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Crossfire -----✈︎ 3

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x F!Reader | 1 | 2 | 4 | 5 |

Word Count: 4,887

Summary: With weeks of work under your belt, the mission grows near. You are given your assignments and you're not happy with them. Instead of putting aside your emotions - you let them drive, which makes things far more complicated than the actual mission you need to endure.

Content Warning: This is a successor to the first part, please read that first! || This story will have TopGun: Maverick plot line elements to it and will possibly spoil the movie for you. Please be aware. This - and all of my stories - is 18+. By continuing to read you agree that you are 18 or older and that any content you come across is by your own decision.

Author Note: Well, well, well, look what we have here! It’s the next part and honestly one of my favorite parts if you ask me. We’re really getting into the nitty gritty now. I’m having so much fun with y’all I hope you enjoy this part :D

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With the timeline for the mission having been pushed up, it made you that more tense and emphatically stressed. You had two days before Maverick was picking who’d be flying.

Which is why you’re sitting in the dark in the common room, F-18 manual in your lap. Unable to sleep from nerves, you put the energy towards studying. Studying what? Valid question. You knew the book inside and out, had gone through emergency training, water exercises, you’d had an engine fail on you for cripes sake. Yet, here you are with seven different colored highlighters and a fresh copy of the manual you’d tattooed to your memory.

Sipping at your (now cold) tea, you highlight the proper section with the corresponding color. You’re about to dig into the gummy bears at your side when you hear someone clearing their throat. Your head shoots up, only to be greeted with a very sleep deprived Bradshaw. Very shirtless... Bradshaw. He’s got a pair of leather sandal flip flops on and some sweatpant style shorts, rubbing at his face.

“Is this tied to the callsign or… just being weird?” He asks, rolling his wrist to check the time. “Because it’s currently 4:30 in the morning.” Soon, he’s shuffling over to the couch you’ve made home the past four hours, making room by pulling pillows off the cushions.

“Just… being weird, I guess. I couldn’t sleep.” You admit as he lets all his weight fall to the couch, looking at the book in your hand. Rooster reaches over, taking the manual and then shutting it. You’re about to dispute his actions as he takes it from you, but he's moving far faster than you can react. A whine leaves you and he looks at you, holding the book up above you with a look that says ‘really?’

“Do you remember what Mav said, day one? They’ve got this book memorized just like you do, sweets. That’s not gonna help.” He’s quickly switching the book from one hand to the other, setting it on the other side of the couch. Once there, he’s letting his arm drop around your shoulder, slowly bringing you in, letting you get comfy against him. ”Practice is the best you can do, and you had great exercises this week.” You glance up at him and see his head is resting on the wall behind the couch, eyes closed. He looks exhausted...

“Why are you awake?” You question, shifting to get comfy as you pull a blanket over both of you.

“I woke up, grabbed a drink and saw the common room light was on. Figured I’d double check that someone wasn’t binging on gummy bears.” You roll your eyes as he speaks, but you also hear the crinkle of the candy wrapper, only for a few of the gummies to make their way to his mouth.

“Hey.” You whine, which wins you an eye peeking open and looking down at you. He smiles as he chews, pulling you closer.

“My point is, you’re gonna do just fine.” His hand is now reassuringly making a soothing path up and down your arm, both of you curled up on the couch, reaching to the gummy bear bag every now and then. It’s a few more minutes before you speak again.

“What if it doesn’t go fine? You heard Admiral Simmons. You need not one but two miracles to pull this off.” The male doesn’t give you an answer. You think he’s sleeping, honestly, but when he shifts you can tell he isn’t.

“Don’t think. Just do.” Unknown to you, Maverick had told him the same bit of advice, mere hours earlier. As the two of you sit in the common room, he begins to hum a tune, making you smile, closing your own eyes. It’s not long after that he’s patting your arm. “Hey, grab a coat, I’ve got an idea.”

You pick up all your stuff and navigate to your dorm, dropping everything off, grabbing the first jacket you see, a streak of denim blue following you as you make your way to the parking lot again. Once there, Rooster opens your door before jumping in. It doesn’t take him long to find his destination, a parking lot right along the shore, not even off base. It’s the Commander’s Beach, which meant it was for the Navy’s use only. But, he backed into the spot, guided you to the trunk, and curled you both up in blankets just as the orange hue of the sun began to come from the shoreline. You’re laid back on his chest, resting comfortably as you watch the colors transform the sky, the darkness of the night slipping away as the colors melt together. Rooster glances up at the sky every now and then, but he’s solely watching you. Your reactions, how your face breaks out into a smile when you spot dolphins surfacing just off the shore. You’re pointing them out and then looking up at him, finding that he’s looking at you instead. Your joint gaze is held for a while, before he’s initiating a kiss, one that stood out from all the others. Not only was he upside down, giving you a new experience, but he had you in his arms, carefully wrapped around you almost in a protective wall. When he pulls away, he pushes hair from your face, the pad of his thumb lingering over your skin. You give him a small smile before looking back to the sun. His eyes don’t shift away from you. He’s not thinking. He’s just doing what he wants to. And that’s looking at the girl he loves.

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The night before was always the worst, no matter what was going on. Before leaving for an assignment, before a test, really anything where you didn’t know the outcome? You would be up all night despite preparing in any way you plausibly could.

So you laid in bed tossing and turning, making mental notes and lists of what you needed to finish packing before you were sent out of the country to board a ship in the middle of the Atlantic. It wasn’t going to be a long stay, well… at least you weren’t planning on it being long. It could easily turn into an eternity on a dime.

You’re still awake when your alarm goes off, signifying it’s time to move forward. Up and out for the day. Which, you take your time readying yourself. Putting your hair up, getting your things together. As you exit your dorm, Phoenix is quick to your side, grabbing your bicep. “Morning, champ. You ready for this?” Maybe she doesn’t share your nerves. Hell, she seems excited out of all things. Mentally, you’re telling yourself to share in her excitement, yet the pit that’s growing in your stomach reminds you of the gravity of it all.

“I’m not sure… it just seems like it came so fast.” You suggest, which gets her shrugging.

“That’s life in the navy I suppose. C’mon, I’ll walk with you.”

The two of you arrive at a very different looking hangar than the first day you had all arrived. There’s no chairs, no whiteboards or projector screens. Not even a lectern. It’s empty. A clean slate. The lights were out, all except one or two toward the front of the building, and the doors were shut, giving a very intimidating feel. One by one, sailors arrived, each of you having something to add to the conversation. Rooster arrived not looking like himself. His head stayed down in thought for most of the time prior towards the looming discussion. All of you were nearly walking on eggshells. Six of you would fly. Six of you would sit on the carrier and wait. Wait and listen.

When the Admirals arrive, they’re the ones with the first announcement. “Captain Mitchell will be announcing his decisions in a moment. But first, we are here to inform you, that after his impromptu performance of demonstrating the anticipated outcome of this mission - he will be the squadron leader and fly with those chosen. It has been a pleasure overseeing you all. Make our country proud.” Halfway through the announcement, Maverick had snuck in with the hope of staying hidden. As he approaches the group, he seems to look out over the twelve of you.

“I have had the most incredible privilege of being your instructor these last four weeks. Each of you has a terrific skill set to offer and I have enjoyed watching you each flourish under the most rigid conditions. Before I list the members that will comprise this squadron, I want you each to take a moment to reflect on where you began when you entered this hangar on day one. None of you are the same pilot that you were that day. I would even dare to say that none of you are the same people. I’ve gotten to know each of you and it… has been incredibly difficult knowing that I am sending you into the best challenge of your career but also possibly your final one.” He takes a moment, collecting the best set of words to put together what he was attempting to say. “I… am so proud of the individuals you are. The pilots you are. The people you are. It’s been an honor.” Maverick clears his throat. “When I went through these assignments, I took my time. I contemplated, I looked… at your strengths. Your weaknesses. Your dedication to your team. It took me a damn long time, but.. I am confident in this team. I am confident in each of you.”

The way he looks over you… it’s calming. Almost as if paying his respects one final time. It’s eerie and simultaneously thrill inducing.

“Flying on my back in Dagger 2-”

You catch your breath. This is it, the payoff. The hours of studying, the first one at the lecture hall, the countless hours of training, the memorizations and the protocol recitings. This is your position. Your redemption.

“will be…Rooster.”

If you weren’t at attention, you’d be having a conniption. An aneurysm. You’d be rioting. And if you didn’t have respect for Maverick - you’d be right on his chest, screaming in his face. Your fingernails are digging so deeply into your palms that you nearly think there’s blood being drawn.

“Dagger 3 will be Moonshine and Payback. Following on all of our tails will be Phoenix and Bob.” He gives a nod that is reciprocated by each of you. “Those of you who are flying, take care of yourselves the next few days. Get good rest. Those of you who will be on deck - same goes to you.” A nod from all of you before Maverick gets a wild smirk on his features. “This has been your captain speaking. Thank you for flying with us.”

When you are released, you’re making a beeline to your dorm. With the rest of the day free to do as you please, you’re going to finish packing and get the hell away from base. You needed a release and a way to just forget this for now. So you go to your dorm, keep the door shut and blast your music as loud as physically possible while also not being a hindrance to those around you. It’s so loud that you barely register the knock on your door. You throw the door open only to be met with Rooster looking at you with a grin.

“Phoenix and crew are headed to Hard Deck for one last round of pool and beer before we head out tomorrow, I was wondering… are you packing?” The original statement gets lost when he recognizes the bags that have piled up on your bed. He’s leaning against the doorframe, already out of his issued uniform, in standard fashion of a vest, a Hawaiian shirt and aviators on top of his head. You had turned away from the door the second it was open, a quick roll of your eyes at his mischievous grin, quickly resuming your task of folding things somewhat sloppily, trying to complete the task with speed.

“Yes, I’m packing.” Short, simple and to the point - hopefully, he takes the hint.

“We’ve got plenty of time for that later, c’mon, Bob was even going to do a shot or two.” There’s humor in his statement, a smirk on his face as he speaks. Rooster takes a step further into your room, making you stop and turn toward him.

“I want to get packed and the hell out of here. So if you wouldn’t mind.” You’re about to move past him toward your ensuite bathroom when he cuts your path off, forcing you to freeze in front of him.

“Okay, what the hell is your deal? We’re about to go on this huge mission and want one more day before we get shipped out and you’re in here packing like you’re going to fucking Disney World.” Each word is sharp, a sense of offense in his tone, as though he was contagious and that was the reason you were making haste.

“Well that’s certainly what it is to you, now isn’t it?” You snap so quickly, not even sure where the stinging venom in your voice is coming from. Your attitude is soon being reflected right back at you as though you were staring in a mirror.

“Oh that’s what this is about??” In rapid succession, Rooster is boomeranging the same attitude back to you. “Moon, you heard what Mav said, he went through hours to plan that out, it’s not a ranking.” He tries to console you on it, stepping forward toward you, an outstretched hand in your direction. However, you shrink away from him, avoiding his touch.

“No, no, it’s most definitely a ranking. One that I was working my ass off to try to top again, yet there he is in all his glory: Rooster Bradshaw everyone. Do you even know-” You speak mockingly and witness frustrating building as a hand pulls itself into a fist before he interrupts you.

“It’s just a ranking, seriously, I’m rather certain there is far bigger fish to fry here-”

“I thought it wasn’t a ranking?? So which one is it, because I’m getting mixed signals here. If they are rankings-” You ignore Rooster’s groan as you cross your arms over your chest.

“God, you are making this so difficult! Just let it go, alright? C’mon, we’ll get a drink and we can all forget about it. It’s really not a big deal-” Once more, he’s trying to grab your hand, making contact which forces you to wrench it out of his grip.

“Let it go? Like the last time I ended up second to you?!” You whine, throwing your hands up and turning to grab your open bag, shifting it on the bed - doing something aside from having to look at him. “Phoenix was right I -”

“What was she right about?” His tone is firm, irritated, and hoarse. “Huh? Please show me the light, because clearly she knows so much more than either of us.” Rooster’s gaze on you stays firm, his jaw clenching as he waits for a response from you.

Finally you’re snapping at him, unable to dance around it. “As if you didn’t know what game you were playing. From day one you’ve been planning it, trying to distract me again so that you could come out -”

“Distract you??” His voice bellows over yours, drowning out your attempts to speak. “ If I wanted to distract you I would’ve been a whole lot fucking more forward, I think I can tell you that much!”

You’re starting to grab more things from your dresser in a feeble attempt to avoid looking at him. The last thing you want to do is see him, yet here he stands in your bedroom. He’s scoffing, a hand running through his hair as you turn to face him.

“I can’t believe you’re seeing this as a bad thing, Moon. You were chosen out of the top candidates in the last five years - one of twelve airmen. One of two women in a very small group of individuals, and to top it off you were placed SECOND to them. Out of the twelve which is a like - like - like zero point seven something or some shit. You worked overtime to get here. Absolutely busted your ass, so you acting like -”

“Acting like what?? Like a fool? ‘Cause that’s exactly how I feel right now-”

Exhausted, Rooster pushes fingers through his hair, gripping the ends of them with exasperation before releasing them, letting a few strands drift across his forehead. “Why the hell would you feel like a fool?? It’s not like you-”

“You’re not even listening to me! I can’t get more than two words in-”

“Because there’s nothing to listen to!! You should be so proud of yourself and you’re acting as though this is the worst thing in the world-”

“It fucking feels like it!! I wanted your spot! I wanted to be at the head of it all, I worked my ass off, and you tricked me and pulled me away-” There’s a weak attempt to voice your concerns, yet he doesn’t give you the opportunity.

“I didn’t pull you away from anything! You were the one who insisted we try to get along-”

“For the sake of our jobs!! You’re the one that kissed me! As if that wasn’t going to fuck with my head-”

The brown haired pilot is nearly screaming over top of you now. “Well sorry!! Is that what you want?? Sorry that I kissed you? Sorry that I showed you attention and some civility as we march towards what might be our deaths?? I don’t know what you want-”

“I want Dagger 2 and I can’t have it!! You know that! That’s all I’ve wanted the whole-”

“Enough, enough! I’m tired of this! You’re too in your head, Moon! This is such a big deal and you’re not looking at it that way, I don’t know why you can’t see that! You should be so damn proud of getting here-”

“Oh, so you’re my dad now?? Is that what this is?!”

It’s suddenly quiet.

All the energy from your voices has filled the room, making the air thick as he recoils, stepping back. Rooster’s face is tight, an emotion you can’t place fills it, leaving him frozen.

“Roost, I-”

“Good afternoon, Lieutenant.” He avoids your face as he turns to the door. With the way he grips the handle, you could have sworn he was going to rip it right off its hinges. Following him, you step into the hallway even though he’s already halfway down it.

“Rooster, I’m sorry, please- Rooster!” You try again, but all you hear are his firm steps, each of them echoing in the hall. “Bradley!” One last try, only to watch him disappear out the door into the sunlight that spills over the base.

After everything you’d both done to get to a common ground, to be able to work with one another without being absolutely repulsed at each other - it had suddenly vaporized into the air while the two of you argued.

It’s easy to hear the words repeat themselves in your head, despite the hustle of the airport around you. You didn’t fly commercially that often, since most times the Navy would get you a seat on one of the commercial charters and you’d get around that way. But this was different, you were headed out of the country, on a one way ticket. Once you’d landed you’d sit and wait for one of the pilots on-deck of the carrier to come and collect you, and then you’d be in the middle of the ocean, ready for what might be your final flight.

Someone pulls you out of your thoughts, making you tug off your headphones in the most unprofessional manner. “Sorry to bother you, we just wanted to thank you for your service. God bless you.” You give them a nod and smile in response before you’re sliding your headphones back on. You’re rarely in your Service Whites - save for Admiral Kazansky’s funeral - especially while traveling, but this is different.

It’s making you stand out more than you’d like to, interruptions happening every so often, being pointed at by young children and having their parents scold them - it makes you uneasy. It’s the last thing you should be feeling right now. What you should be feeling is long gone. Confidence, honor, dignity…

Pride.

You can hear his voice saying it. It makes you shiver, causing you shift in an attempt to readjust yourself, something you’ve already had to do multiple times in this uniform. It’s stiff and it’s not the most comfortable thing, primarily because it’s tight to your skin. There’s nothing you wanted more than a huge sweatshirt and leggings right now.

Boarding the plane first was also such an odd standard of practice, yet you do so. And as you sit while everyone else boards, you continue to get thank yous and words of encouragement. Not that any of them resonated. These were strangers, many of them thanking you out of obligations that society had instilled. To make matters worse, the flight attendant decides to highlight the ‘military service member on board’. If you could hide in the checked baggage compartment you would happily do so. Anything had to be better than this.

The flight is long and you still can’t sleep. Primarily since training had accustomed you to feeling awake when you felt an active engine - which you most definitely could through the floor of the cabin. With little sleep and more nerves than when you started the trip with, the plane lands and you’re quickly getting off of it. Your phone comes to life with text messages from a familiar name. You smile as you read it over.

‘Hey Sailor, I heard there were big things in store for you. Some of the very best pilots are with you - which includes yourself. Don’t doubt your skills. I can’t imagine how nerve wracking going away must be so I am sending you all my luck. Come back home soon.’

Natalie always seemed to have impeccable timing.

‘Hey stranger, just landed. Haven’t been able to sleep. Some of the best pilots indeed. Some *very* familiar faces too.’

‘Oh shut up, is he there?’

‘Not actively but he’s in the squadron, yes.’

‘I’m sure that’s been fun.’

You know she means it as a jab at Rooster, but honestly… the last few weeks had been fun. Growing closer with the team, with Maverick - finally getting along with Rooster… it had all been rather gratifying. It’s idiotic when you think about it.

Even if Rooster had been distracting you, you’d enjoyed every minute of his distractions. You’d grown fond of being around him which was such a crazy change from when you’d initially returned to Miramar. When seeing him made your blood boil, where now when you saw him your skin was on fire. Any time he was close you felt so strangely at home, so reassured…

You needed to apologize. As soon as you could.

The hours of lead up to this mission left you nearly following him like a lost stray. You would track him down to his location on the ship and when you did find him, he’d turn the other way. Mealtimes you’d sit at his table, just for him to get up. He was rarely in the gym, probably because he knew you’d be looking for him. When all other avenues had failed, you’d tried to ask Bob or Coyote - hell you’d even stooped so low as to ask Hangman for help. All of them gave you the same answer: he wasn’t listening.

So when you climbed into your bunk the night before the mission, you laid down with defeat and nerves blazing. Hours felt like minutes as you imagined every possible scenario that could occur tomorrow. You were directly putting a team of six into the fire with hopes they weren’t flammable. No fire alarms, no extinguishers - facing the heat dead on. Before you can even register how much time has passed since you crawled under the sheets, your alarm is going off, forcing you to grab the device and silence it before it wakes up your bunk mates.

Getting dressed, you’re up and attempting to prepare yourself. Yet, when you look in the mirror, you’re far from ready. Your hair is all over the place, the normal pristine hairstyle you’ve been doing for years is gone, instead, it’s a mess of an attempt at a ponytail. You can’t put yourself together. You had to retie your boots nearly four times and lost your name badge in between the time of going to bed and getting out of it. Your nerves had you all sorts of frayed like a wire.

You needed a level head, you didn’t want to bother anyone else who was also flying, but you really needed the advice. So, somewhat shakily, you’re knocking on the private quarters door. When the door squeaks open, you find Maverick still in his sleep shirt and boxers. “Moonshine? We’re not meant to be up on deck for like-” He pauses and rapidly looks to his watch, almost wondering if he’s overslept.

“We still have two hours. I just.. Needed to talk.” Maverick nods and holds up a finger.

“Alright, ‘kay, gimme like.. A minute. We can go get coffee.” He’s clearly not used to being up this early - that much was clear. There’s not windows in this hallway, but you can tell his room was still pitch black thanks to the early hour. He shuts the door and is quickly moving to dress. Soon enough, he’s on his way out to the mess hall where a coffee shop stood. He orders his usual coffee, but leaves the order ticket open so you can order. You weren’t sure you could eat anything, but you order a coffee anyway - hoping it would help.

Once your cups are in hand, the two of you grab a seat, Maverick sipping at his desperately seeking the caffeine. “Okay, kid. What’s going on?” With a sigh, you’re trying to get out the words.

“I- well, there’s a lot more to it than just this but- I don’t think I can fly.” You nervously look at him, yet he’s looking at you like you told him the sky was blue. With a slow sip, he puts his cup down.

“And why’s that, Shiner?” He’s unimpressed, and you begin to ramble.

“I haven’t slept, Maverick, I haven’t been able to eat, I barely could get dressed this morning, I haven’t had caffeine until now and my hands are shaking - I don’t even know how to start the damn plane if you’d asked me right now, I’m just panicking and scared-”

“There it is.” He has a pointed finger in your direction, cutting you off. His gaze meets yours, holding his cup with both hands as it sits on the table. “You are scared. And that is beyond logical. You’re about to do something that could possibly get you killed. It’s not an easy feeling and from what I know… there’s no real solution.” You shrink at this admission.

“I- but Ma-Captain,” you’re switching his name as you see a higher ranking officer walk by, “how the hell do you expect me to fly a jet properly when I’m terrified?”

“You’d be surprised.” This confuses you. “Fear can make you do incredible things.” It’s then that he’s reaching out and taking your hand. “I think you have what it takes to do this, Moonshine. You’re here because I know you have the skills, the reaction time and the wherewithal to get through this.” You shake your head, beginning to disagree:

“I wasn’t good enough for Dagger 2, how on earth would I be good enough for this eith-”

Maverick’s turn to cut you off. “You think you weren’t good enough for Dagger 2? No, no, kid, I chose you for Dagger 3 for a reason. I thought you would be able to hit the target, no matter where it was.” He’s using his coffee cup and his hands to talk as he launches into his explanation. “If both Rooster and I miss this target, you are the last line to have the chance to hit it before Phoenix can take her shot. If we fail, you are the only person who can ensure we have a chance to get below ground. You’re in Dagger 3 because I have full confidence in your shooting skills.” A wave of clarity floods over you at his words.

You hadn’t come second. You’d came first. Before Maverick. You’d been given the most difficult position. While you were the fallback, you were the last line of defense. If everything went wrong, they were relying on you.

“Oh my god.” You scoff in surprise, a hand moving to your forehead. It’s a mixture of pure shock, and heavy realization.

You’d fought with Rooster - for no reason. And he wouldn’t talk to you, wouldn’t even let you get a message to him.

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Asks Comp 5/6

Just like John Cusack, hoo hoo hoo is a universal constant.

I was so excited for her conversations :( And thank you very much! This comic's a slippery one, but that's part of the fun!

I do like the idea of pairing every Homestuck ship with a political ideology. It'd be the perfect storm of discourse, from about five directions at once!

Thank you! I don't think I'll even be in the country for my birthday this time around, so it'll be a quiet celebration.

I think it could still fit as a kismesissitude, even if they aren't all that unfriendly with each other. After all, Karkat's antagonism towards John is only skin-deep, and wears off fast.

FEFERI: There's no reason to be scared! They are not as terrible as they look. FEFERI: When Derse is destroyed, I am going to go to sleep and prove it. FEFERI: I will prove it to you, and to them as well. KARKAT: THEM? FEFERI: Our new friends! [...]

Oh, that does make more sense. Dang, I really liked the idea that the Horrorterrors were scared of Players.

Karkat made S-Tier for a reason. He's on fire this Act, and it's been great to watch!

You don't even get to examine your surroundings!!

I'm even more glad now that I'm using Homestuck Collection. It's clear that I'd have missed a lot without it, and it's a sad state of affairs that the comic's official website seems to butcher it so badly. Definitely recommend checking out the Collection, if just to play the walkarounds yourself!

Underutilized aspects of the trolls: Feferi Edition! [...] I do have to say that, when I think about her, I don't generally remember the Horrorterror connection. But Gl'bgolyb is a Horrorterror, after all. Feferi may be legitimately bubbly and sweet, but of the two races she is meant to unite, it might just be the Horrors and Humans. She's an eldritch Disney princess. Remember that now. ~LOSS (19/5/23)

Does that make Gl'bgolyb her Fairy Elder Godmother?

Ugh, tell me about it. It looks normal when the post is in my drafts, but breaks when I publish it.

I could go back and fix each post manually, but I don't have the time or the patience. Maybe I'll write a script to do it when I release Wertsearch: The Director's Cut.

Thanks! I've had Cat send a transcript over, and I've been copying it for quotes. There was a risk of mild spoilers if I accidentally read ahead, but if it means I can stop quoting entire conversations manually, I'll happily take that chance.

Damn it! There goes my Sollux Was Swapped At Birth theory.

I like these ideas! It's fun to speculate about what our species 'thing' would be, since we don't have any alien species to compare ourselves to IRL.

The idea of NPCs as Player templates is awesome, too. That implies an absolutely wild session in Sburb's past, featuring the Sleuths, the Midnight Crew and the Exile squad as Players.

What would Sburb even look like without Carapacians? Would the chess match in Skaia still exist, just without sentient pieces? I kind of love this idea.

Yeah, it's always nice when a story's really kicked into gear.

Beginnings and endings are difficult, and I usually enjoy the middle of a story more than either. By my count, we're about one-third of the way through Homestuck, and it's definitely found itself.

Thanks! I have a couple of ideas about which of my ships will be supported by canon, and which won't - but we shall see what develops. The comic might surprise me!

Canon Equius design.

It's a big question, and I don't know if I can fully answer this one, given how much of Sburb is still shrouded in mystery.

That said, the first thing I'd change is how Players are assigned. Instead of creating people who have no choice but to participate, I'd look for volunteers in the planets I've seeded. If Players have to be born in the Veil, then those volunteers would have their timelines rewritten, retroactively turning them into meteor babies - but only after they've volunteered for the role.

Also - does a session have to destroy the planet it's seeded on? If it was me in charge, I'd redirect the Reckoning's portals somewhere else. Literally anywhere else, actually. As far as I can tell, the only reason they were pointed towards Earth in the first place was for thematic reasons. The Sallyverse has different themes.

Yep. No special reason why - I've just been pretty busy lately, especially on the weekends. They've also been rolling over onto Mondays more often, too.

I get to 'em when I get to 'em - but I always get to them in the end.

Ooh, that's a deep cut. Possibly coincidental, but I wouldn't be too sure - I wouldn't put anything past Hussie.

I've heard of Higurashi, but I know very little about it. It is my tenuous understanding that it's a murder mystery starring several wealthy families - or is that its sister story, Umineko?

I don't want to look them up, because I might actually check them out at some point, and it is apparently very important to go in unspoiled. Potential future liveblog material, indeed.

I've speculated that the Knight is a protector class - and maybe Knights also protect themselves, hiding behind a particular trait or emotion which serves as their 'shield'.

Puréed puppet, unfortunately.

Now that I've seen all the troll typing quirks, I'm pretty sure I've actually encountered some of these people in the wild! I've definitely seen Terezi's leetspeak, or something very similar, on an anime forum or two.

#full liveblog #act 5.2 #asks

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xydamcg · 1 year

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Newest member 3

Ghost x f character

Cw: character minor injury, blood, violence

Summary: Two wrongs don’t make it right.

Pt 1 Pt 2

“Comms check..” Tyliu sighed as she adjusted her short dress for the hundredth time in the last hour. “Copy.” Ghost grumbled in her ear, she nodded even though he couldn’t see her which she thought. His eyes in fact followed her around the crowded room from where he stood. Their mission was to obtain information about a missile location that was being held by a warlord and the only way to do that was to get upstairs which was blocked by guards. The warlord Rassan Brudda had been hosting a grand party that Price managed to nab invitation to under Alias’ for her and ghost. She was posing as Jasmine Kylev and her happy husband Scott Kylev (Ghost), recently married no kids just wanting to party with a big warlord. Ty hummed as she walked the perimeter of the dance floor a glass of wine in her hand, her long obsidian hair was down to her waist. It kept getting caught on the sequins on her green dress. Laswell picked out the attire, she could of been kinder to Ty when doing so. “The guards at the stairs switch every ten minutes you have three until they switch and a two minute window to get into those double doors unseen.” Ghost spoke into the comm, Ty’s eyes drifting to the stairs case where the guards stood post. “These stairs are the only way up?” She asked hiding her lips behind her glass. “Unless you can fly.” He remarked causing her to raise her head seeing the upper level over head.

She admired the crystal chandeliers trying to think of a quick distraction. "Watch my six.." she told him quietly as she took a deep breath, why was she so nervous all of a sudden. She felt her stomach twist with nervousness. "Eyes on you." As she looked out at the sea of people she immediately spotted the black ski mask worn by none other than ghost himself. She sent his a quick wink before she stumbled toward the guards resting at the bottom of the stairs. Tripping over her own feet she dropped the glass that use to hold her wine, the glass shattering against the ground. "Oh gosh silly me.." she slurred as she grabbed onto a guard for support. "These shoes are killing me." she groaned as she lifted her leg to take off her heel, the guard holding her up as she put her weight against him. "Yeshi, break time. Sit her on the steps until the next guards come." the other guard spoke as a waiter cleaned the floor. "here you sit right here, I'll send someone to come help you to your car." he told her as she giggled still removing her shoes. "You're so kind! Your boss will be hearing about this, promotion time!" Ty cheered as she patted his chest with a stupid grin.

He shook his head at her before heading off with his buddy, finally getting her heels off she pushed them to the side before carefully standing and checking around for any extra eyes. Finding none she moved up the large staircase quickly and crept through the double doors finding Rasaan’s office at the end of a different hall–thankfully no gaurds.

Entering his office she cleared the room before making her way to his desktop computer, removing one of her earrings she inserted into the USB port as if it was a flash drive. The earring blinked as it bypassed the security system unlocking the computer. “Ghost I'm in, how are we looking down there?” she questioned as she started opening files so the flash drive could pick up any encryptions. “Smooth sailing down here, the next set of guards are taking their positions. ETA for you?” He informed her. Her eyes drifted to the loading bar at the bottom of the screen. “Two minutes max..” she hummed her fingers flying around the keyboard as she pulled up emails and manually installed a virus so Rasaan’s computer would crash as soon as she logged out. They wouldn't know what happened and when they did know she'd be long gone. “Make it a minute, I think they know something is up.” Ghost ordered, the edge in his voice meant something was up. Ty cursed softly as she looked at the loading bar slowly inch to 100%, she was starting to sweat profusely, her anxiety triggering her leg to

bounce. “You have two ops inbound on your position.” Ghost notified, the download wasn’t finished yet. She needed more time, standing from the chair she rummaged through the desk drawers finding a letter opener. It would have to do for now as a weapon, tip toeing to the doors she pressed her back to the wall as they opened. Ty took a steady breath as two guards entered the room, they hadn't noticed her yet as she was concealed behind the open door. “Avery how copy?” Ghost called out in her ear causing one of the guards to look in her direction. Damn it Ghost! Tyliu kicked the door closed as she lunged forward, taking his arm reaching for his gun and kneeing him in the crotch, her arm whipping forward as she threw the letter opener into the other guard's throat. Ty let out a grunt as she felt a punch land to her gut nearly knocking the wind out of her. She quickly tugged the guard’s arm behind her back and looped her arm around his neck while collecting his jaw in her grasp. The momentum of her twisting her body and pulling his head in the opposite direction let a sickening crack noise echo into the room. Dropping his body with a pant she grimaced as pain shot from her torso, she struggled to catch her breath she moved back toward the desk. Her prayer was answered as she saw the flashdrive was at 100%.

“Ghost..where are you?” she asked, pulling the earring from the computer and placing it back into her ear. “By the stairs waiting, but they know something isn’t not right. You have two more in bound. You need to get out of there Avery before they call back up.” He seemed more on edge than earlier, Ty quickly looked around for either an exit or a hiding spot. Finding no place to hide she headed for the nearby window quickly sticking her head out. “Get the car ready.” She told him as she climbed out onto the small ledge. Ty pushed the door closed with her foot before hearing ghost crackling over the comm. “What are you going to do?” Rolling her eyes, she balanced herself carefully along the side of the building. “Ghost please..” she begged, feeling gravity pull at her, while the ground opened its arms to catch her.

Getting no response she sighed in relief, she didn't need him throwing her off focus, the ledge barely held her full foot. And she really didn't want to be a pancake. Seeing a ladder that led from the roof to the ground she inched to the edge of the ledge before dragging her sweaty palms along her sharp sequin dress. Calming her nerves she jumped, just barely latching onto the metal bars. Quickly descending the ladder she landed crouched in the grass peeking out toward the congested driveway where Ghost waited. Ty noticed no guards outside quite yet so she sprinted across the large yawn only to make it halfway across before the main doors to Rassan’s home flew open revealing guards yelling and pointing at her. “Shit!’ she groaned as she ran faster, sliding over the hood of a parked car just in enough time to miss bullets whizzing by her head.

Ghost pulled up in front of her as she landed on the other side, throwing the passenger door open with ease. “Get in!’ He didn't have to tell her twice as she dived into the vehicle. Ghost didn’t miss a beat as he pulled off leaving a cloud of smoke in their wake. The car door snapped closed as he made a sharp right turn off the property. Ty panted as she laid across the low middle console, her head resting in Ghost’s lap, she hadn’t moved since she dived into the car. “You alright?” Ghost questioned looking down at her for a moment before the road once more. Ty shook her head causing him to glance down at her for a split second. “Can’t c-catch my b-breath.” she stuttered as her breaths grew uneven. Ghost shifted slightly under her, gently pushing her long silky hair from her flushed face. He rolled down the passenger window to get her to cool down. “Ty you gotta relax, focusing on calming down.” He instructed as he placed his clothed hand on her cheek, closing her eyes where she focused her mind elsewhere. She focused on the cool wind from the open window, how it ruffled her hair and cooled down her hot body, she focused on ghost’s thighs and the warmth they emitted.

And the last thing her mind was on was Ghost’s finger gently rolling over her cheek. Up, IN, Down, OUT. Soon enough her breathing had evened out and even slowed signaling she was asleep or getting there. “Avery..” Ghost called down to the woman in his lap. “Hm?” She hummed softly before she opened her eyes, seeing him looking at the road. “Better?” he asked. As her senses came back she realized where exactly she was. There was no way she was in his lap right now?! Ty slowly sat up and positioned herself in the passenger seat as she rolled the window up to keep her hair from blowing everywhere. “Yes.” she confirmed as she crossed her arms over her chest, her face twisting up as the pain from earlier came back. That fucker punched her hard, Ghost seemed to notice as he eyed her for a moment. “Are you hurt?”

Yeah about a couple things. “No, just sore from nearly being obliterated by a single punch.” She said smartly, she hadn’t meant for it to come out like that. He didn’t respond, which didn’t help with her incoming annoyance. “Why’d you do that?” She asked as she glared out the window. “What?” he asked looking over at her, quickly turning her toward him to catch her gaze she sneered. “Why didn’t you listen to my order not to breach yet last night?” She specified causing Ghost to place his other hand on the wheel, dropping the other. “I told you why already. Do you need me to say it again?” Of course she didn’t, it just didn’t make sense defying her order when the whole squadron was behind them; counting on them.

“Look I've lost some good people in the past because an idiot soldier like you didn't want to listen to orders I've given them, I don't just give them because I can but because I don't want to have our asses handed to us out in the field. So excuse me Mr. Macho man if it hurts your ego to be ordered around by someone on the same level as you.” Ty grumbled angrily, her eyes burning holes into the side of that stupid mask he was wearing. “You’re a serious fucking brat Avery you know that?” He asked, causing her mouth to drop. “Excuse me?” she asked in disbelief.

“You heard me loud and clear Lieutenant, a brat. You’re so far up your own ass you wouldn’t be able to tell day from night. You think you’re the only person to lose good people? You’re not. Why do you think I go alone? I don't need another one of my men’s deaths on my conscience either. So lay off Avey, I have my reasons for how I do things out there.” She didn’t reply, simply pulling her eyes from him and back to the window. She hadn't expected to get any response out of him let alone one with such rage, she guessed this time she was in the wrong, saying something that was out of line and inconsiderate and ignorant.

@ellouisa17

#@ellouisa17 #cod mw22 #ghost #simon riley #soap mw2 #captain price #series #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #141 #modern warfare #original content

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iraprince · 1 month

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Hey! I have a couple of questions whenever you have the time for them...

First off I've started sometimes recording timelapses on csp, but as far as I can tell you have to export every single time before you fully exit the program (I've had to lose the footage to learn this lesson 😭), but the clips also always seem to start with the final frame? Idk if you record them long enough to need to merge clips but if so I'd appreciate any guidance you'd have to make that merging seamless, bc I tried cuttting the beginning of the clips and it still does a stupid lil jump to that final image :(

And second, I thiiiink it was you that mentioned having a "gas arm" that you mount your tablet to? If so I can NOT find that post but it's something I'm interested in investing in!

the ask where i talk abt my tablet mount is here!

as for the timelapse, i'm afraid i can't help bc i've never experienced the specific issue you're describing -- my experience has always been that the timelapse footage saves when you save the file! the only thing i really use the timelapse function on is my monthly sketchbook/warmup files, and i don't splice clips for that, i just pile up a bunch of folders on one canvas that i draw in all month, and then i export the whole thing at the end! i've never exported multiple times thruout the 'lifespan' of a file so to speak. if u would like to have multiple different drawings all strung together in one long timelapse, i think the easiest thing to do is what i do for my sketchbooks: just have those all in one clip studio file, hiding things as you finish them. (this DOES make file size balloon a LOT, so if ur computer can't handle that u might have no choice but to do smaller bursts.)

if you're losing footage in a saved document (that has the "record timelapse" function checked, which you can do when u first create the file but u can also switch on from the file menu if u forgot at first), that sounds to me like a bug, and it may be something u want to email support about! i also don't think u can control the fact that the opening frame is the final, i think you'd have to trim that off manually after export in a different video editing software; the actual options u have for fiddling w the timelapse in clip studio natively are extremely limited.

#to clarify if u forget to check 'record timelapse' at the beginning and flip it on later from the file menu #it WILL NOT retroactively restore any timelapse info from anything before u flipped it on. iirc

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anerdwrites · 1 year

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“And how many languages do you speak, Dingus?”

Steve never answered the question. He’d given her a sarcastic look and gone out to sling ice cream, but he’d never given a verbal answer. The truth was something she never would have believed, anyway.

Steve grew up with a different nanny every few years through his entire childhood, until he turned fifteen. Each of them spoke English as a second language. He knew Spanish before he knew full sentences in English. He’d learned Italian by the time he was five. French wasn’t a stretch from there, and he’d picked up Portuguese by his thirteenth birthday. Nobody knew how many languages he was actually fluent in, and he wanted to keep it that way.

None of his languages helped him with translating Russian, but they did help him with other things. When the freezer in the back had a short and the operation manual was only in Spanish, Steve fixed it with ease. When the French tourists came through the mall and stopped for ice cream, Steve was the only one who could speak to them. (He scored three phone numbers and an address to write to, but he didn’t tell Robin about it, so the board stayed the same.)

Because he was so good at picking up languages, when Dustin started speaking the occasional Elvish from The Hobbit around him, he started picking up words. He’d ask questions about meanings every once in a while, and the kid answered with the same enthusiasm he gave every other nerd thing he was involved in. Steve never let on that he was retaining it, and Dustin never figured it out, or asked why he was interested.

Nobody found out about his language knowledge until after Vecna’s defeat. A newly healed Eddie was spending his afternoons planning the next Hellfire campaign on Steve’s kitchen table. Steve wasn’t paying much attention to what he was muttering to himself, until Eddie started trying to pronounce something in Italian. His accent was horrible, and he wasn’t saying the vowels right; Steve was pretty sure his ears would start to bleed if he didn’t correct him.

“Dude, it’s guerriero,” he said quietly. “Pretty sure your warrior is a guy, right? So throwing an -a on the end would be feminine. And please don’t try to add vowels, because that’s already a nightmare word.”

“… What?” Eddie asked blankly, openly staring at Steve like he’d never seen him before.

“Did you want to say it wrong to your nerd squad?” Steve asked pointedly. He figured he’d already revealed some of his hand- he might as well keep going.

“No,” Eddie said after a moment. “Did I get the rest of it right?”

And so Steve spent the next three evenings checking Eddie’s horrible attempts at Italian. Eddie told him that the warrior was actually a bard who was talking to a warrior, and while Steve didn’t really understand, he was happy to help with translations. On the third evening, Eddie finally asked him if he spoke any other languages.

“Sure,” Steve replied. He wasn’t going to elaborate until he realized that Eddie wasn’t going to let it go. “I speak a few. Spanish, Italian, French, Portuguese…”

“Oh, is that all?” Eddie asked, smiling despite his obvious bafflement.

“… No,” Steve admitted. Eddie’s eyebrows were halfway up his forehead by then, and Steve wanted to see how high they’d go. So in perfect Elvish, he said, “I learned some things from the kids, too.”

Eddie’s entire face lit up when he recognized the language, and Steve was knocked breathless by the absolute mirth in his eyes. “Harrington, what the fuck?!”

“What?” Steve asked innocently. “It’s all Dustin’s fault. He doesn’t shut up about those books. He says things in Elvish sometimes, and it’s… kind of a lot like Italian, actually. I picked it up from him.”

“Just when I think I’ve got you figured out…” Eddie eyed him appreciatively, and Steve couldn’t hide his blush in time. Eddie’s grin turned into a bit of a smirk. “Don’t you ever stop surprising me.”

“I won’t if I can help it. You have my word,” Steve replied in Elvish. It was worth it to see Eddie get flustered all over again.

#steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #multilingual Steve Harrington #secret nerd Steve Harrington #alternate universe fiction #everyone lives au

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bethelctpride · 2 months

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Accessibility site checklist

I was on a panel this weekend about logistics for Pride celebrations and was specifically doing the part about accessibility. This is the checklist I use for a site visit beforehand.

This is used to prep two things

a FAQ about the site

a list of things To Do before the event

The FAQ means that anybody on team has access to detailed information about site right away. We usually put the most common information right in the event announcement descriptions, but the less common ones might be a linked page or an "ask for details" if it's a complicated answer or involves something we had to address Day Of.

The To Do list is broken into two things, one, annoy the venue owner to fix and two, day of fixes. For example, the venue we use had a wheelchair ramp that went up to a heavy, manual pull door. Whomp whomp. So close to accessible! So every time I saw people involved in renovations for building, I annoyed them about the "how's that coming, that's gonna have a power assist, right?" and it FINALLY HAPPENED. But meantime, day of, we stationed a volunteer there that opened the door and answered wayfinding questions for people like "how do I get from here to the bathroom?" (there were signs we added as well, but that was the backup)

Sometimes if the site visit reveals too many problems, you should just pick a different venue!

This was set up as a two page, printable list for the event, but here's a GDOC where you can download a copy for yourself and add more things! Or just use it to make a FAQ about sites you're using. I can guarantee I missed some things that might be relevant for your particular disability because I don't know everything to look for. But it covers a lot of the most common things you need to know for a location! the GDOC allows comments if you want to suggest stuff I should look for.

Wheelchair checklist

If it passes on all counts for a wheelchair, it should also be fine for strollers, walkers, rollators, cane users, or crutch users.

Is there a ramp? If so, where is it? How do you get from this door to other points in the building? Is there signage showing how to do so?

Doors are power assist yes/no. If not, which direction do they open? Is there enough space for a wheelchair user to open the door and still have the chair on a stable surface? You need a 3’ X 3’ space to be able to turn a wheelchair.

Are all bathrooms accessible or only some? Make sure the sink and hand dryer are also reachable. Is there signage pointing to accessible restrooms?

Are thresholds raised more than a half inch yes/no (no is good)

Are tables or counters at a height accessible to wheelchair users?

How wide are the doorways? Note anything less than 32”. You may need an alternate route to get between spaces if they are smaller. Make sure to measure with the door open, to account for any problems fully opening the door.

Is there an elevator & is there signage pointing to it?

If a stage is in use, is it accessible?

Check outdoor surfaces are level and intact. Note surfaces other than asphalt/concrete. Cobble tends to be very difficult to travel over. If possible, observe when snow has fallen to see which surfaces are regularly cleared or not

Where is the curb cut and does it flood during heavy rain? Is it plowed?

For any temporary structures, find a weight limit. A power chair may weigh 1000 pounds with the user in it!

BATHROOMS

Is a gender neutral or family restroom available? Does directional signage point to it when you enter an area?

Can the door be operated one handed or by someone in a wheelchair?

How high is the sink? Can it be used by a wheelchair user or child?

Where is the changing table and is it clearly labeled where it is?

Is there any seating in the bathroom?

Are menstrual products available?

Is there an emergency pull cord in the bathroom? Make sure the cord is NOT tied to the grab bar and reaches the floor!

TRANSPORTATION

How close is this to a public transit stop? Does the transit run during the event?

What is the condition of the sidewalk between the transit stop and venue? Check curb cuts and condition of surfaces. Check for obstacles that may make the sidewalk too narrow for a wheelchair.

Is there signage by the transit stop pointing to your venue?

Is their signage at your venue pointing to the transit stop?

Do curb cuts at the venue have a different textured plate on them?

Where is handicapped parking compared to the entrance you are using? Is there signage by the parking indicating where the entrance is if it is not visible?

If there are multiple entrances to parking, is the one that leads to handicapped parking clearly labeled?

Is there a bike rack?

OTHER CONCERNS

Are there flashing lights some or all of the time?

Are there fluorescent lights? Can they be swapped for a different bulb type?

Is there background noise that makes hearing conversation difficult?

What type of flooring is in this venue? Hard or soft surface?

Are there sudden, intermittent loud noises?

Is food present here? Does the food contain any common allergens?

Are there any strong non-food scents associated with the venue?

Are non-service animals allowed or present?

Is alcohol served?

Are drugs of any type present?

Is there seating for anyone over 250lbs?

Is there secluded seating away from noise or general line of sight?

Is there a sharps container anywhere on site? Is there signage pointing to it?

Is there an AED on site? Where is it? Is there signage pointing to it?

Is there a first aid kit on site? Where is it? Is there signage pointing to it?

More about what some of these items MEAN, why they're here, and some of the solutions for common issues.

You may not from the wording here (where I had limited space) that there's no explanation of WHY this is here, or what you're supposed to do about it. Also some of this is not necessarily aimed at people with obvious disabilities, just people that may have trouble interacting with the environment for some reason.

Signage questions- a resource you can't find is USELESS. this is why there's so much emphasis on signage. Signage doesn't help folks that can't read the sign due to language barriers or sight troubles. You still may need humans stationed at confusing spots to answer questions for these folks.

Signs should be as CLEAR AS POSSIBLE. A black and white sign with foot tall letters that says PARKING and an arrow is way more effective than themed signage you can't read. Signs are to convey info. If theming interferes with conveying info, function wins.

Even a place that's overall good still may need additional day-of signage if you will have some areas blocked off or people enter from a direction other than the building designer planned for. Or if you have significant number of folks attending that speak a language other than that used on the venue's signage.

Bathrooms- a lot if covered under wheelchairs, but there's specific concerns here for other users. We solve the menstrual products problem by put a bag on the counter in every restroom with menstrual supplies AND basic first aid items.

You may be able to ignore the things related to children at age restricted events.

TRANSIT- if you can't get there to start with, it doesn't matter if the inside is accessible. if you're US based, a car might be a necessity, but if you have a choice between a venue by public transit vs one away from it,pick the one with transit. You just potentially opened up attendance to a lot of people that don't drive for some reason (disability, minors, economic). and advertise its by the transit!

OTHER CONCERNS- most of these are related to sensory processing issues. some of these you can solve day of with some noise reduction stuff or just offering earplugs on site. Some you just need to let people know "this is a thing" so they can make their own preparations ahead of time.

Sometimes just knowing there is an issue may mean someone doesn't attend... but it's better to know than come and leave due to a bad surprise. Focus on who your core group attending this event is and make sure they can use it.

sometimes you simply can't make it accessible to everyone due to conflicting access needs. The group that couldn't get full access this time gets to be the priority a different time. This is extremely frustrating for both organizers and attendees when there's a conflict, but sometimes all you can do is go "we see the conflict, we can't resolve it without prioritizing, so we are focusing on core group attending. We'll focus on your group at a different event where we can solve this issue."

Weight limit for seating. this is sometimes really hard to figure out, you may need to ask the venue owner about it. They may also never have considered it! this might become a permanent fix at site. It might be you bring in heavy duty temporary seating. if you rent seating, ask the rental place too!

sharps containers you may be able to obtain for free from your local health department. Ask! The last thing you want is someone coming into contact with a needle in the trash. It's better to have it and not need it, than have a problem.

#accessibility #event organizing #mobility aids #queer events #lgbtq events

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sev-on-kamino · 10 months

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First off, I hope you're having a lovely day! Second, I hope the weekend is even better for you! and third, B, F, and K for the fanfic ask game?

The day was super long, but I’ve clocked out, and I have caffeine, so I’m ready to turn it around and have a great weekend 😎 thank you so much for sending these in 💙💙

It got lengthy so under the cut it goes 😌

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Yes! Like reader trying to sneak out of the matchmaking office? That was me trying to sneak out of a job interview 😅I also didn’t make it out in time 😂

Or in “Focus” where Crosshair kept distracting reader? That was a guy I had a crush on, flirting with me while he was supposed to be teaching me how to drive manual. I stalled the car out repeatedly, but we dated for 2 years, so 😅

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

“Your shoulders are still too tight. I’m going to drink that caf myself,” you threatened.

“I did try the breathing exercises you suggested,” he countered.

“Really?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head with a light smirk.

“You’re my worst patient. I do house calls for you, and this is how you repay me?”

“How else should I repay you?” He asked, as you stepped in front of him to check his vitals.

“Following my instructions would be an amazing start.”

“Not happening. Anything else?”

“Not anything within regulation,” you said, your eyes flicking to his lips before meeting his gaze again.

“How far outside of regulation are we talking?” He asked quietly.

I loooooooove this exchange between Fox and reader! I was so excited about sharing it because I finally felt like I’d nailed the snappy back and forth that shifts smoothly into flirting. I can’t flirt to save my life, so I am always worried I sound awkward. This came out exactly the way I wanted though and I felt instant pride 🥲 I had to answer the other questions before I could touch this one, because there was one other that I love but it would be a spoiler 😭😭😭

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

👀 oof I’ll keep it short. Kix has just proposed to reader, she’s said yes. Blissful. But he has to finish the investigation he started because he owes it to Fives. She supports him 100%. He leaves, ends up in stasis, and she never knows for certain what happens to him. The fic picks up after stasis, and he wants to know what happened to her. Only to find a holo journal that she kept where she made an entry for him every day until she accepted he wasn’t coming back, and she had to move on. There was NOTHING but heartbreak and pain down that road. NOTHING I SAY 😔 I was listening to “New Year’s Day” by Taylor Swift and I was in. my. feelings.

#seven speaks #seven answers #fanfic writer questions

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mikomikono · 9 months

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hi miko! im here with a fic writing question… i was thinking about how to make smut good bc recently i feel like whenever i get to the smut part of the fic im writing i get super bored, like im just rehashing whatever ive been writing in every smut scene ive done for years. you and endles came to mind bc i always find your guys nsfw scenes really compelling, and great, and unique. while also being hot and fun (very important w smut!!) so i wanted to ask if you had any tips for keeping things exciting or fresh when you are tackling those scenes! especially because you guys have experience writing the same characters many times over and manage to be so creative and distinct with every scene ive read from you. so, i guess, penny for your thoughts, if you feel like it! (sorry for sending this only to you and asking for both your opinions, it was the simplest 😭. if u want to answer yourself only thats fine haha)

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Heyyyy oh my god I never expected to become someone ppl would come to for writing advice, what an honour 💖 also, I hope you don't mind me answering publicly, bc I feel like this is something a lit of writers struggle with! I will put it under a cut tho, bc I ended up writing quite a bit oops

So. Smut. It's kinda funny you should ask me about that, bc the first proper sex scene I ever wrote was last year for Steamship Sexcapades (bc I am not counting that one feeble attempt at 19 that was so cringe that I hid it away and didn't even think about trying again for like 8 yrs) but I suppose after writing *checks The Canon word count* a lot since then means something :DD

Here's the thing: I also feel like I'm rehashing things. Constantly. There's only so many ways you can say "cock in hole ➡️ thrust" before you're gonna have to repeat some phrases. And honestly, I feel like I repeat phrases remarkably often! But in a way that's all writing! (or that's how I stop myself from getting too depressed about it lol) The readers don't notice! Usually. And as long as you don't use the exact same wording every single time.

Ok, so here's a few tips on what I, personally, think you need to make a good sex scene:

Don't be afraid of the words. Y'know, the first time I wrote "half-hard cock" I (allegedly) had to take a 10min break and texted a friend that I was not going to be able to do this. But after a while you sort of get used to it and the words that seemed embarrassing stop being that, and become just... Words. And you also shouldn't shy away from more "cringe" words! Sometimes its fun to be a little cringe!

Related, you should try to love the words. But that's just good general writing advice, I feel.

Describe the emotions. Most people feel... something towards those they are intimate with, and that should be true in erotica too. It should be especially true in erotica, I think! Even if it's a one night stand, strangers who met in the club 5mins ago, whatever... You want the characters to feel.

Don't forget the physical. This is a thing that might seem a bit... weird. Like, you're writing sex, how could it not be physical? But what I mean is that you shouldn't forget to describe how it feels to the people involved, most notably your POV character. It's very easy to get lost in describing what they're doing and completely forget to get into the actual feeling. You're not writing a sex manual! And I have read fics where half way through I realise that's what it sounds like.

It's never just about the sex. Even if you think it is, it's not. It's about the connection, the narrative, the characterisation... It's about showing something that you can only show through the kind of vulnerable intimacy that sex scenes provide. Even if it's a oneshot pwp, it still has something to say. Maybe that something is wanting to get your rocks off, but also we're talking about fanfiction... We don't read and write that just to get off. It's always about the characters.

Rehashing is fine, actually. As I said, there's only so many ways to describe certain things, and so many ways you can have sex. Except that's not really true, because the secret to keeping it fresh is mixing it up! You can change positions, you can change who's the top/bottom, you can add foreplay (you should) and then change what kind of foreplay you wanna have! You can look into kinks! You can change locations! (I know we've done that a lot) You can add or remove any number of things to make each individual encounter different! And that's the key: repetition is fine, so long as you don't use the exact same everything every time. Case in point, there is a tumblr post which I would link except I'm on mobile, that is titled sth like "list of vocal sounds for smut", which has a list of, well, sounds/verbs (moan, groan, hiss, whimper, whisper etc) and adjectives that could be paired with them (hoarse, needy, quiet, throaty, desperate, wanton etc). The point is, that the best way to keep from sounding repetitive is to mix and match the words so that even if you say "groan" five times in 5k words, it's a different kind of groan every time. The same applies to sex acts! Do you have any idea how much cock Ryunosuke has sucked during The Canon? A lot. But it doesn't feel repetitive (hopefully) because everything else around it is switched up.

And perhaps most importantly: you gotta be at least a little horny for it yourself. I get it, man, writing smut is weird. You sit in front of your computer, staring at the monitor like "hmm is it better to use the word cock or dick or member?" And like... That's not very sexy. But! But!!! At the end of the day you gotta write something that makes you excited! Otherwise what's the point? Why are you writing if it doesn't fulfill you on some level??

Anyway, that's just my thoughts on the matter. If you want more specific help with writing, you can always DM me, I don't mind~

Also, endles says she is too mentally exhausted to properly answer, but she seconds everything I said, especially the point about loving the words. Actually she really wants to say sth about that, so I'm paraphrasing her for the rest of this:

You, as a writer, should love language. You should love the neat little things that language can do and seek out new things to try every time. It's a journey of discovery! Just like sex is always a new journey, even if it's the same characters and the same sex acts, every individual time is a chance to find something new. Let yourself have fun! Write something really stupid and work from that. The way I create scenes by writing jokes, even for serious scenes, because sex at the core is kinda funny. You're standing naked (at least partially) in front of this other naked person and it makes you feel a bit funny.

Also concrete advice: pick a list of 5-10 words you want to use. They can be anything, verbs, nouns, adjectives, as long as you really, really vibe with them, because they make you happy, as long as they're not words you already use a lot. They can also all relate to the same theme if you want! And then find a way to put all those words in.

#own post #fanfiction #smut #writing stuff #writing advice #i guess #answered #miko blogs omg #i hope this helped AT ALL #as i said feel free to send me a dm i would love to help you iron out any issues #or provide beta reading!#anyway #0139s

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Boba Fett piloting a speeder bike while a member of his Sand people tribe jump from another speeder bike. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 2, The Tribes of Tatooine. Calendar from DataWorks. Concept art by Christian Alzmann.

Grogu was very excited. Daimyo Fett had agreed to tell him the story about teaching some of the Sand people how to ride speeder bikes! Grogu could just imagine how it went. A quiet, thoughtful space, where they could gather together, study a ‘how to’ guide, check the owner’s manual, and review their knowledge using the speeder bike simulator that came with every bike.

Fennec had cackled when Grogu explained that to her and the Daimyo asked her in a rather annoyed voice if she didn’t have anything better to do.

“Sure, Boss, I have plenty of other things to do, but what could be better than hearing this story again?”

Before the Daimyo could scold her or apologize to Grogu for the cackling or even look to the Mandalorian for assistance in dealing with her, Fennec was gone.

Grogu laughed at that. Fennec really must have had some Jedi training. She was an expert at disappearing and Grogu was always impressed by her technique.

“Pay no attention to her, young one. The Sand people do not use traditional environments for educational purposes. All of their learning methods are practical and hands on.”

The Daimyo seemed both proud of that and a little disappointed. Grogu felt that was his fault. After all he’d met the Sand people several times on Tatooine and knew that they didn’t bother with a lot of technology. That was why he was so interested in the story of how they learned to ride the speeder bikes. He figured that if they could learn, then it shouldn’t be a problem for him.

“It wasn’t that long after they had accepted me as being worth tolerating that we ran into a problem with some spice runners. I was with the tribe, being instructed on the use of a gaderffii. You know, that stick you’ve seen Sand people carrying with them? It is a very versatile weapon and takes great discipline and skill to wield effectively. Let me assure you, I wanted to learn how to use it, but I was by no means the best student of the technique. I was too impatient.”

Grogu kept his face as neutral as possible. He knew that Daimyo Fett was Mandalorian. That his father had been a Mandalorian bounty hunter and that they had both run a foul of the Jedi during the lead up to the Clone wars. Grogu had been deemed to young/small to participate in those events but he had still been compelled to study them at the Jedi Temple. According to Jedi lore, Mandalorians were incapable of patience. If they had been, then they would have had fewer conflicts with the Order because they wouldn’t just shoot and ask questions later.

“While I was learning, some of the children noticed a sound that they had never heard. The men investigated and then a call was made to arm the camp. Not me of course. I was not a member of the tribe. I was their charge, a responsibility, not a trusted member of the family.”

Daimyo Fett took a deep breath and then sighed.

“It was a Pyke Syndicate spice transport and they used high power weapons against my care takers, causing many deaths and much misery. But they were able to get away from us. I was determined, as I helped the injured and fallen, to stop that from happening again.”

Grogu sighed and hung his head. He understood just what that felt like. He was glad that Fennec wasn’t there to joke about any of it, because it wasn’t funny. But maybe that’s why she disappeared. She knew the difference between sad and funny.

“I convinced the Sand people to let me go after them and I walked into Tosche Station. I found some Nikto biker gang members harassing some folks there and ended up with their speeder bikes, which I brought back to the tribe. After that, well, teaching them how to use the bikes was a bit more complicated. You know that their language isn’t merely spoken. You must use other signals and to be fair, I was by no means fluent in it. There were some missteps. I hate to say it, but the concept of forward and stop seemed to elude them for sometime. It was very hard not to laugh, but you know the Sand people are very sensitive in situations like that.”

Grogu nodded his head. He remembered when Cobb Vanth refused to drink from the black melon and his dad shamed him into it. After that the marshal learned to go with the flow a bit better, but Grogu was never going to forget how aggravated the Sand people had become at him.

“Hey Boss, did you get through the embarrassing part yet? If you did, the rancor trainer said he’d like it if the kid visited with the rancor. Apparently he’s been too restless and wants the kid to have it take a nap.”

Fennec was back. Both Grogu and the Daimyo jumped at the sound of her voice and then they started laughing.

“Of course. I’ll join you, young one. Your father will be back shortly and we will have a traditional Mandalorian meal.”

“Ooh. Yum. Bone broth and tiny crackers. Count me in Boss.”

Grogu was going to have to ask Fennec to tell him stories the next time he was there. The Daimyo’s stories were good, but Fennec had a way of sharing information that was very entertaining. Funny even. Yeah. Exactly.

#calendar prompt a day #din djarin #grogu #the book of boba fett #boba fett

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Space Channel 5 Gyun Gyun Book p. 41-43 and 120 plus the sticker page. (Translations by @lavoszero and myself. Edit by myself.)

Behold, the weirdest part of the book. It’s impossible for me to verify the romaji of most of the names listed on p. 120 so they have been left untranslated.

Imgur link to all of the Gyun Gyun Book translations we’ve done thus far.

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p. 41

Kazutoshi Iida's First Bit Love ~ I Fell in Love with Ulala ~ Everyone goes through sweet, sad, and passionate feelings. That's love, after all. But how could someone handle that if the other person in question isn't a real human? The following is a story of an awkward but sincere action of a man who fell in love with everyone's favorite, Ulala-chan.

Inker - Illustrator / Emi Ikematsu Text / Kazutoshi Iida (Actual Name)

#1 [First Time] It was around November 1999. Game designer, Kazutoshi Iida was traveling around Japan to promote Doshin the Giant 1. He traveled mostly to Kyoto, Osaka, Kobe, Sendai, Hachioji, Yokohama, etc., these were mainly morning trips; he would have to return to work on his main project, developing a game (Doshin the Giant: Liberation Front Chibikko Chikko Collection is scheduled for release in early summer, 2000). In addition, even though it was just promotional, the audience still averaged about 40 people at every venue. Although this wasn't a very efficient publicity campaign, and Iida, who had been nervous about the new start-up of Landnet Didi Co., the company that purchased Doshin, could only take his mind off of stress by working himself as hard as possible.

By the end of the promotion, Iida was completely exhausted. His usual physical health had been deteriorating due to the three years of working on Doshin and the stressful tour.

He wasn't able to eat properly for a while, and was suffering from the usual autonomic nervous system symptoms, which included cold sweet, loss of breath, motion sickness, and extreme exhaustion, as if he wasn't already picture-perfect. But even then, while in this state of exhaustion, he still had to work on designs. The world is a tough place, isn't it? It was during this very rough time, that a disc in a colorful package arrived in Iida's hands. It was the demo version of Space Channel 5. Iida managed to unwrap the package with shaky hands. After all, it was the latest work by Tetsuya Mizuguchi, one of the hottest, coolest, and nicest of guys in the game industry. There was no way he wouldn't check it out.

With a rush of adrenaline, Iida managed to understand the words in the manual. Oh? A rhythm game. And you can even play as a lady? That didn’t seem that ambitious. What's your plan, Mizuguchi? However, that first impression was completely forgotten once he started the game. "It's good, it's good, it's really, really good!" Iida's mind, which had been in a daze for a long time, was finally wide awake.

[Translator’s notes: Yeah, the connotation of “first time” is the same in Japanese as it is in English. Alternatively you can say “first encounter” but this is literally what is being said.]

p. 42

#2 [Maybe it's Love?] Why did Iida feel so happy all this sudden? He asked himself that. First of all, the game is simple yet very nice. The music was great. The so-called enemy, the Morolians, are cute and lovable, but that wasn't it. That wasn't it at all. There was a more powerful feeling. What was it? What is it? What could it be? What? After about 10 hours of thinking while playing the demo version, Iida was confused, but came to a conclusion. "Have I fallen in love with Ulala!?".

Though Iida had never been attracted to a virtual character before. Whenever he saw a super-cute virtual gal, he would flip though pages of idol photo albums, mumbling to himself, "Hmmm, I say 3D is waaay better." (His favorite is Megumi Okuna).

It was shocking that he was seduced by an attractive video game character. With most "competitive games," there wasn't any point with being charming. The cute charm of Space Channel 5 was not only because of Ulala's attractiveness, but also because of the charming feeling that was in the entire universe in the game which all added more to Ulala's charm. The strength of her determination was very admirable too. That's why he was love struck with her.

On one hand, Iida, who spent 31 years of his life not being smitten by virtual ladies, was very surprised that he fell for Ulala. In a sense, it completely went against all his standards he had over the years by falling for her. Naturally, his defense instincts kicked in, and he vehemently tried to deny his feelings of affection, but once he likes someone he can't deny it. There was no way to suppress the feelings that were building up in his heart. That night Iida fell asleep with a conflicted heart.

The following day, Iida found himself single-mindedly drawing Ulala's portrait on the back of an advertisement. It was like he was in a trance. He had the exact look of a man in love. Iida declared to himself loudly, "I'm in love, I've fallen in love with Ulala!"

#3 [Love Letter] Iida was honestly happy to have fallen in love with Ulala, but she wasn't someone who existed in this world. Iida had no idea how to deal with this. Who could he possibly send the letter to…? Ah yes, Mr. Mizuguchi! After all, he was the creator.

The rule of thumb to writing a letter like this, was to review before sending it to the post office the next morning. However, Iida's love for Ulala was so intense that he forgot even that basic rule. He wrote the love letter in a single sitting late at night, and without reading it over, he sent it off to Mr. Mizuguchi. He immediately replied, "For real!?"He didn't sound too happy about it. He must've made Mr. Mizuguchi feel really embarrassed thinking back to that… but Iida couldn't help it being swept up with love. This comment led to Iida's feelings for Ulala to take an unexpected turn.

[The Email]

From: Mizuguchi To: Kazutoshi Iida Subject: [Redacted] Date: Mon, November 29, 1999 8:01 PM

For real!?

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From: Kazutoshi Iida To: Mizuguchi Subject: [Redacted] Date: Mon, November 29, 1999 6:12 PM

It's not like me to write in the middle of the night. Sorry, I couldn't attend the Q-Front event. I couldn't go to Osaka because of serious feelings.

I wanted to. I really wanted to see everyone there (at the Q-Front) and ask about these feelings. I was so excited, but Ulala has been on my mind so I couldn't make it.

Thank you for sending me the demo version. Usually, I'm never attracted with dating sim games. But you know, I actually fell in love with Ulala. So much that I asked [Redacted] to go out and buy me a poster of her!

I've never felt like this before. I've never fallen in love with a virtual person before, so I have no idea how to address this situation.

I'd really love to see more of her. Please make more [Redacted] and even more merchandise! I really love Ulala!

I'm sorry for this ridiculous email. But I really like her! I hope that this doesn't make me sound like a stalker.

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Kazutoshi Iida http:// www. kyojin. com

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[Translator’s notes: In the original text of the email, Mizuguchi ‘s email is said to be sent on Tuesday but the day is still the same (Nov 29, 1999) which would have been Monday. Not sure what that’s about.]

p. 43

#4 [Financial Difficulties] How should feelings of affection for fictional characters be expressed… Create a fanzine? Launch a fansite on the web? Iida, who was troubled by this, looked at his desk and saw a figurine of a female character who had been handed out at the Shenmue launch event. Oh, a figure. What a good idea, a figurine. They always make figures. Oh right, figures! Figurines exist as physical objects. You can touch it! You can look at it from various angles! You can talk to it! You can even carry it around! You can go anywhere with it! This is the exact opposite of the saying, "From the atom to the pits," from the classic 1990's book Digital Being, but in this case it'd simply be an arrow pointing in the opposite direction. It's not something that makes sense out of context. One second Iida felt like he was in the Armed Forces, and the next moment, he quickly got his hands on the phone. The person on the other line was Mr. T, a sculptor whom he once asked to make a figure of Doshin. He eagerly agreed to produce the figure.

However, another big problem needed to be solved here: pre-production. The estimate for figure production was about several hundred thousand yen. Iida weighed the worth of money and love. Love by far was the worthier of the two. But, at the same time, came the fact that he couldn't cherish something that wasn't tangible. It was a real kicker.

Hmmmm~ perhaps gambling? Iida was quite the pachinko enthusiast during his school days, and had lived on his earning from it for about a year. Should he try it again? During that time, he exceled at a type of pachinko called Hanemono, which, while not necessarily gambling, was a sure- fire way to make a few coins (relatively speaking). Nowadays, most pachinko parlors only had seven machines, where computer programs controlled the "jackpots." There were very few pachinko parlors that still allowed Hanemono. To figure out where they were, Iida bought a copy of "Pachinko Strategy Magazine" (published by Futabasha) and immediately began his search.

#5 [Figure is Nearly Done!] After lots of searching, Iida managed to solve his financial problem (he struggled, but the "Pachinko Strategy Magazine" helped him a lot). When he visited Mr. T's workshop in Hachioji, Ulala was just now taking shape. It looked good and almost done. Iida's eyes looked bloodshot when he opened the door. His First Bit Love was coming to an end with this. I guess we could call this a happy ending.

What are you going to do when Ulala's figure is completed, Mr. Iida? "What?…I guess lick it."

This happy ending has reached its conclusion. But the merry-go-round of love will never sit still, and will be a story to talk about for the rest of your life!

[Translator’s notes: Hanemono is apparently an extremely old version of pachinko machines; the most common of them are called Mr.Fall. And yes he is saying he’ll lick it.]

p. 120

Thanks

Space Channel 5 Kinda Funky Book

Editorial Production

株式会社レッカ社 (like Lekka-sha Co., Ltd)

関屋智子

軽部裕介

中田宏之

谷水輝久 (Futabasha Publishers Ltd.)

Writers

後藤勝

浦地美樹

Graphic and Text Designer

山田タロウ (Furi Furi Company)

Illustrator

中澤美帆

Photographers

殿村誠士

大沢誠

Progress Management

豊田引 (design-office-OURS)

In Cooperation With SEGA Enterprises, LRD.

Publisher 諸角裕

Publishing Company Futabasha Publishers Ltd. 3-28 Higashi Goken-cho, Shinjuku, Tokyo 162-8540 Giro 00180-6-117299

Printing Recruit Computer Publishing Co., Ltd. Sanko Printing Co., Ltd.

Misprinted copies with incorrect or missing pages will be replaced. Price and date of publication are listed on the cover. All rights reserved. Any unauthorized reproduction, copying, or reprinting of this book is prohibited. We do not accept calls and inquiries regarding the game or its contents. Thank you for your understanding.

#space channel 5 #doshin the giant #Ulala #Gyun Gyun Book #translations #morolians #jaguar #pudding #//(barely)

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