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avephelis · 1 month

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Plz tell me all about your dunmesh party!!! Also can I try to draw some of them???

OF COURSE YOU CAN?? I'D BE HONOURED!! and they're actually all sonas! came about in an aggie voice call. there is a little bit of lore though let me remember it-

basically the gist of things is that they venture into the dungeon to aquire. erm. "monster and adventurer stock". which is totally normal and moral and definitely doesn't involve hacking limbs off of living or dead bodies.

i think there was a bit of stuff on each of us if i can remember it? i'll put that under the cut

top left: mine! he's a tall-man. mainly does a lot of melee fighting and survivalist stuff (would definitely know his way around a monster cookout and freak biology autism session too), but his competence is nerfed by an insanely stupid lack of impulse control or concentration. has definitely died the most times. also, we decided the dungeon meshi equivalent of contact lenses would be a spell that enhances vision but comes with the drawback of keeping your eyes open unless you conciously make an effort to close them. so not only does he have my freaky predator stare he definitely sleeps staring at you.

top middle: goober's (@liverteeth)! dwarf who specialises in healing magic, but she tends to use it less for helping people and more for uh. body horror fucked up science medical malpractice. they and my guy are definitely the most invested in the "party business", so to speak.

top right: cam's (@craftycalico)! tall-man/beast-man (calico cat), if i remember correctly they were going to be mainly specialised in tracking and trap-laying, in a very classically ranger sense. a lot of experience with the outdoors.

bottom left: term's (@t3rm1n0s)! half-foot who TRIES to specialise in elemental/combat magic, but considering as far as i remember half-foots don't have a whole lot of mana, he'd probably just. blow himself up lmao? the weird little propellor hat twig thing could be some sort of monster parasite that helps with that, though. regardless he's excellent emotional support! height-stunted heart of the party.

bottom middle: andy's (@bandy-andy)! kobold weaponsmith and the party muscle! he actually doesn't care at all about the party's limb-hacking deal and just tags along with them to use the chance as an excuse to study dungeon architecture, which he has a vested interest in, and otherwise wouldn't be able to study venturing into the dungeons on his own.

bottom right: ari's (@arieava)! half-elf who ACTUALLY acts as the party's cleric in a more traditional sense. specialises less in healing the body though and more in spiritual protection and rituals. not super sure about the whole limb-hacking thing but he's kind of in too deep at this point.

i think that's everything i remember but i might've recalled something wrong in which case one of these freaks i have tagged will maybe beat the shit out of me. OH WELL! anyway. chaotic evil ass failparty let's be honest here.

#not sure how to tag this one but i should for sorting purposes so uhh #dunmeshi sona #mcytblr arthouse #asks #oh and erm #tw mutilation #lmao #if you did draw any of them i would love you forever and ever tbh

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normiematsu · 7 months

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READING TAGS AND SCREAMING!!!!!!! HUHHHH THANKS........ BUT MY AGGIE SECRET SAUCE.... is....................

idk i didnt think it was secret sauce but here's my brain's setup when im working there. for linework it's just the pixel pen at 1 px size and then im just slapping down my lines quickly and by believing in my line confidence putting that arm to WERKKK. when im doing lineart my goal is always to express everything i need with as few intentional strokes as possible

colors im just eyeballing if i'm being real even if im referencing another photo, no eyedropper tool to start with. if things look good together it works for me. vibes first and understanding of color theory second. except for this thing i learned in college and never stopped thinking about, i think this technique is genuine secret sauce. this pic is from andrew loomis' book creative illustration but in general u can find more examples similar to this by looking up subsurface scattering

i use the basic round brush @ different softness levels for coloring everything bc i am too boomer brained to figure out where that one fun textured brush is that a couple of u guys use. posing isn't aggie specific i do this everywhere but keeping it loosey goosey and gestural 24/7 bc im not anatomy's bitch when it comes to drawing cartoons online. thinking abt my little barbie dolls having so much energy in their line of action it's like they drank a case of red bull before i started. do u guys want to call next time or smth for realtime "words" of "wisdom" its hard to explain over text☝️🤓

#I WIKE DRAWING!!!!!!! also i need to put my art degree to good use #it would be really funny if we did like a paint and sip theme next time everyone draws the same thang #wait actually screenshot redraw. that could be so fun and funny #What Ever i just like drawing with anypony whatever we do is fine

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forestshadow-wolf · 1 year

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El's Master list

Hi, call me El. I post cod shit, and occasionally fics. I talk to my mutuals a lot. like A LOT a lot. I don't post anything spicier than suggestive, go to mt sideblog @what-in-the-gloobie-glob for that, but don't expect much

Um I'm hard to offend, so if you wanna send me hatemail at least be creative :) if you send anyone else hatemail you're not allowed on my blog

a few rules before we start:

homophobes, transphobes, racists, pedophiles, ableists, zoophiles, and zionists are not welcome here. you are not welcome if you are just being an asshole in general, not saying you have to be nice, but don't be mean. Additionally I DO NOT support the use of AI in any art from including writing and audio. Here is the list

now that the necessary info is out of they way. feel free to make any request, my askbox is always open and anon is left on (dangerous I know), I cannot guarantee that any ask will be answered with any efficiency, but it will be answered eventually.

while I mentioned all the people who are not allowed on my blog, please know that the only problem I actively talk about is homophobia and transphobia. this DOES NOT diminish any of the other problematic topics, they are simply the ones that apply most to my blog. PLEASE DO NOT FORGET ABOUT ANY OF THESE PROBLEMS!!!

I do have a link to a bunch of downloaded Ao3 fics, fics that I have personally read, in the event that the website goes down for an extended period of time again (DDoS of 2023). there IS a link to give me suggestions for fics to download, only taking completed fics.

My Ao3: PotatoBeanFestival

My Fics and WiPs

Blossoms of Love - Master list Perched Unlikely - Master list I.S.B.T.P.K.F.T.S - Master list (on hiatus) WiPs and AUs drabbles

Linguistics and Other

Scottish phonetics Sensitivity writing

Fight AI w/ Glaze and Nightshade

Mental health and other tips

Genuine depression tips some of these help me

Gross does not mean moral failing

Half-assed is better than no-assed (do it the "wrong" way) Aggie-Jean says you ARE hot shit!! And to drink responsibly

Driving tips part 2

Just in case the worst scenario

Downloaded ao3 fics

Heavily recommended reading on ao3 if/when you can though. be sure to leave a Kudos and a Comment! link to give suggestions/recs here!

tossing my blog specific tags down in the tags section

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just-sticks-and-beats · 9 months

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I'm a good bit more niche than all the other AvA creators, but I just wanna check.

If its the secret 4th thing just tell me in the tags.

Testing the waters here since it looks like there hasn't really been one. Btw Aggie is an online collaborative art program, in case you're not familiar.

Pls reblog! I wanna see how much interest there is, but I'd need a better sample size.

#ava #animation vs animator #animator vs animation #oddy's posts #animation vs minecraft #oddy's polls #avm #alan becker

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onepintobean · 1 year

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wipsday!!

Thank you for the tags today and Sunday @whogaveyoupermission @artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @martsonmars @hushed-chorus @imagineacoolusername !!

School is finally (finally!) wrapping up for me. I can see freedom on the horizon. Which means I have so valiantly returned both to tumblr and to wipsday.

My current wip was supposed to be ready for sapphic week, but... time grows short. In whatever case, have some baby gay Aggie:

Pip laughs, and my heart flutters to a stop for a second, and I don’t know why, I don’t know anything. “I have a crush on him,” she confesses. “I’m going to ask him to have lunch with me.” “Don’t get your hopes up,” I say. “He’s practically married to Penelope. And his sword. And to fighting Basil.” “It’s probably worth a shot. Imagine me dating the Chosen One.” I imagine it. And then I stop imagining it. Phillipa is the prettiest girl at school. At least in our year. The crucible put us together for a reason. She could date Simon if she wanted to.

Poor girlie. Hope she figures it out soon.

just a few tags because it is LATE and I am TIRED (what else is new) but consider these your tags for next sunday/whenever and a hi hello and goodnight to @thewholelemon @technetiumai @raenestee @shrekgogurt @yellobb @ileadacharmedlife @brilla-brilla-estrellita and anyone else reading this ❤️

#carry on #wip wednesday

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p-taryn-dactyl · 2 years

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I’ve Got You (sick fic)

a/n: hi everyone! here’s a little Aggie fic that is inspired by events of today (i am sick)! also, Just Another Name part 2 will be posted tonight! Ik right, two fics in one night I’m on fire. anyways, onto the FLUFF word count: 823 warning(s)/trigger warning (i think): mentions of throwing up and nausea (because of illness); tooth rotting fluff; Y/N is written as fem!coded. No but seriously, if throwing up/vomiting is a trigger for you plz don’t read. I just wrote this bc while i was sick today, i wished i had someone to take care of me. tag list: @our-blood-is-our-ink @p-nymph @coolbeans32 (i just thought you might enjoy another agatha fic but be aware of my warnings just in case <3)

This wasn’t exactly how you hoped the night would go.

Instead of candlelit dinner and flirtatious conversation, here you were, hovering over your toilet, watching as your breakfast and lunch swirled in the water. Sighing, you pressed your cheek against the cold porcelain, taking deep breaths as you tried to calm yourself down.

You had woken up with a small fever, barely over 100 degrees, and achy joints, along with a wonderful headache. But, instead of worrying, you took a few ibuprofens and went about your day.

Yeah, that didn’t work out.

You had just been walking around your home, doing casual chores when suddenly your vision went sideways, everything turning so bright until you could barely see. You stumbled your way into your bathroom, aware of what was about to happen. Now you waited as the clock ticked on and you were unable to move from your spot, every movement causing stiffness and bile to rise in your throat.

“I knew I shouldn’t of had that fifth pop tart. Thor’s rubbing off on me.” You grumbled sarcastically as you felt another wave of nausea crash over you. Unfortunately, you were left dry heaving, the sensation of your chest tightening making you cough until tears clouded your eyes and sweat peppered your brow. You reached up to wipe off the sweat but flinched back by how warm your forehead felt.

“That might be a problem.”

You groaned when you felt your hair fall out of the makeshift bun you had made at the nape of your neck. Holding yourself up with one hand, you used the other to hold as much of your hair as possible. Just as your vision once more started turning bright and giving you vertigo, you heard your front door open, the sound of heels echoing on your floor.

“Y/N?”

Shit. Agatha.

In your compromised state, you had forgotten about date night.

“Y/N?” Her voice got closer, slight annoyance and worry painted in her tone.

“In- In here!” Your voice was raspy and words caught in your throat as the muscles inside contracted.

“Darling, why didn’t you show-” Agatha pushed open the bathroom door, her voice fading as she took in your sick state. Your sweat dowsed lounge clothes, your sunken expression, and of course the position you had taken by the toilet.

“Hi Aggs-” as if it was planning the timing, you felt a crashing wave of nausea fall over you. You hurled into the toilet, tears streaming down your face at the burn in your throat and nose.

“Oh honey, oh dear,” Agatha quickly fell to her knees behind you, gathering your hair in one hand, pulling it away from your face as her other hand rubbed your back in comforting strokes, “It’s okay love, it’s okay, I’ve got you.”

You had no idea how much time had passed but after a while, you felt your body slump against the toilet, exhausted. Agatha twisted your hair into a bun, securing it with the hair tie she always kept on her wrist, and wrapped her arms around your waist, placing her chin on your shoulder as she rubbed circles into your stomach. She raised one hand to check your forehead, gasping at the temperature she found.

“Baby, you’re burning up!”

You merely nodded, sagging into Agatha’s warm body. The witch scooped you up into her arms, muttering to herself.

“I’m going to give you a nice warm bath okay? Then you’re going straight to bed.”

You chuckled lightly, jokingly saluting.

“Yes ma’am!”

Agatha filled up the tub with warm water, sprinkling some bath salts for better relaxation. You peeled the sweat soaked clothes from your body, climbing into the tub. You practically immediately felt immensely better. Agatha washed your hair, humming a soft lullaby, making your eyes droopy. Once the water started to feel cold, Agatha picked you up from the bathtub and wrapped you in a towel.

“I’m going to make the bed, can you put pajamas on?” Her tone wasn’t condescending, but full of worry at your weakened state. Normally, you would fire a sarcastic comment at your girlfriend but you just smiled softly and nodded. Throwing on sleep shorts and an oversized sweatshirt you had definitely not stolen from Tony, you felt comfortable and safe, your body swaying on its feet from the exhaustion. Agatha returned with a cold wash rag in her hands, gesturing for you to lay down on the bed. Once you were lying down, Agatha cuddled up behind you, letting your head rest on her chest as she scratched your head lightly. She placed the cold rag on your forehead, the temperature change both startling you and giving you relief from your pounding head. You snuggled against her, your exhausted body quickly falling into sleep.

Agatha kissed your forehead and she too fell asleep with her arm around your wait and hand gently, absent mindlessly ran her fingers through your hair.

a/n: sorry if it felt rushed! also, idk why, but I’m a sucker for head scratchies so i had to sprinkle a little bit of that in there. hopefully someone enjoyed this, in all honesty tho, i wrote this out of pure self indulgence. love you guys <3

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x fem!reader

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n-anon · 1 year

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(TW for a bit of eyestrain)

Eyes watching you in the static of your television late at night? More likely then you think :)

Imma just tag @spookys-art-blog in this cuz I feel like you'd wanna see it lol

(I used Aggie for this on my kindle fire in case your curious, reblogs are appreciated more then likes, thank you!)

#antisepticeye #jacksepticeye

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hanadoesstuffwrong · 3 years

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(I know this is unnecessary, but again, my void. My ramblings)

The sad thing about kat@ang is that, had romance been left out of it, it would probably have been one of my favourite relationships of the show.

They could be so close and their love for eachother could be so pure and sweet. Shipping's fun and all, but I'm really here for the family dynamics people. If nobody got together in the end (all of them being actual children), I literally would love the show more. Sibling-esque relationships are always on a superior level to romantic ones.

A@ng (I'm using the @ because I know some A@ng lovers get a little aggy about these kind of posts and wouldn't want it to accidentally show up on their tag, this isn't A@ng hate) is so adorable and chaotic, he's like the kind of friend I wish I had in my life. Any time I read a fanfic where K/A@ don't get together, he's always so supportive and kind toward her, giving her unconditional love without expecting anything in return.

Watching the show, it would always be a case of I start loving him for the cinammon roll he is, but then the Fortune-teller or Ember Island Players would happen. Suddenly, I would be fourteen again, screaming into a cushion because a boy I was enjoying being friends with had asked me out and would stop talking to me if I said no.

And Katara! All those scenes where she's mothering him or protecting him or generally looking after the manic pixie of a boy? SIBLINGS DO THAT! I have a 5 year old brother (I'm 17) and making sure he eats and gets enough rest and is happy and safe ARE LITERALLY THINGS ME AND MY SISTERS DO EVERY SINGLE DAY!!

Yeah, I know 5 and 12 are massively different ages, but the siblingal protectiveness remains.

Were their relationship made a more loving sibling one than a weird romantic one, any scene where Katara defends A@ng or wants him to be happy all the time becomes sweet and relatable! Not the 14 year old girl making sure her less mature boyfriend is always comfortable because otherwise he'll throw a cosmic tantrum.

Sometimes, for a moment, I can imagine that the protagonist of a show I just started liking reminded me of my amazing, bonkers little brother, rather than that my weird ex-boyfriend.

It would also be refreshing to have a found family show focus on finding family rather than getting a date for once!

#anti kataang #i don't like tagging that on this post #i really can't stand the canon relationship #but I don't hate the characters #i just hate the canon romance #my posts #kataang salt #this isn't even that salty #i feel bad #this is super specific to my experiences #after avoiding him for weeks i ended up saying yes to that guy on the condition that nothing changed between us #i was terrified of losing a friend #so i ended up being stressed and miserable for three months instead #after i broke up with him #true to his word #he barely ever spoke to me again #i spent my last year at that school hiding in my parents' classrooms because i had no friends left #and that's the story of why i now have social anxiety and zero real connections #throw in adhd and childhood trauma #i could literally make a post about how kata@ng literally does everything to infuriate me specifically #but i won't #maybe

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xpurpleeclipse · 3 years

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Forbidden Love ~ Chapter One: The 'Horrible' School Trip | Mathew Baynton FanFic

*Beep beep!* *Beep beep!*

5am. Time to get up. Today was going to be a long day. A longer day than usual. But today was THE day. I honestly think I was more excited than the kids.

I turned over, snoozed the alarm on my phone and pushed myself out of bed. As I looked back, I could see that Eric was readjusting. I didn't know if he was actually awake or not. Quite frankly I didn't want to poke the bear especially at this time of morning. I got up and started to scramble for my work clothes. I needed to make sure that I looked at least half decent today. I was going to make sure of that!

'Why are you getting up earlier than usual? It's only a silly school trip. Come back to bed for half an hour.' Eric mumbled as I tried to escape the bedroom with the items of clothing that I needed to spruce myself up in my hands. 'I can't. You know how important today is. I need to make sure I'm prepared for a very long day.' I heard him groan. He had never been a fan of me taking on extra commitments at work. 'Like I said, it's a silly school trip. It's not really that important Lottie. I hate how you always end up working long hours. I thought teaching was meant to be a 9 to 5 job.' I rolled my eyes, ignored his comment and headed to the bathroom to get ready.

No one, not even Eric, was going to rain on my parade today.

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As the coach pulled up outside the venue, the bus started to buzz with excitement. 'Right Y9, you need to listen very carefully to the following instructions...' Aggie or Mrs Carter as she was formally known by the students was the head of the History department. She was a lovely woman but she was regimented in her ways. Everything needed to be done a certain way and everything had to be done correctly otherwise she would turn into the teacher from hell. Or it seemed that way anyway!

I waited for the cohort of students to leave the bus before I did a quick sweep of the seats to ensure that nothing had been left behind before joining them outside the theatre. 'Miss Thorne, what are we actually going to be doing today?' One of the girls near me asked. The agenda for the day was to meet with the Horrible Histories cast and have a Q&A session before the students participated in a workshop with some of the cast. It had been a long time since the troupe had done anything related to Horrible Histories so it was a special one off occasion. The cast had taken time out of their busy schedules filming their new series 'Ghosts' for the BBC to come and work with the students from Humphrey High School. I didn't know exactly who was going to be conducting the workshop or what to even expect from it, but I was hoping that I'd get to meet him at least. Either way, it seemed like it was going to be a fun filled day.

Before I knew it, I could hear Aggie bellowing over the students. 'Please keep to the left! Come on Y9, you need to make sure you are on the left so you are out of the way. Harry! Are you listening to my instructions!? Move to the side!' Well, it might be a fun filled day if everyone managed to behave.

Whilst the students were lining up, a lady appeared at the door. Her name tag said 'Helen.' She was going to be our 'guide' for the day as the theatre wasn't prepared to let us run riot. I couldn't blame them. Just from the outside you could see how glorious and glamorous the building was. 'Morning everyone! My name is Helen and I'm going to be looking after you all today. If you could follow me inside please, that would be lovely.' She smiled before opening the door and gesturing for the students to start following her inside. Aggie followed the first lot of students. I stayed behind so I could keep an eye on the students at the back, Harry being one of them.

As we walked into the theatre, some of the students looked around with awe on their faces. 'Wow! Miss, I've never actually been to a theatre before. It looks well old in 'ere.' I chuckled. Although we lived near London, it never ceased to amaze me how many of our students had never explored the sights and sounds of the city. Helen guided the students into the auditorium where the students were going to meet and greet the cast of Horrible Histories and participate in a Q&A.

As the last of the students filed in, Aggie came over and said 'they seem settled enough. Let's just keep an eye on the usual suspects.' I nodded and smiled before taking a seat on the end of one of the rows. The seats were a little bit stiff but the fabric was so soft to touch. The regal red of the fabric really matched the décor in the auditorium too. Helen took herself up on the stage so that she could greet the students and staff properly.

'Right, good morning everyone! It's lovely to have you here with us today. Are we all excited for the day ahead?' The students gave an unenthusiastic 'yeah' in response. I chuckled as secretly I knew they were all excited but they never truly wanted to show off their emotions in case it came across as 'uncool.' Typical teenagers. Plus, I think Helen's energetic and enthusiasm was far too much for them to take on board. 'Oh I think we can do better than that. As you know, the cast of Horrible Histories is here! Very exciting!' There was no response to this. I felt sorry for the woman as she tried to hype up the tired teens. 'Yes, exciting indeed. We will get started in approximately five minutes. Whilst we wait, I just want to go over a few 'house' rules that we have here at the theatre...' Poor woman. She wasn't helping herself. Students rolling their eyes, muttering under their breath. Typical teenagers!

After what seemed like an eternity, some movement in the wings caught my eye. I couldn't see who it was but I'm sure it meant that Helen's speech on the dos and don'ts of the theatre was coming to an end. 'So please remember, no mess is to be left in the auditorium. We want to make sure we keep our theatre nice and clean.' Helen looked both ways into the wings. It appeared that something, or someone had caught her eye too. 'Right, so without further ado. May I present to you the cast of Horrible Histories!' Onto the stage walked the six familiar faces that graced my classroom's interactive whiteboard every week. I could see the students' faces light up. Harry was sat bouncing in his chair with excitement. Here we go...

#mathew baynton #horrible histories #horrible histories fanfiction #mat baynton #mathew baynton fanfiction #fanfiction

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tiliamericana · 3 years

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Muay Thai: 1.07

Read From Start | Read Ahead | Home Site

Nairi stared at the window. The window stared back. The window very much wanted her to know that its name was “Joe”.

Linden swung back out of the doorway of the bar, looking between Nairi and the window, and she grinned. “Yeah, Joe’s just like this,” she said, grabbing Nairi’s wrist and tugging her towards the door. “Come on, you’ll see what I’m talking about.”

The inside of the bar was warmly lit, and while it wasn’t fancy it was definitely nicer than the dive Linden had set on fire last week. The lights hung low from the ceiling in eclectic, mismatched lamp shades, yellow and incandescent despite what felt like five million articles a week about the environment and fluorescent lighting. The booth seats were lined with shiny red vinyl, stacked along the wall opposite the long bar with its tall stools. The lights behind the bar were big, painted bulbs on a string, decorating two signs in clashing materials that read ‘JOE’ and ‘JOE’S KITCHEN’ in different fonts and stretching along the shelves that were cluttered with bottles that looked like they’d been arranged with more mind paid to how they looked than their cost or use. There was an old-fashioned popcorn machine sitting on the corner with a wire rack stacked high with paper cones, and a flowerpot on the back counter with ‘TIPS’ painted on it in colourful dots. A short and cheerful looking guy in a black shirt and thick rimmed glasses was drying a cocktail shaker with a rag, and he grinned at the two of them as they approached the bar.

Linden dropped Nairi’s wrist and slammed her hands down on the counter, gesturing towards the bartender. “Nairi, this is Joe! He runs a great bar.”

“Right,” said Nairi, nodding at him after a moment, hand raised very slightly to wave across the bar. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too!” said Joe, setting the shaker on the counter and draping the rag over his shoulder. “At last—Linden never shuts up about you. Can I grab you guys a drink?”

Linden what?

“Whatcha got on the non-alcoholic front?” asked Linden, totally unbothered by this assertion, grinning animatedly with glossy lips and blushed cheeks. She winked and elbowed Nairi lightly. “Nairi’s tee-total. Not big on the caffeine, either.”

“Just a coke is fine,” said Nairi to Joe with another awkward nod.

“Oh, I can do you an orange juice if caffeine’s a bug,” said Joe brightly, pulling a glass off the rack in front of him. “Gotta say, coke’s got too much for me on nights I’m not working, don’t like to drink it after the sun’s down, y’know? Or if you wanna go a bit fancy I can whip up a mocktail! Dash of grenadine, shot of mango, tiny umbrella, the works?”

“Orange juice is great, thanks,” said Nairi after a moment, hooking her hands into her back pockets to stop them from clasping in front of her chest.

“Coke’s got caffeine in it?” said Linden, leaning on the bar.

Joe nodded, bending at the waist and pulling a bottle of orange juice out of one of the clear fronted fridges behind him. “Yeah! I guess ‘cause it’s sweet most people don’t think of it. Can I grab ya something, Lindy? I got a new case of chocolate stout in on Tuesday, it’s pretty great.”

Linden laughed, kicking her toe back behind her to prop on the floor as she leaned in. “Oh, don’t tempt me—you know how I feel about stouts! Can I just have a vodka on a rock?”

Joe laughed and nodded as he finished pouring the orange juice, pulling out a squat glass and depositing the largest ice cube Nairi had ever seen into it. He poured a generous amount of vodka over the ice, then finished each drink with a splash of pink grenadine and a novelty straw. Linden’s had a heart shaped loop in it.

He pushed set them on the counter in front of them with a grin, and Nairi smiled back, handing over her card.

A warm hand found Nairi’s, Linden guiding them towards a booth at the back of the room. Nairi glanced at her, eyes flicking around the room for a bin where she could get rid of her novelty straw. “How do you feel about stouts?”

Linden’s mouth twitched. “No clue,” she admitted. “They’re like, the dark ones, right? Joe’s really big on his beers.”

“You’re not?” said Nairi, her mouth twitching a little.

Linden held up her vodka in a mock salute with a wink. “I’m more in favour of efficiency and having fun.”

“A woman after my own heart,” said Nairi.

Linden giggled, the lines around her eyes creasing as they drew to a halt by the backmost booth, occupied by two colourful hairstyles and a grouchy looking ginger in glasses. The first two Nairi recognised from Linden’s texts—the grad student friends with musical talent. The ginger was a mystery.

“Guys, this is Nairi!” said Linden to the table, prompting the three of them to turn their heads with a chorus of greetings, curious eyes lingering on Nairi. “Nairi, this is Mason,” soft faced man, teal hair flat ironed into a fringe over one eye, “Flo,” a young black woman, her cornrows and wayfarer style glasses in matching shades of bright pink, “and Agatha!” solving the mystery of the ginger.

“Welcome to the post-grad misery zone,” said Mason, toasting her with a pink and fizzy drink complete with a straw to match Linden’s. “Agatha’s just submitted her PhD thesis, we’re commiserating.”

“Oh, uh, congratulations?” said Nairi to Agatha.

“Thanks,” said Agatha tiredly, shoving her glasses up her nose.

“No!” said Flo, slapping the table with a wide grin. “We cannot congratulate you before your defence, it’s bad luck! We’ll jinx you!”

Mason laughed, a little too loudly, shaking his head as Linden slid into the seat next to Flo with a short cackle, patting the vinyl next to her with a grin at Nairi. “We’ll crack out the leg-breaking wishes on the day for you, Aggy,” she said, leaning into a hug from Flo.

Nairi perched awkwardly at the edge of the booth, setting her pink-tinged juice on the table. Agatha’s eyes kept flicking towards her as she and Mason talked about scheduling logistics and email exchanges with professors. Nairi tried not to let it bother her and took a sip of her drink, turning her head to tune into Linden and Flo where they’d gone rapid fire into chatting about… performances? She thought they’d been arguing about theatre curses, but they were well into local bands now, the conversation jumping so quickly she couldn’t keep track.

She turned the glass around in her hand, fingers twitching slightly, and then glanced up as she heard footsteps approaching. Edith caught her eye, slowing to a halt on her way past the table. “Oh, hello again,” she said, sounding faintly amused as her eyebrow twitched up and disrupted her usual frown. “I heard you two had an exciting week.”

“Not really. Kinda quiet,” said Nairi, taking another sip of her juice.

Edith gave a quiet scoff of a laugh, rapping her knuckles on the tabletop next to Nairi’s hand. “Really? That’s not quite what Nicholas has been saying.”

Nairi hummed, setting her glass down.

Edith collected a neat whiskey from a round-faced young woman who joined her from the bar. “This is Verity,” she said, nodding at her. “Verity, this is Nairi and the redhead is Linden, the one who knows people in town closer to your age.”

At a guess Verity was about ten years older than anyone else at the table. Edith didn’t appear to care about this fact. Nairi nodded at her with an awkward smile, her teeth toggling with a tag of skin on the inside of her cheek. “Nice to meet you. Excuse me, uh, I just—need the bathroom a second.”

“Have fun,” said Edith glibly as Nairi stood and edged past her.

Nairi ignored her as she strode to the back of the bar, trying not to pick up speed as she went.

Mercifully the bathroom was empty. It was a small, two stall affair, and while Joe’s sense of interior design had extended into the room in the questionable paint choices and a talking bass over the paper towel dispenser, it was also quiet. She hesitated, then wedged the door shut, leaning her back against it and covering her face with her hands.

What was she doing? It was only three people. Three of Linden’s friends, that was all. Edith and Verity made five, but that wasn’t a crowd. She’d been in crowded bars, filled with way more people, louder volumes, far, far more confusing conversations—

And when she escaped to the bathroom it was usually to snort something before she went back out and glared at everyone who tried to talk to her, filled in the cynical voice that sat in the back of her head.

Suddenly the bathroom was the last place she wanted to be. She glared at the floor and stood up properly, setting the cold tap on the tiny sink to full blast and shoving her hands under the stream. She slammed the soap dispenser aggressively and started scrubbing at her hands, wrinkling her nose at the strong, sickly scent. Water splashed up her sleeves as she took deep breaths through her nose, counting down from one hundred silently.

By the time she turned off the tap her hands were numb, the paper towel scraping her skin through what felt like a thick, protective coating all over her fingers. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath before exiting the bathroom.

When she came back out there’d been a switch in the conversational configurations and she paused, looking around to see if there was somewhere she’d… fit. It was worth it, to try, wasn’t it?

Mason and Flo were knocking elbows at the bar, looking at liquor bottles, while Verity and Edith had joined Agatha for a conversation that apparently required a lot of serious expressions and shredded napkins. Linden had swapped tables entirely, engaged deeply in a conversation with an older woman.

Nairi started to drift towards them, catching a snippet of what they were saying.

“—yeah, it definitely gets easier once you’re off the spiro, after,” Linden was saying as she rolled a beer bottle between her hands, previous glass empty on the table in front of her. “I go for injections these days, I’m like, totally useless at remembering to take a daily pill, though I did while I was in college.”

“I’ve been considering swapping,” said the woman, nodding at Linden. “My partner gets squeamish with needles, though—”

Nairi’s feet turned to head towards the bar without her actively thinking about it. She had no desire to discuss anything relating to needles or medication right now, no matter how benign.

“Oh, I knew if I left them alone they’d get into hormones!” said a cheerful voice from just beside her.

Nairi turned and was greeted by a short, androgynous looking blond with their hand outstretched. For lack of a better response, she shook it.

“I’m Avery,” they said, smiling widely. “Are you Nairi? Your friend, Linden, mentioned you before I left her alone with Cynth and let them derail straight into titty-skittle talk.”

Nairi latched onto one part of the sentence without meaning to. “Synth?”

Avery burst out laughing. “Sorry! Cynthia—my wife. I have to shorten every name, it’s my worst trait!”

“No-o! We all do it, you’ll fit right in!” cried out Flo, wrapping an arm around Avery’s shoulders and squeezing. “Nairi! Come sit with us! Avery uses they as a personal pronoun, isn’t that cool?”

“Um, very cool,” said Nairi, letting herself follow them up to the front of the bar where Mason and Joe were very seriously discussing what the essential components of a good Manhattan were.

Flo and Avery giggled, jostling up against each other and Nairi as they took the seats next to Mason. Joe grinned at them as they sat, Mason taking a dainty sip of his cocktail through a comically small straw. “Hey, hey! Anything I can get for you ladies and genderqueer? Another juice?” he said, winking at Nairi.

Flo gasped, slapping the top of the bar. “Mocktails! Joe, do you know any good mocktails?”

“Oh, no, it’s okay—” started Nairi, but Flo and Avery were nodding eagerly, and someone’s hand patted her shoulder.

“I love mocktails!” crowed Avery, nodding eagerly. “Cynth thinks they’re dumb—she’s a grain alcohol kinda lady—”

“I might know some mocktails,” said Joe loudly, and Mason, Avery and Flo cheered raggedly, Flo clapping over the counter.

Joe did make a good mocktail, or at least a tasty one. Tasty wasn’t always the same as ‘good’ when it came to regular cocktails, but she thought hers might be pineapple based and it was sweet, so Nairi thought it was good. The others were easy conversation too; they didn’t actively leave her out, but no one was leaning on her to talk, and when she did, at least one of them paid attention.

Still, when she heard her name called she was grateful for the excuse to walk away from the loud chatter.

“There you are,” said Linden cheerfully as she stopped at the table, the seating arrangement having cycled through again. She and Agatha were on one side of the booth, their cheeks reddened from the booze, or the warmth, or the conversation, Nairi couldn’t tell. Edith was sprawled across from them, taking up the whole bench seat and looking highly amused by whatever they were talking about. “Do you wanna go for a ride?” Linden asked guilelessly, looking up at Nairi as she took a drink from her beer.

“Yeah, sure,” said Nairi, shrugging at her. “Where were you thinking of heading out to?”

Edith snorted and Linden shrugged back. “Don’t know yet, still mulling it over. You left your drink at the bar,” she added. She was still smiling, but there was something cynical lurking in her eyebrows.

“Oh, thanks,” said Nairi, with the nagging feeling that she’d missed something.

There was a small kerfuffle as she turned to head back to the bar, rustling of cloth and Linden saying, “You see what I mean?” about something.

Her drink was where she’d left it, Flo and the others were being corralled back to the booths by Cynthia, and when she turned around, Agatha was standing there, looking a little flushed. “Hi,” she said, blinking at her.

“Hi,” said Agatha, and then, all at once: “Do you want to get out of here?”

“Yes,” said Nairi immediately, a rush of relief filling at her at the sudden escape route in front of her.

“Really?” said Agatha, smiling at her. “I, I meant—with me?”

Nairi smiled back at her. “Yeah.” Agatha was cute, in an angry kind of way, she thought, suddenly speculative. And god only knew it had been too long since she’d had any kind of intimacy like that, friendly or otherwise. Besides, if it went downhill she could probably take her. “Let me just say goodbye to Linden, she doesn’t like it when I vanish without warning her.”

“Oh, of course,” said Agatha, nodding, her cheeks reddening. “I’ll meet you outside?”

Nairi set her glass down in the ‘return zone’ Joe had marked out on the bar in neon washi tape (it had parking bays, he was really committed to the quirky bit) and walked back over to Linden’s booth, feeling like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. “Hey, I’m heading home for the night,” she said casually, nudging Linden’s shoulder with her knuckles.

Linden’s eyes widened as she looked up, gaze darting past Nairi then back. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” said Nairi, nodding at her. “It was good to get out of the house. I’ll text you later?”

“Sure,” said Linden, tone clipped, nodding. Across the table Edith was visibly laughing into her hand. “Later.”

Nairi headed towards the exit and Agatha, and behind her she heard Edith’s laughter suddenly rise in volume over the chatter.

#series honey tree #book muay thai #serial fiction #lgbt fiction #107

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enforalla · 4 years

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answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people you would like to get to know a little better.

nickname: aggie. real name: agnes zodiac: gemini height: 1.68m what time is it?: 23:01 ( i should go to sleep bc fucking hell man ) favorite musician/group: idk dude... MF DOOM, open mike eagle and fleetwood mac are like currently my standard answer. favorite sports team: the swedish female biathlon team. look the drama this sport gives me is so much. other blogs: don’t have one which is active do i get asks?: yes and i want all the stuff even if i am shit at asnwering stuff at times how many blogs do i follow?: a lot. though a lot of them honestly is a lot of unactive accounts from my friends ins case they come back so i can go and annoy them. any tumblr crushes?: look tbh two of them are my own acounts so i am just going with myself bc i can. lucky number: i actually don’t have one. what am i wearing right now?: big shirt and no pants bc i am home dream vacation: anywhere where i can be a history nerd really. dream car: don’t really want one. want to live a life where i don’t need one. favorite food: chips.......look i like them too much for my own good drink of choice: water bc i am crazy like that languages: fluent in english and swedish and can speak/understand some very very basic some basic Italian instruments: tbh like not any. i played saxophone a really really short period and like might remember somethings from that. tho i mean i can fucking get my voice hella loud tho if that counts as being realted to this. celebrity crushes?: terry crews random fact: i find the game civilization 6 to be one that i somehow kinda find a bit boring but also will spend a whole day without realizing in playing tagged by: @marawrder ( omg stop being so obsessed with me )

tagging : idk bro. just steal it and tag me i want to learn about people.

#. ooc . dash stuff .#. ooc . honestly i don't know .

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arlothia · 4 years

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Fan Fiction Author Tag Game

Hahaha! Yes, I definitely saw this coming @terribleteej.

However!!!!!

.....I only have one fic on AO3 :P So answers there would get super boring.

BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I DO have an FFN account and I’ll do my best to answer these accordingly :P

FFN username: Arlothia

Number of works: 30

1. Fic you spent the most time on: Deeeefinitely “Arrows and Impalas / Hunters and Spies“ which I’m co-writing with the amazing @aggie2011whoop! We started it in 2015 and are still going....slowly :P

2. Fic you spent the least time on: “I'm Dreaming of Home” (which is really just a ‘hey! This could make a new fun verse in a song used in a movie’, so no, it didn’t take long).

3. Longest fic: And we’re back to “Arrows and Impalas / Hunters and Spies“ ( “Arrows and Impalas / Hunters and Spies“ ), though if we’re being fair, only about half (or less) of those words are Aggie’s...

4. Shortest fic: "From Juliet to Romeo" (204 words) - a school project where we had to write letters between 'Romeo and Juliet' characters (I love the challenge of writing in iambic pentameter!)

5. Most hits: I’m counting “follows” as hits for this one (even though there IS a traffic counter, but that’s way too involved to get a count for this meme!!), and that would AGAIN be “Arrows and Impalas / Hunters and Spies“ with 330 follows.

6. Most kudos: I’m counting “favorites” as kudos for this one, in which case, that would be, you guessed it! “Arrows and Impalas / Hunters and Spies“ with 57 favorites.

7. Most comment threads: Haha!! I know how to look for this one! So going to my inbox, I can see who’s reviews I responded to and how long that went on! In this case, the fic is “Fallen Father” and the reviewer and I shared 95 messages, with 48 of those as mine.

8. Favorite fic you’ve written: Well now this is getting hard!! But I’d actually have to go with an original story of mine called “My Soldier” which is based on the life of one of my old family hospital nurse’s grandmother. That fic was purely inspired and I still love it to this day!!

9. Fic you want to rewrite/expand upon: Hahaha! Well, I’m pretty good on rewrites, but for expanding, that would definitely be “Arrows and Impalas / Hunters and Spies“ because I want to keep going!!! :)

10. Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea you’re planning: Well, I don’t have a proper WIP at the moment, just a whoooooooole lot of ideas swirling around, some of them clumped in groups for the same story, but the one I’ve been kinda passionate about lately is an original fic idea about a British boy who is sold into indentured servitude to the American Colonies out of necessity (something that happened way too often back then) and then gets involved with the American Revolution. I have the picture for what I want in my head and I’m really excited about it!!

If you’re seeing this, then: TAG!! YOU’RE IT!!! This is where tag memes go to die so this is the way things will be spread via my blog!

#me #mine #terribleteej #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #meme #tag meme #ao3 #ffn #author #writer

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