.

In the span of fifteen minutes, he’s able to put a bouquet together for you, helping you pick out the bright flowers, and telling you the meaning behind them. White lilies, pink carnations, white orchids, yellow tulips. He tells you why they’re important for the message you’re sending, but the gist is that they’re to offer support.

You compensate him greatly for the flowers, and the fact that they’re coming from other customers. He tells you to come back anytime you need, and to tell Johanna that he’s sorry for her loss. You wave goodbye, and then start the long journey back to your house in Victor’s Village to gather everything else you’ve bought in the past week.

You’ve had to throw together a gift basket—you can’t even call it that because half of what you’ve gotten wouldn’t even fit in a basket—at the last minute. You weren’t going to do this for her originally, since the two of you are still far from being friends. You might be neighbors, but that doesn’t mean you go out of your way to figure out what’s going on with her.

The details you do get about her are from people who don’t even live in District Seven, like Finnick. The two of them talk frequently enough that he knows way more about her than you do at this point. Which was upsetting at first, because you used to be the first person she would go to if she had something to say, and now you can’t even look her in the eye without feeling guilty.

However, it had been a few months since you last talked to Finnick. He’s dealing with his own kids and Annie, and you’re beginning to pick up more projects in Seven to feel useful. You can’t sit around for the rest of your life, as much as you wish your mind would let you.

Finnick sent you a letter a week ago, though. It was a couple pages long, and at first, it started with him telling you about what he’s been up to, and how Annie’s doing. He doesn’t bother with the Katniss updates anymore, considering she and Prim regularly keep up with you, as if you’re their own sister.

The more you continued to read, you began to realize that it wasn’t him trying to catch you up to speed with his life. It quickly transitioned into concern about Johanna and what she’s been up to. Apparently, she’s been expressing some concerning thoughts about herself and what she’s been through in the Capitol, knowing full well that Finnick can’t drop everything and save her. Even if he wanted to, he’s got other responsibilities now.

You almost sent back a letter telling him that it wasn’t your problem anymore. The day you broke up with Johanna was probably the best decision to make at that time. You’ll admit that you did regret doing it so harshly without thinking it through, but it took a lot of time to work through the anger that you felt towards her.

If the two of you had stayed together, you’re sure you would’ve ended up miserable.

You didn’t send Finnick the letter. Instead, you did some digging to find out why Johanna might be feeling this way, in the middle of summer, of all seasons. It’s the one time of year that she used to feel so bouncy and energetic during. She likes the heat, and being outside, and the breeze on her face. She’s all about being productive, so for her mood to take a twist like this was concerning for you, too.

When you found out that it was a couple of important anniversaries, you dropped all plans to organize this.

When you finally get back to your house, you have to find every bag of Johanna’s new belongings, pulling all of them onto your arms and carrying them next door. You knock on her front door a few times, waiting for her to answer it. After the fifth time, you realize that she’s not going to let you in.

You purse your lips, unhappy. You should’ve guessed that she wouldn’t answer the door if she’s feeling like this. You know how she feels about people showing up unannounced. Unfortunately, she’s going to have a bigger problem on her hands, because you’re not going home.

You do the irresponsible thing, and check to make sure her door is unlocked. It turns without issue, the door swings open slowly, letting out a creak because of the old hinges. You stand on the porch for another few seconds, staring into the abyss that’s Johanna’s home. You’re not sure how she navigates this place without any lights.

Either way, you step inside, leaving the door open for some light while you walk into her kitchen. Once every bag is on the counter and shows no threat of rolling off, you walk away. While heading to the front door, you open all the blinds, flipping open the locks and pushing up the windows to get some airflow through the house.

It doesn’t smell that bad, luckily, but the air is heavier.

You shut the front door, heading back into the kitchen. Before you can start with what you’ve planned, you go and clean the dishes in her sink, setting it on the drying rack when you’re done. Then, you rinse out the vases, cut the end of the stems of the flowers, fill the vases with water, and place the pre-arranged bouquets in each of the vases.

They smell beautiful.

You place one in front of the window in the kitchen, and place the last three in front of the windows in the living room, and one by the front door’s window sill. Immediately, the room feels lighter because of the color, and the fact that there’s flowers in here. You knew that there would be a difference.

Back in the kitchen, you pull out all of Johanna’s baking supplies, taking your time cleaning out the pie pan, the rolling pin, the whisk, and every other possible thing you’ll need. With still no sign of her, you go ahead and make the pie, place it in the oven, and clean the dishes.

While you wait for it to bake, you arrange the few baskets that you did buy, into categories. In the first one, you’ve got all of—what used to be—Johanna’s favorite bathroom products, at least when you knew her. Her favorite scented shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and shaving cream. You’ve got a new toothbrush, toothpaste, a set of bathroom rags and soft towels.

For the second basket, it’s things she’d want in her bedroom, like a whole new comforter set, and a few soft pillows to use. You also neatly fold clothes for the summer, stuffing them into the limited space you have. Shirts, shorts, jeans, tank tops, shoes, hats.

You move the baskets to the dining room table, which is right in front of the stairs. This is when you decide to move one of the vases onto the table, because it’ll look nicer than in front of the windows.

The timer goes off for the pie, so you return back to the kitchen to pull it out of the oven to cool. While you wait, you make the lemonade into a pitcher, and bring two glasses to the table, setting them down. Finally, you make the cold-cut sandwiches, placing them neatly onto a tray, alongside some fresh fruit and vegetables that you got today from the market.

And tonight, when it’s time for dinner, you’ll make her the same meal her mom used to make her on her birthdays.

When you come back into the dining room to set the food onto the table, you nearly jump out of your skin at the sight of Johanna standing on the stairs. You don’t look at her until the food is on the table.

Her lips are pressed together, eyebrows drawn in. You think she’s scowling at you at first, because she has all the reason to. You haven’t spoken to her in months, broke into her house, opened her blinds, and made food for yourself and her, and you didn’t even ask ahead of time.

Johanna’s hair has grown out since the last time you saw her. Ever since her time in the Capitol, she’s kept her hair pretty short, not wanting to grow it out any further. Now, it seems that it’s grown to the same length it was before the Quarter Quell. The only thing she’s missing is the dyed streak.

You watch as her bottom lip juts out suddenly, her eyes fluttering. She covers her mouth with her hand, shaking her head. You can see the tears begin to run down her face.

You start walking to her, arms out, “Come here, Johanna.”

She doesn’t argue, coming down the last couple of steps. You wrap your arms around her tightly, letting her sob into your shoulder. You can feel her tears on your skin.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask, placing a hand on the back of her head, “You know I would’ve been there for you.”

“I was scared.” She admits through tears, “I didn’t want you to send me away.”

“I’m here for you, Johanna.” You lean your head against her, “The last thing I want is to lose you, even if we’re not talking.

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marydublinauthor · 1 year

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“Hey.” Ryan’s soft voice was equal measures comforting and terrifying. Nothing about her world was truly soft anymore. He set her glass aside and reached toward her, but he stopped and lowered a loose fist to the table when she held an arm up for him to stop. He leaned in closer, peering with concern. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” Nicole laughed in disbelief. “What’s wrong is that you’re being way too cool about this!”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what the fuck?” Her voice grew shrill, harsh. “Isn’t this fucking weird for you, too? How can you look at me and not see some science fiction freak of nature?”

“Of course it’s strange,” he stammered. “Never in a hundred years did I ever expect…” Ryan trailed off with a long breath. “But I see you. I see the woman that I love.”

It was the perfect answer, which only fueled her discontent. Nicole wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her shirt and kept her gaze pointed down at her bare feet. She felt terrible that she couldn’t return the sentiment without her throat closing up. He was saying all the right things, but the knot in her stomach remained. “I’m worried you haven’t thought all of this through. We came here together as partners. You never signed up to have some pet girlfriend around the house indefinitely.”

“Stop talking like that,” Ryan said sharply.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

Her chest shuddered with sobs that begged for release. “There’s so much I can’t ever do again. I can’t drive a car. You’ll have to drive me everywhere.”

“Okay.” He nodded patiently. “That’s okay.”

“And my job a-and the bills. How am I supposed to help with any of that?”

“I’ve got it figured out with the complex. I ran some numbers and–”

“What about cooking?” Tears sprang to Nicole’s eyes. She dragged her hands from her scalp to cover her face. “I can’t use my own fucking pots and pans. I won’t be able to help, like, at all anymore.”

“Just order me takeout.”

He was joking, but it was the calmness that strained her. She snapped her head up, resentment surfacing with panic. You did this to me, she thought, and glared at him with wide, wet eyes. “We can’t fuck, either! Our sex life… Shit, Ryan! What are we supposed to do?”

“Well… We can get creative. Historically speaking, that’s something we’ve been damn good at. Right?” Ryan arched an eyebrow at her, a wolfish smirk pulling at his lips.

She clenched her jaw, offering silence. It was hard to even imagine moving from the kitchen table, let alone…

“I’m sorry. I know what I said at the hospital, but I don’t know if I can do this,” she whimpered. Nicole turned, but something grasped at her hand. She jerked to find Ryan had closed the space between them, his fingers and thumb loosely wrapped around hers. They both froze. Then, he gave a tentative pull, urging her closer to him. He was careful, watching her face as she gulped shallow breaths.

“Look at me.” He curled a finger under her chin, tilting her head up. “It’s okay.”

He was gentle, but she could feel the new strength in his touch. Nicole forgot to breathe as his thumb curled in, brushing her cheek. She wasn’t used to being fawned over with such tender scrutiny, like she was a fragile piece of art. They stared at each other.

“Can I hold you?” Ryan whispered. “Please?”

Although the simple answer was no, Nicole couldn’t bring herself to say so. She pretended to ponder his request, filling the silence with slow movements. She ran a hand along one of his fingers, marveling at the warmth of his skin. Tracing up to the thumb on her cheek, all she could think about was the startling grasp he’d greeted her with in the Facility.

“Ry…” She couldn’t speak at the quiet volume she desired—not if she wanted to be heard. Her voice cracked when she put more force behind it. “I… I can’t.”

“You don’t have to do anything. All you have to do is trust me. And hold still.”

She shook her head. “I can’t. I can’t make myself. I-I’m sorry.”

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Release date: July 1, 2023

Preorder available: June 1, 2023

Maturity warning: 18+

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tamberlanecomic · 10 months

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July Newsletter

Hey everyone! Here are some general updates for everything that’s been going on and what you can expect for this month and throughout the summer.

Health Update

As some of you may remember, right after the Kickstarter closed I was knocked out by a one-two punch of a fibro flare and Covid. While I’ve been put through the wringer, I’m FINALLY feeling like I’m crawling back out from under this extended period of sickness.

I’m still dealing with some pain and fatigue due to my fibro flare-up, but it’s more or less back to the “normal” levels of what I’m used to, so overall I’m doing pretty good. I took some extra time to recuperate from Covid in the hopes of avoiding any long Covid effects, and while I am still taking it easy, I take a lot of joy in drawing and being forced to not indulge in any of my creative pursuits have made me all the more eager to get back into the swing of things. So, I’m still being careful, but I’m also easing back into work.

I got so many amazing comments from patrons, readers, and Kickstarter backers all encouraging me to take as long as I needed to get better, and I can’t thank you enough for the kind words and well wishes! It was measurably easier to take some time off to rest knowing I had so many people cheering me on and encouraging me to do so, so thank you so much for taking the time to say something and for sending me words of support. <3 You da best!

Comic Updates

We’re moving right along, with 12 pages currently in the pipeline at various production stages. In fact, I’ve just put three new finished pages into the buffer for $10+ patrons today! Our priority right now is to get a healthy buffer so that I can have ample time and space to catch up on other work without impending deadline pressures.

Patreon Rewards

Next, I plan to knock out a good chunk of Patreon commissions for my $50+ folks. I’ve already been doing that here and there, but I want to make sure that the oldest ones are finished first.

Likewise, due to the chaos of a sudden move and a lot of life changes, Ari didn’t send the May postcards out until today, so I apologize for the delays there – we’re getting back on track! June’s postcards have already been sent.

Speaking of, I’ve included some of the patron reward art I just finished last week!

Kickstarter News

We still need to finish the internal book edits, draw up the Q&As, format the information in the book, and finish formatting annotations. These are all things I had intended to get done both during and after the campaign but I was simply unable to keep up with it due to health reasons. Curse you, chronic illness!

I am also going to explore another option for getting the softcovers printed locally, which is something I will only go with if the quality is up to my standards. But we're less than $5k away from being able to reprint Chapters 1-3 so if we're able to get a cheaper local deal with a good printer, I'm willing to explore the option!

By the way, we are now officially sold out of Chapters 1 and 2 books, but you can help us reprint them by preordering them and other stuff through our Backerkit shop!

Preorder Here

We’ll be streaming edits in the Foxglove discord server, so be sure to keep an eye out on there!

New Pride Merch

For Pride month I launched two new apparel designs as part of our Pride collection! Choose from Agender or Non-Binary Ainsley or Biromantic or Transgender Marie on comfy shirts available in a wide range of colors and sizes.

This collection also features downloadable Tales from Treehollow comics dealing with LGBTQIA+ themes. Come check it out!

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Artfight

I’ve never done Artfight before, but I’m gonna try this year! It’ll be fun to have little warmup drawings I can squeeze in here and there between larger projects.

If you’ve never heard of Artfight, it’s an annual art trading game where you “attack” by drawing other people’s characters. It seems really fun! If you’re participating and want to add me, here’s my profile:

https://artfight.net/~Cvilbrandt

Thanks all for reading! May this month be ever better!

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answering some of the questions i got on the splatoon everyday life zine interest check survey!! (here)

applications will open if/when i get enough interest in the zine- it’s heading in a good direction for me so that could be soon, maybe in a week or so?

a mod would help with things like finances (if we decide to go with the paid zine), project management and admin :)

as for contributing to the (hypothetical) paid zine, ideally funding would come from preorders and if not i’ll pay for it out of pocket, I don’t want the participants to have to pay for joining my zine

yes, any ocs are fine as long as they’re splatoon related !! i would love to see other species !!!

probably harmony or shiver i just think they’re neat :)

that’s all the questions so far!! if you have no idea what im talking about please check out these posts:

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New Eddie Munson Novel!?

Hey Kiki!! strangermunsons here! Glad to see you’re back! Ok so I came across a tiktok today and I needed to share with you. Basically it was a girl saying that she was looking up books online and found a listing for a preorder of a new ST novel coming out on October 31st. I went online for myself and found the publisher’s website, PenguinRandomHouse, and the book is up for preorder there, as well as many other retailers such as Amazon, B&N, etc. There’s no cover art, no synopsis, nothing. Only the title…Stranger Things: Flight of Icarus. And that’s it’s 432 pages long, but that’s not exactly relevant. Now this shouldn’t be a big deal, right? Well, Flight of Icarus is also the title of an Iron Maiden song. This song is on the album Piece of Mind, which is the very album that Eddie was holding in the infamous “THIS! IS! MUSIC!” scene. Now, could this just be coincidence? Absolutely. Could this book have nothing to do with Eddie whatsoever? Sure. Is this theory completely grasping at straws? Definitely possible. But I’m going to let myself live in delusion for a little bit and believe that we’re getting an Eddie Munson novel until this theory is proven false. Good day.

Hiiiii love! So happy to hear from you 🖤

I read about the book; I just wasn't sure it'll be about Eddie because the title doesn't fit in with the others (Runaway Max, Rebel Robin, Lucas On The Line) - but it definitely makes sense for it to be about Eddie 👀 I'd add that I'd rather have him back on screen but since I'm convinced we'll get him back, anyways, I'll gladly take the book as a bonus 😂🖤

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cavalierious-whim · 4 months

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Chock Full (Neuvithesley)

Part of 'Tea and Paperwork'. Wriothesley thinks tentacles might be fun. Read here on AO3. You can also, follow me on Twitter. Mrk1pk also drew some amazing art based on this fic, truly blessing me-- you can find it here on their Twitter! At the moment, my written work is my only source of income whilst I'm between jobs. Other ways that you can support can be found below-- even if HALF of my followers on Twitter follow my $1 Tier on Patreon, it'd be life-changing income for me, so if you love my work, please consider it! You can find my Ko-Fi and Commission Info/Shops here. You can purchase Digital PDFs of some of my works here on Gumroad. Pre-Orders for physical books of selected works are still open for preorder in my Big Cartel Shop here. And you can follow my Patreon here as well! --

Neuvillette is, occasionally, stunned by the beauty of his mate.

“Beloved,” he murmurs as he leans over him. Wriothesley's waist is soft underneath his palm. “You’re doing so well.”

They’ve played in many ways, but never quite like this. Wriothesley writhes in the sheets, held down by cool, slick tendrils of Hydro. Sweat beads across his brow and he moans, the sound hoarse with pleasure as his cock twitches and leaks against his stomach.

Neuvillette thumbs over scars as his claws trace Wriothesley's being. It is a matter of trust; that is what brings pleasure to this old dragon. To request it, to beg for Neuvillette to do as he wishes—It is a gift.

He marvels at the sight of Wriothesley tied down, relaxed in the sheets because he knows it will not be too much. That it’ll be perfect, and that Neuvillette will take care of him—which he will. Oh, he will. Neuvillette would do anything for his mate within reason.

“Is it too much?” he asks. His hair is unbound and loose, falling over his shoulder like a waterfall.

“No. No.” Wriothesley swallows. Neuvillette’s gaze hones in on the bob of his throat, the way that the scars there stretch with the movement.

“Do you want more?”

Hesitation; Wriothesley hesitates before saying, again, “No.” Quieter this time, a flighty groan that tumbles from his lips.

Perfectly acceptable. Neuvillette offers him a smile as his fingers trace the sharp line of his collarbone, as he thumbs across a nipple, as he drags his knuckles down Wriothesley's sternum to his navel. And then below.

“So, hear me out,” he’d said earlier with that well-known, lecherous glint in his eye. “I have a fun idea.”

That fun idea was for a Hydro tentacle to be shoved deep into Wriothesley's ass. The rest of him is tied to the bed by other slick tendrils, spread wide and open in a sordid display. Wriothesley could pull away if he wants—that’s a negotiated requirement—but he’s given in so easily this entire time.

“Does it feel good?” asks Neuvillette, cupping the small bulge that rests just above the base of Wriothesley's cock.

Wriothesley moans as the weight of Neuvillette’s palm presses down ever so slightly. One, two, three—that’s how many Wriothesley begged for. They are thin and viscous, altogether just a smidge larger than his draconian length, but long—far longer than what Wriothesley is used to. “Yes,” he says, his throat dry like the Sumeru desert.

Divine, thinks Neuvillette; the sound of it. Wriothesley has cried out in pleasure to the point of losing his voice. What a sight, a dream that will haunt Neuvillette for longer than he’d ever admit aloud. But this is Wriothesley, and his mate knows. Even now, lost in the throes of heat and pulled to the edge of spilling over, Wriothesley still manages to shoot him a smirk.

“Does it feel as good as my cock?”

That smirk falls. “No.”

Neuvillette chuckles at the response. “As both of my cocks?”

“No.” Wriothesley's bravado slips at the thought of it, Neuvillette can tell. That is another indulgence that requires time and preparation but is beloved.

“Sweet boy,” says Neuvillette, thumbing over the ridge where those tentacles push Wriothesley's gut to its limits. The bundle isn’t as thick as taking both of his dicks; no, this is a different kind of stretch, one that Neuvillette finds himself horrifically fascinated by.

“Neuvillette, please.”

Neuvillette looks at Wriothesley's face to find him pink-cheeked and slack-jawed. He pulls at the tentacles that tie him down which has Neuvillette clicking his tongue. “I thought you didn’t want more? Is this not enough?”

“It’s good,” says Wriothesley immediately. He rolls his hips, sliding across the tentacles to prove his point. Neuvillette is water incarnate so he can still feel it, the tight heat of Wriothesley's insides. A strange sensation he is unaccustomed to; it’s as if the entirety of his being is just…wholly consumed.

Neuvillette hums softly, considering him. “But?”

“Come on, give me your cock too.”

Neuvillette stills. His hand moves, knuckles brushing down Wriothesley's length. Neuvillette aches as well, his own cock hot and hard, spurred on by Wriothesley's goading. He has restraint. This is not a night where his facade threatens to crumble but he is enamored all the same.

He sweeps those fingers down, teasing the seam of Wriothesley's balls. They twitch, drawing up tight against his cock. Neuvillette presses his thumb into the smooth skin of his perineum just below, watching Wriothesley jerk in response.

“Fuck, fuck—”

“Soon,” says Neuvillette, the word tinkling with laughter. He traces Wriothesley's rim where it’s stretched smooth around the tentacles. Neuvillette thrusts them in and out once, twice, and delights in the way Wriothesely’s hole swallows them greedily. “You think you can take my cock as well? Together?”

Wriothesley huffs at that. Nothing but dirty talk, of course. These three tentacles pale in comparison to the girth of both his cocks together, but Neuvillette finds himself in a mood to tease. He thrusts them again, obsessed with the slick squelch as they slide deep.

And that bulge—the sight of it does things to him.

“That look—” Neuvillette blinks at Wriothesley's voice. “—you’re thinking about it, right? Fucking me with your cock too?”

Neuvillette finds himself thinking of breeding his mate and how he’d look gravid. How handsome he’d be on his knot, or laying those eggs; bearing their young—

“Would you like to know what I’m thinking of?” he purrs, a low rumble in his chest. Neuvillette sinks a thumb into Wriothesley alongside those tentacles, testing the give. Loose enough. Greedy for more. His thumb slides to the last knuckle and the both of them groan.

“Yes, yes—”

Neuvillette slicks his cock with his other hand. He pulls at Wriothseley’s hole, spreading it to press just the tip inside. He rolls his hips gently, rocking his cock deeper and deeper with every sweet thrust. The coolness of the tentacles offers a strange juxtaposition to the tight heat of Wriothesley's body.

“Oh gods,” murmurs Wriothesley. “Oh, oh fuck. Archons—”

Neuvillette growls at that, his next thrust a little rougher. “Wriothesley,” he snaps, hissing at the tight vice of his velvet insides the moment his thighs meet the soft swell of his mate’s ass.

Wriothesley whines. “Sorry, I just—” He yanks Neuvillette close, desperate to touch, desperate to breathe the same air. “Baby, please.”

How can he deny him? Neuvillette seeks out his mouth for a needy kiss, drowning in Wriothesley's taste. He moves, thrusting into him, his cock pulling out to the tip only to fuck right back in. “The Archons,” he muses, nipping at Wriothesley's mouth. “Not here. No, there is only a dragon here now.”

Wriothesley cries out his name as Neuvillette sinks his teeth into the meat of his shoulder. Hips rise and fall to meet every thrust of his cock. And those tentacles—Neuvillette slips a hand between them to pet that bulge again, those errant thoughts clouding his brain.

He will not last long; neither of them will. Wriothesley arches in the bed, stuffed full of his cock and tentacles, writhing in the sheets. He cries out, hoarse, begging for more, praising Neuvillette for how it feels, how much he loves it, how he needs more.

“Tentacles,” teases Neuvillette. He cups Wriothesley's face, thumbing at that scar underneath his eye. “You would ask for the most ridiculous of things. And now, it is my turn.”

“Neuvillette—”

“I was thinking of breeding you,” he says then, nosing at Wriothesley's temple. He smells like tea and leather, like unfettered desire and love. “My love, my beloved—all I can think about is fucking you full. Would you let me? Can I indulge in this fantasy?”

The answer is a resounding yes. Wriothesley comes the moment Neuvillette’s hand drops to stroke his cock. He clenches so tightly that Neuvillette’s free hand nearly shreds the sheets. “Just like that,” hisses Neuvillette, his next thrusts sharp and heavy.

He spills with a grunt, slicking Wriothesley's insides with his spend. Then he grinds deep, his hips slapping against Wriothesley's ass with a wet squelch. Wriothesley's neck is bared, deliciously on display. Neuvillette can’t help but suck a mark into it as his instincts nearly boil him alive.

It isn’t until Wriothesley brushes back his bangs that Neuvillette realizes his tentacles have melted away in that hazy aftermath. The bed is wet and sodden. Wriothesley shudders as Neuvillette moves, his cock shifting inside of him.

“Wait, no, stay.”

Neuvillette stays, collapsing against Wriothesley who just sighs against his face. He keeps petting his hair, fingers tracing down the long length of one of Neuvillette’s horns. There may be muttered words about a bath, about cleaning up, about resting—all of which Wriothesley ignores.

“So yeah, tentacles,” laughs Wriothesley. “I think you’re the one that needs rest, though. Did it hurt?”

“Hurt?”

“To admit your desires? It’s rare to hear such dirty talk from you—Ow—”

Neuvillette’s teeth sink into his flesh for a bite that’s a little too hard. Wriothesley hisses but doesn’t push him off, accepting his fate. And he loves it, Neuvillette knows he does; he’ll catch Wriothesley admiring the mark left behind in the mirror later.

“Mmhn. I love you,” he says, kissing that bite mark, soothing it with his tongue. “Even when considering your dubiously inclined preference for tentacles—”

“It isn’t a preference!”

Of course, not. But Neuvillette can’t help but be amused nonetheless.

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