Hhhh atm I am just…sooo?? fed up with nowadays movies. It’s always lowkey there, but now this feeling is at a max.

They just don‘t feel right anymore. They don‘t give. They feel like cash grabs instead sometimes. Especially now in the franchise recycling era of hollywood. It’s hard to describe. And it’s already a topic in social media, so it’s a mass of people that are like NOPE. So I know that most of the stuff I am talking about was already mentioned somewhere, like the massive green screen use in marvel movies. I just want to rant for a bit.

Big thing that is talked about is lack of practical VFX (def more practical VFX again pleeeasee), but have you listened to the soundtrack of nowadays movies? Remember themes like from indiana jones, lord of the rings or the sixth sense? Because most of what is produced now is a homogenous thing. And most of isn’t even done through an orchestra anymore. It just sounds off.

For example thriller movies. In the 90s they used a lot of classic orchestra composition that added to the plot, gave a feeling to it and had a theme to it?? Can’t watch thrillers from nowadays, because what you hear is a lot of Hans zimmer-esque brutal bass with somewhat digital sounds. And it all sounds the same, somewhat procedural. And guess what: how is a soundtrack supposed to add to the plot when there is barely one. That’s the other thing: thrillers from now feel empty. It’s alot of splatter and adrenaline. But not real thinking, contemplating and conjecturing for the viewers behind it. Thrillers aren’t really thrillers anymore, but border on horror/splatter movies in a way.

But it’s not just thrillers, that was just one example. When was the last time you saw a wholesome movie production in the last years? Close to zero. It’s like a drought. I enjoy me some cheesy movies that I can just let „rain“ over me w/o putting any emotions into it. Just the wholesomeness of it all. But it’s not the only kind of genre that is going through a drought. It’s what friends of mine observed too. Most released movies go into the more adrenalin/action genre way.

Nowadays they only go just „one way“, not even trying to be anything more. Movies like The Mummy were successful because they were able to combine several genres. This whole movie had its own type of personality and that is why it’s so cherished to this day. Another example was 90s addams family movies or legally blonde. Nowadays movies feel like they don’t have any ideas anymore, so they only try to recreate what was successful before for the fast cash grab. Some movies still do have that personality thing and succeed, i.e. like EEAAO, but it’s rare.

And most movies don’t even try anymore because it feels like they let VFX do the talking. People are like uuuh and ahhh about it. But the fascination only holds for so long until there’s the point when all you remember about the movie is the prettiness, but close to no plot. I.e. when you compare movies from the 40s until now you’ll notice that somewhere from let’s say 2005 to 2022 there a „plot decline“ if it comes to summarizing. It’s hard to describe and I know that there is a term for it. It’s the same phenomenon that video games underwent. In short: there’s so much going on in peoples allday life nowadays that the attention span shortened but therefore cognitive abilities increased, so the industry adapted to that lifestyle. In other words: it has to entertain the customer that it’s worth their money, but in a short time span so they can still be „productive“ and/or needs less headspace (i.e. heavy, complex plot) so it’s not energy draining. It’s a complex topic, so I won‘t go into it that much. It really would explain the fascination for marvel movies. It’s like they don’t pay for a movie, they pay for an 2-3 hours event. It’s pretty pictures with lot of action with juuust enough plot. They leave with a rush without being too overwhelmed. And chances are high that you watch them only once for awhile.

And here’s another thing: I don’t need movies to be HD. I don’t need to see pores and wrinkles in every detail. I actually miss the grainy quality sometimes.

Yea I know I sound like a grumpy granny always using „back then“ and „nowadays“ stuff. And maybe it really is a bigger sentiment for nostalgia that I have atm. Though I do know I am not the only one feeling like this and you know that’s kinda sad. Things like movies or in general speaking art and other entertainment is fuel for people to keep them content and it’s kinda frustrating to see one form of content to stagnate in such a way. We do see technical progress in movies and hey that’s great that we can do nifty stuff like that with computers, but what’s the point if more important ingrediens are lacking?

15 questions/Get to know me!

1. Are you named after anyone? I was told there is some folklore tale about some thief? And my parents were like yeh let's name our child after him lol?

2. When was the last time you cried? Today lol. I am very emotional and easy to cry. That being said it's not like if you yell at me I cry instantly cuz I am that squishy. It's when I am really happy or sad I got teary real quick.

3. Do you have kids? Got shit ton of ocs does that could lmao

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Depends. If I am around people who understand it then yeh. Otherwise I try to not use it when I see people are not getting it.

5. What sports do you play/have you played? Archery was the only sport I've done. Still got my bow and I would love to go back to it one day. Also does riding a horse count? Did that for a few years too.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people? Not sure honestly. Like I usually try to look at people all over than one specific thing? Really dunno

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Both. Tho I rarely watch scary movies cuz I found most boring.

8. Any special talents? What even counts as special talent? I can touch the tip of my nose with my tongue that's special right? And art is a pretty neat talent too I guess lol

9. Where were you born? In a shitty hospital in Czech republic

10. What are your hobbies? Art, games and reading uuuh.. role-playing? I do a lot of stuff but these are the ones that I can confidently say I do practically daily.

11. Do you have any pets? Yes! Cranky old lady kitty named Caramel. A very sweet bunny gurl caller Ari (yes after my oc) AND my pet moss~ 12. How tall are you? 163cm / 5.3 feet

13. Fave subject in school? Physics! Tho I almost didn't pass cuz I couldn't count shit, it was fun to find out how stuff works.

14. Dream job? Something creative or fun for sure. Like yes I would love to do something art related but I am not picky and I got surprised by what jobs I enjoyed once I actually tried them. Also, when you got good co-workers and the job is decent it's a dream job basically.

15. Eye colour? Grey-blue with brown

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HeliosR - Akira Otori Card story ‘‘Even calligraphy’s a knock out of the park’‘

Translation of Akira Otori’s 4* “HAPPY NEW YEARS SHOW!” card story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Akira: Oi, Brad. Won’tcha lend me your calligraphy set?

Brad: Calligraphy set? Are you going to use it for the “New Year's Heroes” program?

Akira: Yeah! I wanna write something for the new year~

Brad: I don’t mind lending it out, however… Are you experienced with calligraphy?

Akira: Nah, I ain’t

Brad: Then it looks like I have to teach you from the beginning.

Akira: Ya don’t gotta teach me. I mean, it’s just writing kanji with a paintbrush? Easypeasy♪

Brad: ………….

Akira: W-what…

Brad: Wait here for a moment.

Brad: This is an essential tool for calligraphy.

Akira: What a flimsy piece of paper~

Brad: It’s Japanese calligraphy paper. Most of the time this is what people use for writing. And when you’re writing you must absolutely utilize this pencil board.

Brad: Due the paper being this thin it’s impossible for it to absorb all the ink, which could stain the surface you’re using. Be careful with it.

Akira: Yeah yeah, got it

Brad: …….Akira, try preparing yourself as if you’re about to write.

Akira: Ooh, so you are putting me in practice♪ Rather than hearing ‘bout how this paper stuff goes, it’s faster to try it out anyway

Akira: So first goes the pencil board, then I’mma lay the paper on top of it…

Akira: Great! I did it. I mean, there’s no way there’s anyone that can get this wro-

Brad: It’s wrong.

Akira: Ueeeh!?

Brad: Spreading it out vertically is the correct way when it comes to paper of this size. Fundamentally, calligraphy is written from the top to the bottom, making it usual practice to have it laid out as such. Although everything I said so far is how it’s done in Japan.

Akira: W-writing verticallyyyyyyyy~~!?? Who the hell goes out there writing vertically, ‘cuz I sure haven’t!?

Brad: I’ll demonstrate.

Brad: After preparing the paper, focus your mind. As for your posture when writing, seiza is the rule.

Akira: S-seiza…? Uuuh, my legs already go numb from sitting cross legged…

Brad: Once you’re ready, you take this tool, the inkstone, and make ink to write with your brush. Take a little bit of water, go over the inkstone…

Akira: Ooooooooh~! The water turned black after scraping that block thingie! 

Brad: It’s one of the fundamentals to make ink out of the ink shavings.

Brad: However, using an inkstone might prove to be somewhat difficult for beginners. Akira, you should use this off-the-shelf ink.

Akira: Hold it. It’s difficult for beginners, yeah?

Akira: I can do about this much, y’know. Like, who do ya think I am

Brad: …… Understood, go ahead and show what you can.

Brad: Arbitrarily deeming you to be a beginner is indeed presumptuous.

Akira: Hell yeah! Just you watch, Brad. I’ll make the best ink you’ve seen in your whole life

Akira: Dip it a lil’ in the water… and…

Akira: UOOOOOH!

Brad: !? Akira, lessen your amount of strength. Rubbing it with too much power doesn’t mean it’ll guarantee good ink.

Akira: UOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!! More power, gotta put more power in my arm!!

Brad: Akira…!

Akira: OOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! VOLTAGE MAX!!!!!!!!!!

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Akira: Hehehe~! Pulled it off nicely there, didn’t it. Maaan, I really AM a genius♪

Brad: …..It was a good call to place a sheet beforehand. 

Akira: Awright! My ink’s ready to go, guess it’s time to finally get to writing. 

Akira: I’ll start with my ambition for this year.

Akira: Ambitions, ambitions…

Akira: …..Hmmm, can I write something like that? When you were on New Year’s Heroes you wrote some word with just four of these kanji.

Brad: Yes, it’s called a four-character compound word. Beginners often choose to write these, however for those unfamiliar with Japanese culture the meaning would get lost on them.

Brad: There might be practices set in stone when it comes to calligraphy, but what’s written on paper is up to the individual themselves. Let your heart decide what to write.

Akira: ….Let my heart decide, huh

Akira: That reminds me. While I was wrestling with ink ya wrote somethin’ too, yeah. Was it some new year’s ambition?

Brad: No, nothing like that.

Akira: Hold on, kanji? Huh, I feel like I’ve seen ‘em before…

Brad: You can have this.

Akira: Eh? Why?

Brad: These kanji are read as “Otori Akira”- It’s your name expressed in Japanese.

Brad: You can write your ambition with characters you’re familiar with, vertically or horizontally, what suits best for you. However, by topping it off with your name written vertically, it would end up resembling what one calls the first calligraphy of the year.

Akira: O-ooh… Thanks

Brad: Mental concentration is necessary for calligraphy. In a quiet place, keeping your focus at bay.

Akira: Gotcha, gotcha♪

Brad: ….Do you really?

Akira: With this I’m gonna make the show even better now! You betcha it’ll knock your socks off, Brad!

Even The Grinch Needs A Sidekick

Summary- 4k Mike (Me from Playing It Cool) x You. You have been busy, and today is no different. A children's Christmas Party at the hospital where you work is taking up all your time. Mike calls in Scott for some culinary help so you can have a relaxing night. Mike also finds a new friend and brings him home. Fluff. I really don’t think there are any warnings, but if you all pick up on something, go ahead and let me know. The lovely divider made by @firefly-graphics​ Happy Holiday Everyone

A/N- This wasn’t what I had planned for this chapter. But you know what, sometimes the story just does what it wants, damned if the writer wants that. I do love it though. 

Previous Chapter- Tonight It’s Scrooge McDuck

You tugged on your scrubs, having pulled out your favorite pair with The Grinch dressed as Santa Claus, Max with his single antler and little Cindy Lou Who with her red Christmas bauble. You hummed while grabbing your bell earrings when Mike came into the bedroom, glancing at you all dressed up for the hospital. “What's the occasion?” He questioned while turning you around and looking you up and down. 

“A group of us are going down into the children's ward to hand out some presents. I know I'm not supposed to wear the decorated scrubs, but it's once a year. Tomorrow I will go back to those boring as fuck ones.” You leaned up to kiss him swiftly before stepping around him. “But I'm going to be late, and I have an order of cookies to pick up on my way to work.” 

Mike followed you out, unlike you, he wasn't in a rush anywhere. It was a few days before Christmas and just as he had promised, he was about halfway done with Brian's script. The detective drama story line spoke to him a bit more than the rom-com scripts he was stuck with last time, and was finding it a hell of a lot easier to spend his day thinking about. 

You were busy packing a bag with some stuff you had picked up for the kids, and Mike grabbed a bagel he wrapped earlier, toasted lightly with cream cheese as well as a to go mug of coffee, you were distracted and listing off your to-dos when he handed them to you. “Don't forget to eat, and I got dinner tonight.” 

“Oh thank you, I know i have been all over the place the past week.” You paused when you saw what he had and took them to set the mug beside your bag, and pack away the bagel while continuing to talk to him. “You know… tonight is Chopped, and I shouldn’t be late tonight.” You bit your lip in a grin and turned to face him. “We might be able to beat our record.” Hinting at a bedroom game you two played, just for the hell of it.

Mike's eyes crinkled in the corner knowing well what you were playing at, reaching out to grab the front of your shirt and ease you forward into his arms, a grin softening his features as he wiggled his brows. “Think we will beat our time tonight. It's been awhile since we’ve messed around.” His hands slid down to cup your ass cheeks through your scrubs, making you arch into him, and you chuckled while easing your arms around his neck and tilting your head to press your lips to his, teasing darts of the tongue dragging against his bottom lip before pulling away, not letting the kiss get to that deep needing way. That has caused you to be late before and you weren’t going to let yourself be late today.

“That will have to wait till tonight Mike.” You wink at him as he groans as if waiting was not in his plan. “See you later tonight, and smile Baby, no being a Grinch just before Christmas.” You shouldered your bag and backed to the door to stay out of his reach, and slipped out the door with a grin. Mike snapped the door open as you were heading down the stairs. 

“Love you to Y/N” He shouted, and you waved back at him before disappearing from sight. Mike closed the door behind him, and pulled out his phone to scroll through his contacts. Hitting Scott’s name, he pressed dial and waited through the rings before a groggy voice answered. 

“What Man, it's 7 am, what in the hell do you already want Mike?” Scott snapped out and Mike grinned hearing his best friend. 

“Good Morning to you to Scott, are you still up for helping me tonight?” Mike asked and Scott groaned out a yes before hanging up. Whistling Mike grabbed a piece of toast and went to his computer to get to work. A text came through a short time later, a grocery list for Mike to pick up. 

Mike was coming back from the store with the ingredients Scott sent him a list of when he heard something shuffling in an alleyway he was passing. His head tilted when he heard the whimper that shifted into a scared woof, and Mike turned partially into the dirty alleyway, a particularly smelly dumpster half blocked it from sight and the light bright street seemed to grow into a darker ominous presence the further he stepped in, listening intently for that noise again. “Hello?” He asked cautiously, and all that filled his mind was somebody stashed behind the disgusting dumpster, and then he would be pulled into questioning by the cops… 

I really gotta stop watching those dramas Y/N liked so much he thought to himself as he peered into the edge of the dumpster to see nothing then dirty black garbage bags that had been torn into. Nothing unusual. But under the dumpster came a whine, rather pathetic, and Mike looked down between his feet to see a black nose with streaked white fur peek out with a loud sniff against his shoe, and a tilt had it grabbing at his shoelaces that were half hanging loose. “Hey!” he exclaimed and backed up to see the nose disappear back under the dumpster.

 “Here boy… or girl, whatever you are.” Mike called while shifting to a kneel while setting his groceries aside and landing carefully on his palms to lean down and peek under the dumpster. At first there was nothing to see, but then a puppy was trying to wriggle its way out the other side, on its belly with its back legs stretched out behind him. 

Mike was quick to bolt around the dumpster to see the puppy almost out from underneath it. Covered in mud and who knows what else, his head much bigger than the rest of his body, Mike was able to nab the puppy on the nape of his neck and pick him up, which he hung there growling and barking, his hind end and tail curled up in the fetal position. “Okay little guy, just hold on. Promise not to bite me and I will quit holding you like this.” Mike folded his arm to cradle under the puppy’s backside, and let him lean against his chest. He weighed practically nothing, it seemed all his matted fur made him appear bigger then he actually was. Once he was supported, he quit squirming and studied the man. All while Mike studied him back, now unsure of what to do with him. 

Big brown eyes started to droop as a wet black nose bopped against Mikes, and that sealed the deal. Sure there apartment didn't allow dogs but Mike couldn't just leave him there. “Guess you're coming home with me. I already know Y/N will be thrilled.” He grabbed his bag of groceries and made his way back to the apartment, sure to rush up the three flights of stairs and try to shift puppy, and groceries into one arm to get his keys. The puppy ended up wriggling in his arm and he set him down between his shoes to dig out his keys from his pants pocket while the wide eyed mutt peeked around his leg and bounded down the hallway, yipping. “No! Boy get back here.” Mike shoved the door open, along with the groceries before he sprinted after the fleeing canine to get him back. Scooping him up, he rushed back towards his door when the neighbor poked her head out. “Mike, what are you doing?” 

“Uh nothing Mrs. Beatrix… Sorry to have bothered you.” He waved one handed over his shoulder while trying to contain the squirming pup in his arms. Once he dipped into the apartment, half tripping over the bag of groceries, Mike slammed the door shut and set the puppy down, who dropped nose to the floor and started weaving back and forth. 

“Listen man… if this is gonna work out, you have to help out.” Mike said, kicking off his tennis shoes and grabbing the bag to bring to the kitchen, right behind him was the pitter patter of nails on linoleum and while he was emptying the bag of stuff for Scott, a pair of paws pressed against the back of his calves. A loud whine issued, and looking over his shoulder, he chuckled. “Hungry, arnt ya kiddo? Okay, lets see if Y/N has any ham left over from the night before.” He turned and searched the fridge, the puppy right there with his head stuck in it as well. 

It was much later when Scott came over, Mike was working on his script as well as keeping an eye on the new house guest when his ears perked to Scott entering the apartment, his arms filled as well with a couple bags that he set down. 

“Uuuh, are you babysitting someone's dog?” Scott asked curiously while his shoes were getting inspected. And Mike snapped his laptop shut to look over the edge of his desk at them. 

“No, I found him wedged under a dumpster. I couldn’t leave him there.” Mike dropped his hand and gave a soft whistle, which the pup gave Scott one last sniff before barreling back to Mike which scooped him up into his lap, scratching behind his ears. 

“What do you think Y/N will say?” Scott dropped his bags onto the counter and started to unpack and add his ingredients with the stuff Mike had picked up earlier. 

“I think she will be secretly thrilled.” Mike ruffled the pups ears and then set him back down on the floor. He moved to a stand and crossed into the kitchen to scrub his hands clean. “She loves dogs and watch her insist we keep him.” 

“Even when your landlord doesn't allow dogs here?” Scott was asking with a slight laugh while peeling open all the spices, and Mike took his time making faces down at the pup while drying his hands. 

“Eh, hes hardly around and we will figure it out. Besides, I would like to get out of this building, nothing ever works. Last week the hot water was out for the hundredth time it seems. This block always loses power first and last to get it back. Time for an upgrade, Brian already has another script for me to work on after this one finishes. If I really work on it, I should be done right after Christmas.” 

Scott grimaced a bit, but kept himself turned away from Mike while listening to him. “You know… a break afterwards might not be a bad thing, You’ve been writing steadily since before October. I know you're on a streak, but you have to come up for air sometime.” 

Mike shrugged at Scott. “Hey, I gotta take the pieces where I can get them right? Money is good and getting my name known will help in the long run. It's nothing I can’t handle. I know I’ve been distant a bit with Y/N, why you are here today, teaching me how to roast a chicken.” 

“I don’t know how you convinced me to do this. What person doesn't know how to cook a meal for their partner? You two have been dating for two years and this is the first time?” He scolded Mike while grabbing vegetables to give a rinse in the sink. The pup had planted himself between the two men, his ears perked while swinging his head back and forth to listen. 

“Take out, out to dinner, breakfast? I don't know, it just hasn’t happened. But tonight my man, with your help, I’m changing that. Y/N has been working hard the last couple weeks, and I know this will make her feel special.” Mike rolled up his sleeves, preparing to help Scott with whatever he needed while winking at their guest. “And who better to help me then you? You and Neil took all those cooking classes together. So what is on the menu tonight?” Mike leaned in to look at a bag, which Scott shooed him out and reached in pulling out the last thing Mike expected, a whole chicken. 

“Roast chicken, garlic baby red potatoes, a nice side salad, and rolls. You really can't get easier than that, and it speaks sophisticated.” Scott informed him while placing the chicken in the sink. 

“Easy? Dude that's a whole damn bird.” Mike scoffed while coming around the counter. “What do you want me to do with it?” 

Scott was already going through the kitchen, grabbing cooking pans and aluminum foil. “Well you can start with unwrapping the chicken and giving it a rinse.” 

Mike gave the chicken a look and took a breath. “No big deal, right pupper?” Mike directed at the puppy, who yipped in excitement and tipped his head back to give a cheeky howl, making both the men laugh at his reaction. 

The crash course into cooking had Mike's head spinning. Scott had him chopping, dicing, sprinkling seasonings, tossing stuff together and when he finally got the pans into the oven, he took a deep breath. “Okay what's next?” Mike was now on his toes, ready for the next project but Scott was busy washing his hands. 

“Now you wait an hour, check it by popping one of the legs near the joint and seeing if the juices run clear. Also let it rest when you take it out for good, or else it will be dry as hell.” Scott informed while drying his hands. “Also you need to get cleaned up. And give the poor dog a bath.” Scott leaned down where the puppy scooted away from Mike and sniffed at his fingers, giving them a lick first and then a playful bite which Scott shook his finger loose from the tiny teeth. Mike watched a moment before checking his phone. 

“Y/N will be home soon, so I will get on that. I bet he's a pretty cute pup under all that dirt.” Mike leaned down to pick him up, and Scott straightened, grabbing his reusable grocery bags and tucked them under his arm. 

“Text me tomorrow to let me know how it came out and we on for Saturday at the bowling alley?” Scott approached the door and Mike followed, turning the pup around to wave his paw at Scott.

“Yes Uncle Scott.” Mike mimicked in a joking high pitched voice, leaving Scott rolling his eyes at his friend. 

“Bite him would ya? You still got those sharp baby teeth.” Scott let himself out and Mike twisted the puppy once more to face him. 

“What an ass huh?” Which rewarded him with a resounding woof in agreement and a nip at the end of his nose. “God damn it, you weren't supposed to listen to him.” Mike grumbled while retreating to the bathroom, knowing the timer would let him know when to check on the chicken. “Okay, what's safe to use on you?” he questioned while setting the pup down in the bathtub and pulled out his phone to google while starting to put warm water in the tub. 

You trudged up the apartment's stairs, a few gift bags hanging off your arm from some of the long time residents at the hospital. You were exhausted and really looking forward to opening up that bottle of wine you’ve been saving and crashing on the couch with Mike. 

Jingling keys from your coat pocket and letting yourself in, the first thing that you noticed was the smell of chicken and potatoes wafting in from the kitchen, making your stomach roll in hunger and your mouth water. Following your nose, you went to drop off your bags when you called out “Mike? Where you at?” You had expected him to be in front of his glowing computer screen, where he usually was when in the middle of writing a script, but not tonight. 

“Will you stop it? I'M IN HERE.” You heard him call from down the hallway, and after you toed off your shoes, you started down to hear something whining and splashing. 

“Mike… what's going on?” You question as you stop at the bathroom doorway to see something you never expected to see. Mike was kneeling next to the tub and hanging off the edge was soggy paws and a soapy puppy giving the most pitiful look up at him while wagging his tail, sending a trail of water and soap spreading all over the room. 

“I said cut that out!” Mike wailed while reaching to catch the tail and squeeze out the excess water from it before letting it go, which just started the sloppy wagging again and a howl now while Mike attempted to rinse him off. “Welcome home Baby.” 

You just melt at the scene, grabbing a towel off the counter and unfolding it while Mike moves to a stand, picking the soaked dripping pup with him and you go to wrap him up in the fluffy towel. “Mike, where did you find this sweet baby?” You croon as you go to gently rub him dry, cupping his face and smiling at him. 

“Well… Under a dumpster a few blocks away.” Mike let you take the pup in your arms as your gently swaying him back and forth, still crooning and nuzzling him while hes giving licks to the tip of your nose. “I couldn't leave him there.” 

“Absolutely not.” You turned to leave the bathroom, leaving Mike to drain and rinse the tub while you brought your new friend out to the living room. Having him still wrapped in a towel, you settled on the couch and started to unwrap him from the towel, seeing his little yawns as he curled up on your scrub clad thighs. “Who would just leave you out there all alone little baby?” 

Mike finished up, taking a quick peek at his chicken, which had turned a deep golden brown, and the scent of sage and butter wafted from the open oven. Pulling it out, he listened to you talking to the puppy while setting it on the counter to let it sit before cutting into it. 

“Wine?” He called out while pulling out your favorite glass, already knowing the answer when you resounded a yes from the other room. Pouring it, he went back in to sit down next to you, handing you the wine and tossing his arm over your shoulder to pull you in closer. Tucking in his side, you hummed softly while softly petting the snoring pup in your lap. 

“We should think about what we're going to do with him.” You sigh a bit, scritching behind his ear while he twisted in your lap and went belly up, your fingers tickling along the pink of his belly. 

Mike considered it, letting his own fingers trail along your shoulder. “Why not keep him? We only have a few months left of our lease. About time we move right? Maybe something bigger.” 

You had never heard Mike talk like this, like in the future setting. He had always been in the moment, by the seat of your pants kind of man, and you were always a bit nervous to even bring up the future with him. You cleared your throat a bit while looking up at him, straightening a bit, which jostled the puppy just a bit and woke him up with a whining yawn, stretching in your lap. “You really want that Mike?” You searched his face and he shrugged, a tinge of pink along the top of his cheeks. 

“Well I wouldn't mention it if I didn't Y/N.” He teased while reaching for the pup who started to wriggle around in your lap, and set him down on the floor before pushing himself to a stand. “Come, I actually made a real dinner and you still gotta tell me about work. Did that intern drive you crazy today?” He efficiently changed the subject, which you let him. Slipping into his hold, you went to help him in the kitchen. Leaning over the counter as he transferred the chicken, you inhaled deeply. 

“You made this Mike?” you asked incredulously with an arched brow, waiting for him to confess that it was an order in and he made it look homemade, but he smirked at you while starting to carve. 

“I will have you know I made this myself.” 

You gave him the look, the one that demanded the ultimate truth. 

“With Scotts help, okay. But I did the work.” Mike plucked a piece of chicken loose and held it to you, which you popped in your mouth, licking at your lip and grinning at how it tasted. Reaching for another piece and plucking a piece to give to the puppy waiting patiently at your foot. “Scott just instructed me on what to do.” 

“His classes are paying off. Maybe he can become our free instructor.” You joked while going around the counter to finish helping Mike get stuff ready and for the first time in a while you two sat at the table instead of crashing in front of the tv with junk food. Soon plates were pushed aside, full from the excellent food and tired after the long day, you went to take a quick shower while Mike cleaned up the kitchen. 

Coming back out dressed in sleep shorts and a tank, you found Mike laying on the couch with the puppy standing on his back legs, front paws on the couch trying to jump up. Mike scooped him up onto the couch with him, whispering to him. “Looks like your staying boy, what are we going to name you? Buster? You almost look like a Buster.” You approached the couch and Mike shifted enough so you could lay down along his side, half wedged on him and between the couch, laying your head on Mike's shoulder. 

“Hmmm, what about Scout?” You wiggle your nose at the puppy, who efficiently ignored both names, proceeding to chew on Mike's shirt, the Christmas lights on the tree being the only glow in the room. You smiled and whispered out. “Hey Max… look at me.” 

Which the brown and white puppy immediately perked up, and Mike shook his head. “Max? Why Max?” 

You grinned while watching Max perk up every time Mike said his name, your giggle muffled against his shirt. “We needed a Christmas dog name.” Then you hummed out Your A Mean One Mr.Grinch. “Max can be your sidekick now Mr.Grinch.” 

Mike gave a laugh, running his fingers along your hips, making you laugh out and trying to pull away. Max growled out, barreling against you and Mike to tug at Mikes hand, and you grasped the pup to set him aside gently so that you two rough housing didn’t end up getting him hurt. 

“Seems like he is more your sidekick Baby.” Mike smirked as he pulled you in closer to him, flushing kisses against your neck and rubbing up and down your back. You settled back in against his chest. “Ready for bed?” He asked, calculating how many hours were left so he could write a bit after you fell asleep. 

“Mmhh, it was such a nice evening, I hate to end it so soon.” You tilted your head up to press your lips to his and Mike pushed up to a sit. 

“We will pick it up tomorrow. Besides, I should probably take the rugrat out to potty, now that it’s dark out.” 

Your arms eased around his neck and you gave him a more passionate loving kiss in thank you, and eased up. “I will see you when you come back up Mike.” Max sat there watching the two of you and you ruffled Max’s ears, then headed to the bedroom. Mike watched you go down the hallway and then looked to see Max had ditched him to go check out the tree, sniffing excitedly when Mike's eyes sprang wide to see him pop a squat. 

“Max! No!” Mike yelled, springing up to catch the pup. 

STUFF SPEWED IN A IC DISCORD SERVER

"who else has thought about attaching a chainsaw to a roomba."

"it's fun to see natural selection in action."

"im gonna make ya pop your teeth like a pez dispenser little man."

"they are a bit naive to assume their friends aren't sugar daddies/mommies."

"Suck a nail, gnome."

"hey ma'am I respect you but uuuh GOT MILK??"

"HA! The most romantic thing I have ever done was read them their arrest warrant."

"I personally love our gothic horror police station that stands in the most remote part of the island."

"if you find someone bashing their head against the shower wall, it's me. Sorry for the mess."

"Awh don't worry, it just takes a while to wedge the stick out of their ass, but eventually they give up trying to make you go away."

"OH SIR YOUR BADONKAROOS TOO STRONK."

"its like giving a chainsaw to a coffee high rattata."

"it's like, twenty disillusion's stacked on top of each other to make their best attempt at a human."

"i'd sooner sleep with my sleep paralysis demon."

"yea being a menace is my thing thanks for asking and (NAME) I WILL UNSCREW UR COCK FUCK OFF."

"oh to be a tiny speck in the endless blue and to be at the mercy of the old gods I guess."

"I too like my eggs not fertilized and in a pan."

"Why do we bother to teach anyone here anything." - "Masochism."

"i got 23478934 wurples all over the place pls help-."

"look im not gonna say im suuuper feral like i know how to use a spoon but-."

"that's how you know their coming, you just hear the slow, Methodical approach of the circus music getting closer."

"formal dress......... my mortal enemy................... we meet again.........................................."

"take their teeth."

"aggressively t-pose outside of (NAME'S) house event scheduled."

"(NAME), you are so very lucky i am used to your nonsense.

"im gonna waterboard u in a public toilet i swear to arceus."

"You are a creampuff. Probably tasty but bad."

"It's like a super villain origin story except the villain pays rent and mostly goes hee hoo on online chats."

"shit man maybe i should just smoke some weet and fuck off lmao."

"Try not to flick the bean!"

"NO, IT'S ONLY BECAUSE YOU ARE LEGALLY NOT ALLOWED TO BE SAD-."

"out of the blue there's this voice, repeatedly saying 'anus' trying to sound convinced like, motivational speaker practicing in front of a mirror."

"Welcome back to life after your anus encounter."

"HEEHOO ANUS."

"dont heehoo anus me."

I could see Sam deciding that he should teach Cas what he knows about self defense (which is admittedly not much), because anyone could come into the inn and hurt them and Cas doesn’t even know how to throw a punch. But Cas isn’t all that interested in throwing punches. Dean will practice if Sam asks him too, but he doesn’t think he ever would hit someone in real life! Sam starts feeling anxious that they won’t be able to defend themselves. Maybe he and Dean even get some lessons from Bobby, but ultimately it takes time in their quiet life to realize that there really is safety here. Even when his adrenaline is racing, he is safe at home with Dean and Cas

omg ;~; poor sam but yes i can so see this!!!!! he's like CAS you NEED to know how to gut someone like a fish. HOW can you expect to Survive in this world and Protect Dean if you don't know how to use a pocketknife to slit someone's throat in a bar brawl. and cas is like uuuh what the fuck.

i think yeah dean would like try to learn fighting stuff so that theoretically he could protect sam, and if push came to shove and SAM's life was on the line he COULD get violent...but mostly sam is worried about dean, and for dean the idea of defending HIMSELF with violence would pretty much give him a heart attack fgchvbjnk

i think that yes, time passes and sam starts to realize he and his family aren't constantly in danger and so he doesn't have to worry so much about defending them.... however, i also think a lot of the anxiety is reduced when one summer he blinks and is like. oh im 6'5" now. ok. when did that happen. guess i dont have to think to hard about how to Protect My Family i guess thats pretty self explanatory now dtfyhjkfyhj.

Role playing with H!

I saw this on @harrywritingsbyme and I wanted to give it a try. All credits to her. 

It’s filthy, I guess.

You and Harry have been in a relationship for a while now, so it’s natural you guys would try new things in every aspect, including sex. Role play was something Harry was super excited about but due to your shy nature he kept it cool, not wanting to pressure you on something you weren’t comfortable with. But it wasn’t like you were vanilla too, you had your own kinks and Harry made an incredible job satisfying your fantasies, degradation, daddy kink and list goes on, but the biggest issue you had was the ‘’acting’’. It was not your thing, you loved watching Harry act like a daddy dom or the dirty talk he said to you was one of the main reasos your orgasms with him were so strong but the thought of acting for him made you cringe so hard. You knew Harry was into role play and you got really frustrated with yourself because you couldn’t act even if your life depended on it. 

So this all lead you to today, this month has been really busy for Harry, with touring, studio sessions, interviews, talk shows, you knew what you signed up for when you got in this relationship with him, you never once complained to him about how absent he was, you knew if he could choose, he’d always choose you and you also knew that once everything cooled down he’d take you to somewhere nice and spend all the time he could with you. But you are only human and couldn’t help but feel a little bit neglected, so that’s why you opened a bottle of wine and sat on the couch to watch some movies. There was only one problem, the sex scene during the movie between the boss and the secretary got you extremely horny and all you could think about was much you wanted to be in that position with Harry. So, why not? You were a little bit drunk, horny and with no shame whatsoever. 

You went straight to your bedroom, to put on the outfit you were thinking about. A new nice set of a red, small, lace lingerie that Harry never saw, a pencil skirt that complimented the curves of your body and a satin white dress shirt, you left the buttons open to show cleavage, and now it was just a matter of time. You stayed drinking in your bedroom just waiting to hear the front door open, and 30 minutes later you finally heard it, Harry calling your name ‘’babe? are you there?’’ so you immediately got in the bathroom to hide from him, you heard the bedroom door open as well ‘’babe, you’re in there?’’ ‘’yeah, i’m going in for a shower, I’ll be right out’’ you were actually sitting on the sink laughing at the situation, ‘’okay, I have some stuff to work on, I’ll be in the office, come see me when you’re done’’ ‘’sure, I will.’’ so you waited for about 10 minutes till he could set himself with his stuff in the office. You took a deep breath and kept saying in your head ‘’I can do it, I can act. It’s not cringe, he will love it.’’

So to his office you went, with your heart racing, your brain a little fuzzy from the alcohool, slowly you opened the office door and said ‘’Mr. Styles, you wanted to see me?’’ in the most innocent voice you could manage. The moment Harry looked at you, his mouth was like an ‘’O’’ and he kept staring, not saying a single word, ‘’Mr. Styles, are you okay? Do you need something?’’ you finally got Harry speechless ‘’I....uuuh - I, I’’ with that you giggled a little bit, getting Harry with nothing to say was a very hard task, his tongue was usually so sharp, ‘’Mr. Styles?’’ and it seemed like he got out of the spell he was on, and he caught up on what you were trying to accomplish, finally his fantasy would come true. ‘’Uh, yes. I actually need something, could you come here a bit and help me with this?’’ ‘’Sure, Mr. Styles’’ the name was already making his cock twitch in his pants, the pencil skirt envolving your perfect ass was making him imagine all the things he wanted to do to you. When you got behind the desk, close to his chair he kept staring at your tits, almost spilling from the shirt ‘’Miss y/n, do you know I like to keep a very profissional environment in my company, right? ‘’Yes, sir.’’ Harry’s cock was begging for some relief at this point, and your tiny lingerie was getting drenched just by the way he was looking at you, ‘’and do you think this outfit you’re wearing makes you look professional?’’ ‘’I like to think so, Mr. Styles’’ you answered bitting your lower lip, it was so fast, Harry opened your shirt with his whole strenght and all the buttons flied across the room ‘’and now? do you still think this is a professional environment?’’ ‘’no, Mr. Styles, I’m so sorry’’. Harry kept staring at you like a hawk, your lace red bra with your tits almost spilling from it, your nipples begging for attention, he firmly grabbed you by the waist, and put you on his lap, you started grinding on his cock that was extremely hard, you let a low moan escape from your lips, he pulled your hair hard ‘’you fucking dirty slut, keep grinding if you wanna keep this job’’ ‘’yes, Sir, please please please.’’ he noticed you were loving it, so he grabbed you by the throat to look straight into his eyes ‘’and don’t you dare fucking cum’’ ‘’yes, Mr. Styles, anything you want’’ you said before moaning loud. ‘’Tell me y/n, are you wearing panties?’’ ‘’Don’t you wanna find out, sir?’’ you smiled at him and he smiled at you, grabbing you by the waist one more time to stand up, just so he could take off your skirt, and when he saw the little red thong, his cock almost came to life, Harry didn’t even say anything, just turned you around to face your perfect ass, he spanked you twice because he knew how much you loved getting spanked ‘’fuck, Mr. Styles.’’ ‘’oh, do you like that?’’ ‘’yes, Sir.’’ so he hoisted you up and sat you on his desk, with your legs spread, the tiny piece of fabric covering your pussy was completely soaked at this point, and Harry immediately licked a long stripe of your covered pussy ‘’oh fuck, I can taste you, you’re so fucking wet’’ ‘’please, please, please, don’t stop’’ and that’s when he stopped ‘’on your knees, now. don’t make me repeat myself.’’ you were absolutely frustrated right now, but you always did what he asked for ‘’yes, Sir.’’ ‘’now, y/n, I wanna fuck your throat raw, will you let me?’’ ‘’yes, please Mr. Styles’’ you loved his cock, you loved the feeling of having him in your mouth, Harry took his belt off, only took his cock out of his pants, he kept his clothes on, when you saw it, you instantly went for it and he took a step back, so you were on all four on the ground ‘’such a needy slut, aren’t you?’’ he said chuckling at your eagerness, you crawled to him and tried to suck his cock again and this time he let you, the moment your wet tongue touched his mushroom head a loud moan escape from his lips ‘’oh, fuck.’�� he was letting you having your moment with it, so you stroked it with your hands, sucked his balls, letting drool all over it, he loved messy blow jobs. After playing with it a little, he grabbed you by the head and started slowly fucking your throat, he knew you could take all of him after months of practice, so he started thrusting faster and moaning louder ‘’fuck, take all of me’’ you gagged a little bit ‘’I know you can take it, be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth’’ so he kept doing it, on his own pace, but always making sure you were okay and taking breaks for you to breathe, at one point he stopped and let you take the lead again, while you were bobbing your head on his cock he noticed you were grinding the floor, you couldn’t help it, you needed some relief ‘’what the fuck do you think you’re doing?’’ he asked yanking you by the hair ‘’are grinding the fucking floor? are you that filthy?’’ he said while choking you lightly and hoisting you up again from the floor ‘’sorry Sir, I- I couldn’t help it, I’m so sorry’’ ‘’open your mouth.’’ again, you always do what he asks, and you already knew what’s coming. Harry spits in your mouth, and you loved it, you loved the humiliation, you loved being manhandled by him, ‘’thank you, Mr. Styles.’’ you said smiling at him, ‘’oh, I’ll give you something to really thank me for’’ Harry put you on his desk, on your tummy, with your ass up, gave you one more smack and took off your panties, he didn’t even give you time to think about what he was doing, he ligned up his cock to your entrance and in one deep thrust he was fully into you, it felt like the air was out of your lungs and your eyes were rolling, and you heard Harry ‘’jesus fucking christ, you’re so fucking wet, fuck it’s dripping down your thighs’’ and all you could menage to do was moan, you moaned loud as Harry kept thrusting like his life depended on it, ‘’such a good fucking slut with the perfect tight cunt, just for me, right?’’ he grabbed you by the throat to let your head touch his chest ‘’huh?’’ ‘’yes, just for you Sir, only for you.’’ ‘’such a good fucking whore’’ as he kept his rythm you felt the bubble on your lower tummy starting to grow and he felt you squeezing him ‘’do you wanna keep this job?’’ fuck, he was still in character ‘’yes, Mr. Styles, please, please, please’’ you didn’t know what were you begging for, ‘’so ride me, but don’t you dare cum, and you better do a good job’’ you didn’t even answer, he slowly got out of you and sat on his chair, you straddled his lap and ligned yourself on him again. You on top was one of your favorite positions because it made you cum faster, but now with the rule he set for you, it was going to be hard but you kept going up and down on him, Harry was an absolute moaning mess, his hands were all over your ass, he loved the feeling of your ass giggling on his hands ‘’holy fucking shit, you’re such a slut, fucking your boss for a job, huh? I bet you were waiting for this happen, you wanted me to see the lingerie, didn’t you?’’ your orgasm was approaching ‘’yes, Mr. Styles, I always wanted to feel your cock, please, let me cum, I’ll be so good, I’ll do whatever you want’’ ‘’oh, will you now?’’ at this Harry got up with him still inside of you, and sat you on his desk, he yanked your hair to make your neck vulnerable for him, his thrusts were now slow but deep, while he was kissing your neck till your earlobe, and he whispered ‘’so I want you to cum with me, all over me, I wanna hear you scream, be a good cockslut and do what I’m saying’’ he didn’t wait for your answer, he started thrusting hard and fast again, chocking you the way he knew you liked it, your mouth was open and droll was coming out of your mouth while you’re moaning ‘’am I fucking my little whore stupid?’’ he was so condescending and you loved it ‘’cum for me, now’’ he knew you were close and he was too, he started rubbing circles on your clit while thrusting and that was it for you, you squirted all over his cock and lower stomach, it was so strong, you were seeing white and your ears were buzzing, but you felt Harry orgasming above you ‘’fuck, fuck, fuck, such a good girl’’ and you felt spurts inside you.

You were both fucked, Harry rested his forehead on your chest, breathing hard and you felt like floating, ‘’babe, you good?’’ he asked ‘’uhum, just can’t feel my legs and I’ll probably be sore tomorrow, but I’m feeling really fucking good’’ he loved you so much, he loved how you didn’t hold anything back when talking about your feelings, you were so open to him, you trusted him so much, ‘’thank you for making that happen, I know it’s not usual for you but fuck, that was so good, you’re so good to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you, I know I’m not being the best boyfriend right now, but I’ll make it up to you, I promise.’’ he said while kissing you all over your face, and you knew he would. ‘’None of that, you do what you need to do. I love you and I’m here, I’m glad I could make something you really wanted, I was good?’’ ‘’You’re perfect, such a good little slut f’me’’ you both laughed, while kissing each other. 

Fugent and the Medicus

Summary: Chase meets up with Henrik at a coffee shop for one of their customary weekly chats, planning to tell him about the weird things that have been happening to him. Unfortunately, things go awry.

Trigger Warnings: None

Chase felt the knot in his stomach tighten as he approached the coffee shop. He had been planning to ask Henrik about “the incident”, as he had decided to call it, and maybe bring up these pow-oddities that he discovered after it. He’d sound like a total nutcase, but he wasn’t really sure what else to do. Henrik was one of the smartest people he knew, plus one of his closest friends, so talking to him about it seemed like the only rational choice left. 

As he walked into the coffee shop, Chase peered around, trying to find Henrik. He eventually spotted him scrunched up in a booth with a somewhat wilted potted plant on the table, his usual black coffee already in hand. Henrik was wearing a green turtleneck with black sweatpants, and was occasionally glancing up while he sipped his coffee and checked his phone. Chase wasn’t sure why, but he kept glancing over at Henrik while he ordered his water (he didn’t really feel like having tea today). Henrik seemed somewhat off, or…different, for some reason. Chase realized what it was when he was picking up his drink. Is it just me, or does Henrik look...nervous?

“Hey!” he called to the doctor as he approached the booth. Henrik’s concerned expression dropped when he saw Chase and his face split into a grin. “Sorry I’m late, I had to help Emily with her homework.”

“It’s fine,” Henrik replied in his thick German accent. “I should be the one apologizing, I got here quite early. How is Emily? What was her homework about?”

“Oh, God. She’s started working on piecewise graphs, and of course she procrastinated, so I had to help her today. It was a total nightmare! I was so confused, I had to Google what it was when she wasn’t looking.” 

Henrik snorted. “That’s what happens when you drop out of high school.”

“Shut up, man,” Chase insisted, grinning from ear to ear. “How was your week? Did you have to help anyone out with their math homework?” he teased.

“I did, actually. Well, it was biology, not math, which was really easy for me.” Henrik smirked at Chase before sipping his coffee. “Surprisingly.”

“Oh my God, you’re such a smart-ass,” Chase laughed. 

“At least that’s better than being an idiot like you!” Henrik quickly responded, also laughing. 

Chase stopped worrying about Henrik as they continued their conversation. He wasn’t acting particularly nervous. He was making fun of Chase a little bit more than usual, which did usually happen when he got nervous about something. Chase just figured it was because he might have an important surgery to do tomorrow, or an inspection later that week from his boss, or something along those lines. Henrik valued his job so much that sometimes Chase wondered if he even cared about anything else. 

The only problem was that Chase couldn’t find the right moment to bring up his concerns. He never really went into these chats with a specific topic he wanted to talk about, but now that he was, he wasn’t really sure how to do it. Their conversation flowed like water, easily changing from one topic to the next and without many breaks in between. Eventually, however, he was given the opportunity, though not in the way he expected.

“Okay, so in my most recent video, I went to a skatepark with my crew to try some stuff out,” Chase was explaining. “I haven’t practiced in a while, but I was doing pretty well, right? Haven’t fallen yet, done some pretty cool tricks, recorded some interesting stuff. But then, as I was trying to grind on a rail, blam!” He spread his hands out for dramatic effect, knocking his water over in turn. It spread quickly across the table, and was about to soak Henrik’s phone and get under his coffee cup when Chase noticed.

“And the stupidest part was-Oh my God, Henrik! I’m so sorry!” Chase yelped. “I’ll go and get some napkins.”

With that, Chase dashed towards the stand that contained the napkins. Oh God, what if it ruins Henrik’s stuff?, he fretted. How can I be so clumsy? I really hope it doesn’t ruin any of his things. He grabbed about thirty napkins and rushed back to the table, where Henrik was staring across the table, mouth agape. 

“What? What’s wrong? Did the water get on your phone? If it did, I’ll buy you a new one. I’m really really sorry I spilled, it was an accident! I’m such a clutz,” Chase explained.

Instead of acknowledging what Chase had just told him, Henrik just said, “Look...at the water…” and pointed to the opposite side of the booth.

Chase asked him, “Wait, what happened? Are you okay?” But Henrik just stared, seemingly mesmerized. Dreading what he might see, Chase turned and looked.

The water was floating about a foot above the table. 

Clearly, nothing had been done to it by the baristas, as the water would have acted weird in Chase’s cup. Nor was it because of some special effects rig, as it still acted like water. It flowed and ebbed, it swirled around, droplets were breaking off and re-joining with each other. It was almost as if someone had power over it and was able to control it. 

Chase felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. He knew instantly what was happening. He panicked, then pushed it down. He closed his eyes, and tried to focus on bringing the water down into the cup.

“Chase, what are you…” Henrik started, but trailed off when he saw the water slowly lowering into the cup. When most of the water was safely back in the cup (a few droplets were still floating around), Chase sat down and looked at Henrik with a slightly panicked expression.

“Okay, w-well, when I walked in here to have our usual, uuuh, chat with you, I wanted to talk to you about...Well, I-I mean this is obviously a total surprise for you-Okay, wait n-no-this is just so weird and I don’t really know what to say, or-or how to explain...” Chase trailed off when he realized how stupid he sounded. Well, there goes the thought of Henrik not thinking I’m crazy, he thought. And so much for asking for help. There’s no way he’d help me if he thinks I’ve lost it! He looked up at Henrik, but his expression was unreadable. Chase was getting up and trying to think of an excuse to leave when Henrik grabbed his wrist.

“Wait,” he said. “I...have something to tell you-or...show you, I guess.” Without any more explanation, he grabbed one of the leaves of the plant and closed his eyes. 

The plant’s leaves started to perk up. More leaves started to grow out of the stem. The plant started to grow until it was twice its height.

Chase stared in awe as Henrik let go of the plant and stared at the table. He mused,  “Alright...you...you can do weird stuff too.” 

Henrik nodded.

Chase took a deep breath. “Okay, and these pow-oddities didn’t happen to show up after you had a near death experience?”

“Yeah…they did. What about you?”

“Dude, I basically drowned. I definitely should’ve died, but I just blacked out for-I don’t even know how long, and I was just washed up on shore, like nothing happened! And then all this weird stuff started to happen, and I have all of these....oddities that-”

“Chase.” Henrik grabbed his shoulder. “I hate to break it to you, but these aren’t…oddities, as you call them. They’re powers.”

Chase sighed and looked at the table. “I know, but...I don-I don’t want this. My wife knows that something weird is going on, and she’d freak if I told her. I just…” His shoulders dropped. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Hey, it’s ok,” Henrik reassured. “I didn't want this either. I was planning to tell you about it today, too. You’re my most understanding friend, and I really wanted some support. We’ll get through this together, OK?”

Chase looked up gratefully at the doctor. “Okay.”

So, Marron121, what are you up to?

Since I have a *few* proyects I’m doing (alongside schoolwork, searching for a job and planning my future, because obviously I’m not doing enough stuff), I thought I should upload a quick tl;dr to have all of us in check.  The short version is the image, the long one will be under the cut.

Rise Of The TMNT

To start, I finally did a short AMV for Rise (that made a lot of you cry, so uuuh go me?) and the Risetober challenge on October, where I wrote 31 (!) short stories, which was… amazing but also very tiring. But even with university kicking my ass, I want to do more stuff:

I’m currently in the planning phase of two more fics. Let The Battles Begin will be more fighting focused and with already 2 chapters planned, I can guess it will last around 15-20 chapters, at least for now; the second fic will obviously be focused on the cutest toddler turtles and a big shenanigan with everyone involve, and that one will be either 5 or 6 chapters (depends on how I feel about an epilogue).

On second place, there’s a short fic that someone requested from me a LONG time ago (and I totally forgot like a dumdum, sorry!), so I want to do that one. And there’s also a Donnie one that, while I really liked the idea, now I’m not so sure, so it’s kinda eh. If I write it will end up as a one-shot.

And to end, I want to make an edit for the Risetober fic, which is basically a cover (kinda similar to how I did a cover for A shared fear).

Lego Monkie Kid

I like Lego Monkie Kid! A little bit less than Rise, but maybe that’s cause there’s only been one season so far, but I still want to do some stuff. To put it short, a fanfic for it (which someone already knows what it will be about 👀) and I want to try and make another AMV for this, but I don’t even have a song planned. So yeah, long term future with these two.

Videogames

I’m studying Game Design! My last year, actually, so I want to make some games in my spare time, at least to practice my skills. And since I enjoy trying different game engines, I wanna try making a game using GB Studio. I have the idea and how it will start and end, but yeah pretty busy so I have no idea when I will post it. Maybe in a few months?

So yeah, this is all. Quite a long list, but hey what can I do. Since Covid and all has been a bit of an ass, if you like the stuff I do you can always throw a Ko-fi my way (a 3$ donation, basically), which would be nice, not gonna lie. Thank you for sticking around!

Your Wallet And Your Heart, She Has Both ((18+))

This fic is the product of over a weeks worth of work, as compared to my usual stuff that only takes a few hours or so, I think it may be my longest fic yet. Inspired by the Author of the Spinel Fic titled “Yearning” ((Read it here! )) And to anyone questioning what Spinel actually IS in this fic, I don’t even know myself. Spookier that way. Warnings: Death, Yandere, Stalking, Discussion Of Domestic Abuse, Light Horror, Cake

“Nevah had a reason ‘til tonight, to chase a fella down, then I looked at you leaving the hotel, so I followed. Cause I just had to know… who was that othah chick you were with? They seemed pretty miffed when ya left yer room, you dropped ya key on the way too so… I had another reason to follow you… and the third… I guess I just like ya face. Cute like a doll It… spoke to me, if that makes any sense…”, she stops to take a sip of her drink, “I’m surprised you didn’t notice me, what with the pink hair an’ all, so uh… I’m Spinel.”

Another sip of her drink, and a gentle chuckle as she looked down into her glass, “Don’t worry about tellin me yer name. I already know it.”, she held ip your wallet, and slid it back to you, “again honey, don’t worry. All your money is safe and sound where you left it. I’m not a thief, well, maybe I am… but… I don’t like stealin from pretty people like you, and ah… I got reasons to follow ya… I won’t be too far if ya evah need me for anythin, and I mean that, anything.”, she finished her drink and stood up, she pushed you down into your chair when you tried to follow, she put down some cash to pay for the drinks too. “No pal, I follow you, you don’t get to follow me ok? And ah… check you wallet. Left a present.”, and so… she left the bar. You check your wallet, her phone number was written on a piece of paper neatly tucked inside… along with 300 extra dollars. You feel as if she’s special to you already. A new best friend… You head back to your hotel room and pack your things, you’re breaking up with the beast of a person you were with… true love’s on its way, and so are you. Getting into your car… Lightning strikes behind you, the outline of her in your back seat… you check… no one there, you turn on the radio… just static… you drive off anyways. You want to call her as soon as you get home. “I just couldn’t leave em alone now could I? But… One look at em while I sat on the balcony next to their window the first night they were here… and I just finished offin my now late boyfriend too, kinda glad I wear these gloves all the time too… who am I talkin to? Oh yeah, me. So anyways… I just had to meet em… not like they had a choice… I covered my tracks pretty well and kept the ‘do not disturb’ sign up on the door with a sock on the knob… staff musta thought we was bein reeeeal quiet with the lovemakin… Hmm… what did he even do for me to waste one o’ my favorite butterflies in the back o’ his heart… oh yeaaaah… caught him smoochin some other broad in the same bar I found my new lovie dovie… hehe place o’ fate I tell ya, who? Me!”, she laughed at her little half joke…“Anyways… so now they’re in their house and I’m just sittin here in the backseat of their car, planning my next move… who knows, maybe ah… maybe I’ll marry this one… or are they gonna be number 12… I hope not… that face of theirs… oof… nevah seen a prettier picture, would look even bettah with plenty of my lipstick marks all over their cheeks…. damn I wish I could gotten out with em buuuut…. people freak out when someone they just met is suddenly on their car… looks like I got a long night… bettah get some sleep too… gotta be well rested for our dare tomorrow… not that they have a choice, it’s their neck on the line aftah all… but they don’t know that yet… they will. I’ll make sure of it.” Later on in the day, Spinel knocks on your door “Ok so uh, well I got outta your car and I locked it like a good girl, cause I know I am one, I knocked on your door hopin for a chance to see ya again and it’s real cold out here, so let me in ok?”, said Spinel after you opened your front door. Shocking it were to see her, to know she was hiding in your car the whole time… you figure she’d break into your home if you denied her now, so you let her in. She walked past you with a tired looking smile, and you took in the sight of her, pink hair in a pair long pony tails, long sleeve black shirt, form fitting with a black tank top adorned with a pink skull having a heart shaped crack on the forehead, a dark pink skirt looking stylishly tattered, and stockings stripped with pink and black, with a pair of thrice belted heavy looking knee height heeled boots, by all accounts… she should be noticed anywhere. You noticed her footsteps don’t make a sound… and you ask why.“Uuuh, I dunno either I just… step lightly? Kind of a wiiiierd question to ask babe, why don'tcha let me handle the questions ok? Number one, who was that bitch you were with? Number two, do ya live alone?”, You sigh and respond, she is your ex-girlfriend, you broke up with her a few hours ago. And you reluctantly say yes, you do live alone. “Hmmm great! Guess you’re all mine then!” You ask what she means “What do ya think it means pal? Means I’m your girlfriend! Ain’t ya happy for that? I mean… look at me? The cute skirt, the thick legs, my adorable face,  plenty of hair for ya to pull, you’d be stupid to reject me, and you look pretty smart to me hun, so say yes. Say I’m yours”, her expression hardened, “Say it. 'Spinel, you’re mine’, I want to hear it straight from those pretty lips.You hold yourself silent for a few seconds… and relent, you guess you need to be with someone… you can’t imagine being alone again… you say what she asked you to say, suddenly you feel a prick on your finger, it starts to bleed pretty badly, she holds your hand up and licks the blood away with a teasing giggle in her throat. "There, all better, now you’re stuck with me, I don’t leave you and you don’t leave me, got it hun?” You feel clawed hands crawling on your back… you don’t remember what happened next. You wake up next to Spinel. Trying to understand what just happened… you fail miserably. “M, m, mmm… last night was fun buuuut… I didn’t get to go as far as I wanted, they passed out before I could actually do anything, guess lettin em feel that clawin fear mighta been too much for em to handle. Still, maybe I oughta hold off on doin anythin freaky. They don’t seem like the lewd type anyways… heh, but the look on their face, if I wasnt already in love with em I woulda fallen for em right then and there, oh gosh their eyes were practically burning in terror! And the way their mouth hung open like they were aboutta scream, ooh that was bliss… hm, oh? Looks like they forgot somethin. They were sure scramblin outta bed when they woke up… hmmm., now that I think about it… oh. Oh no. No no no no… nobody rushes that fast at 5 in the mornin…”You were at work, a boring office job, but your coworkers kept to themselves, so you had no issues most of the time. But today, they put in a little pink palm tree in your cubicle, you nearly fell over on sight of it, thinking it was Spinel. You held your heart, feeling the thumping flesh within pounding a beat you could almost dance to, with a nervous chuckle you cover it with the seat cover on your chair and get straight to work. You pushed away every thought of her that you could, focusing solely on your work, typing code and responses, sending reports, the kind of mind numbing work your brain can just check out from. As you dozed off by little degrees your fingers quickened… until it was four hours later, and you realized you finished everything early, gleefully you hop from your chair, with plans to go down to your favorite café for a treat, do you head into the bathroom, change clothes, and head to your car. And you freeze. The night before the last the lightning struck and you saw her shadow in your car… and then she appeared at your house the next day. You remember that very well. So you make a point of checking every inch of your car as thoroughly as you can, the back seat, the front, the trunk, under the car as the wheels on yours put it a foot and a half off the ground… and curiously you check in both small compartments in the front of the car, you haven’t the slightest idea why, you just had to be sure she wasn’t hiding anywhere. With the check complete, you carefully got inside your car and drove off to taste some sweetness. You park, get out, check your car once more, then lock everything that could be locked on it before heading inside. The dimly lit room spoke of serenity as piano played to some slow classical tune from speakers overhead, the sound of rain played softly along with low thunder rolling away to add to the calming aura of this revered area, revered by you at least, here you felt the safest you could be outside your own home, but with her… you felt this was you last bastion of comfort. And you were already reconsidering staying with her. But those thoughts had no place here, you looked over the menu, burying your gaze in it completely and said to yourself you’d have a pumpkin cake and hot chocolate. Your heart beat swift on feeling a familiar voice rattle through your skull. “And how are ya gonna pay for that babe?”, Spinel said in an agitated tone while waving your wallet in one hand while she supported her head on the table with the other. She stared you down, her expression? Wrath. Directed all on you. You froze under her glare, speechless. “5 in the morning. Who rushes out of the house at five in the morning? Were you late for work? Or… did you just wanna get away from me? Didn’t even give me a kiss to say goodbye, didn’t check if I was awake, didn’t even offer breakfast. What kind of a lover are you huh? Hmph… doesn’t matter now. You’re gonna make it up to me, ok?”, she slammed the wallet on the table, “I’ll have what you’re having, and after this you’re takin me to see a movie, got it? Maybe more time in a dark room with me’ll teach ya to appreciate me more, little reminder honey, I came to you, and you said yes, so start acting like you want me.” The dim cafe grew silent with your focus narrowing on her, and all you heard was your heart beating steady as the booming tick of the clock sounded off every second to the unerring passage of time. And she stared. She stared and waited for an answer. the lightless void casted by failing shine seemed to grow ever deeper, surrounding you both and trapping you with her in an infinite darkness, such was her chokingly gripped presence around you, her small stature exuded energies unheard, and you swore you could see the inky tendrils of the depths emanating from her, a being incomprehensible to mortal ken. Her truest nature forever concealed as this negative glare only gave the hollow shell of what she really is, shaded by the limits of your mind. You stared into those eyes, a lover scorned she felt she were, and your silence only confirmed and fed the flowing madness slithering from her…Each ticking clang of the clock sounded closer to your demise, here and now. Speech had found you once more to snatch you from the jaws of Cerberus. You apologize. You tell her an excuse along with it, or rather, attempt to before she cuts you off.  “Oh you’re sorry now? Well how sorry are ya honey? Sorry enough to get me all the deserts I want? Sorry enough to take me out dancing? Sorry enough to… propose to me?” That last question ended with a grin as wide as her mystery, and as the darkness surrounding you both. You’re left speechless, blushing through the shock and scrambling in your mind for an answer when she takes the reigns of the conversation once more. “Ok that last one maaaay have been a bit too far, I mean… we’ve only been datin a few days now, and to be honest, while I ain’t lettin another girl even touch you, I’m not too sure I wanna spend the rest of your life on me! And I do mean that. Mean what? darlin ain’t ya listening? The rest of your life, not my life. I get the feelin I’ll still be around when you’re gone… but uuuh… I’ll enjoy every moment you’re alive. Oop! Changed my mind, Your life’s mine, the rest of you too, and ain’t nothin you can do about that ok? Nope, not gonna wait for an answer. Way I see it… we’re already a married couple, I mean… you did sign me in blood and all. But let’s drop this discussion and pick it up never, the waitress is comin ovah to take our ordahs!"And in a single moment as if on the flick of a switch, even the dim light of the cafe blinded you with the darkness disappearing behind the curtain of reality, though what reality even is you scarcely have a grasp on with the realizations of otherworldly powers that exist in front of you in the form of Spinel. You check the backlit clock on the wall, time had stayed still as the darkness enveloped you, and you laid back in your chair while trying to make sense of what just happened, what felt like hours was no time at all, but interrupted you were again by the waitress, asking what you wanted to order. Spinel only had a smile on her face while you placed the order, she held up the menu you had and pointed to a large vanilla cake topped with fudge and strawberries, did what she said in the darkness even happen? Either way, you order that cake for her, in addition to getting for her and yourself a hot chocolate and a pumpkin cake. You’re looking at the waitress as she write down the orders, and as she walks off as well, and a pulse is felt, a ringing in your ears deep as ocean, and a foul taste in your mouth as you look back at her, a closed smile on her lips, but her eyes wider than ever. "Does she look good to ya honey? Does she tickle your fancy?” You immediately reply in a nervous tone that she doesn’t. that he girl in front of you is prettier than she’ll ever be. “Good answer babe, she’s a fuckin mess compared to me, right? O’ course I’m right!” The confections both drink and dessert were served to the both of you, a second person coming to drop of the cake, it was big enough for three, but she parried your spoon away from it, claiming the whole thing hers. So the spectacle began, Her sipping the cocoa in her tall cup alongside heavy bites of this behemoth straight from a baker’s dream. It took her a mere half hour to consume the whole of it, and like a good lover you lean over with a napkin and wipe the frosting from her lips, a shy smile as your expression, your simple actions sparking a tender moment through the confusion and creeping terror in the back of your mind, and that moment was watching her cheeks flush a gorgeously vibrant shade of pink, and in that instant, everything seemed to click. She was just as nervous around you as you were around her, without the upper hand the air of danger just faded away to the dullest rhythm in the background, until her hand snapped to grip your wrist.  “Oh now I know I made the right choice… my last love ain’t never did something like this, would you believe I caught the bastard cheating on me with some tart, some junky trollop? You wouldn’t do that to me right? No… I know you wouldn’t, you’re sweet. You just want a hug, a kiss, and a kind little word whispered into your ear, yeah? You just want someone who wants you, someone that won’t make you feel like you’re just another problem to deal with. Someone like me, who won’t let you go. Who’ll never let you go. Someone like me that’ll keep loving you 'til…“, She inched in closer, "You’re…”, and her lips brushed by your ear… “Dead."  Stunned by that she shoved you back down into your seat. "What’s wrong babe? Don’t like that? Oh… you do? Well aren’t you starved for affectio- oh… So that’s why you were with the girl with the bad attitude… You know I… I watched you when you checked into the hotel, a whole week of seeing her yell at you… sayin stuff like no one would love you like her, that you were lucky she even looked at you.” She sniffled, sounding on the cusp of a rising weeping sorrow, “But it’s ok now honey. It’ll be ok, cause you have me!”, she sighed, a sort of content flow to her breath, while she relaxed in her chair, “And I have you. Were you scared of me before? I’m not sorry for that. That’s just how I am, but I won’t hurt you. Not enough to kill ya anyways. Not enough to make you hate me. I don’t think my heart could take another crack. Darling… If you left me now. I think I’d just break. We kinda just met and already I don’t think I can live without you. You can feel it too right? Our souls tyin themselves to each other? Actually ah… they’re already pretty tied up. Signed me in blood remember?” You certainly do remember, that night your finger bled and the claws creeped upon you, you remember that much and nothing more, how you felt then feels so far away now, her love is different, it’s a confusing amalgam of tenderness and terror, when once you only felt a terror from the last one you were with, but even the fear strikes you oddly, like a sickening wine who’s taste leaves you only wanting another drink of it, a long and slow swig of the emotions she has you pour from your very core, reveling in the swirling dizzy tones of this deep song she played for you with every motion she made toward, away, and around you, with every word spoken, she enthralls you. The same feeling you had when you wanted to call her, a soul bewitched by a strange woman… and whatever trance she had you in just now from her confession, lifted when you snapped back to lucidity at home.  Herself snuggled up on your lap, a horror movie playing while she smiled, your hand in hers, clutching each other warmly… a moment that your realization of the sudden shift in scenery did not ruin… she was in love, and so were you, and while love itself seems blind, love itself would blind you, and you would let it cloud your vision as long as you loved her, and as long as she loved you. This one tender moment, It’ll remain one of your greatest treasures, and as the movie ended, she sat up and stood, offering her hand to you, eyes sleepy and showing a soft joy plain as day, she led you upstairs, she led you to bed, shoes kicked off the both of you, she eased you into bed atop her, and held you close, tight, and the covers seemed to jump over you both to guard from the chill mysteriously entering the room, you closed your eyes while the pair of you turned onto your sides, and a kiss marked the occasion, brief it were on the lips, but the love? Eternal. And so it were that you slept in her arms and her in yours. Ready to give her the rest of your life. Ready to give her your very soul. and in all honesty, she already owns it.

Uuuh please tell us about your love triangle fic concept???

okay i am SOOOOO sorry for how long this got fdkjlfdljk i literally just copy/pasted a bunch of rambling i did in the discord several months ago and i guess it was more rambling than i thought. anyway long version below but if you want the short rundown of the Dynamics at play in this love triangle, read these posts and these short funnies: 

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gabriel and crowley bonding over what a bastard aziraphale is? while still also hating each other a lot? chef's kiss. very jacob & edward in that tent in eclipse 

even if az could carry on some sort of Thing with both of them at the same time it still wouldn't be a two hands situation it would be like. crowley has both of az's hands and also his heart and mind and soul, and gabriel gets to occasionally be near him 

gabriel: So, Aziraphale, Wh - / aziraphale: [checking his watch] listen do you want to fuck or not because i've got shit to do

gabriel can kiss my ass with the sole exception of how delightfully stupid he is. i have taken him under my wing and made him a big gay idiot instead of the big rude idiot he is in canon.

az & gabriel only works for me in the scenario where gabriel is enthusiastically into az & az puts up with him on occasion when he's bored and horny. there's no romance or even friendship potential there

i like to think that az and gabriel used to have a friendly workplace rapport and gabriel was actually one of the least unbearable angels to be around during the rare times when az had to interact w/ other angels face-to-face but then when az started to recognize his feelings for crowley and his distaste for the way that heaven handles things, he started to kind of pull away and gabriel noticed and that's when he was like wait do i like aziraphale? and then he tried to talk to az about it and az was like oh. uh. hmm. i don't think so, honey. 

and gabriel did not like being turned down and over the years watching az & crowley together he's just gotten more and more bitter to the point where he's now an insufferable douchebag but especially to aziraphale bc they both try to pretend none of that ever happened but they both Know and it's super awkward and gabriel covers for it by being even more of an ass.

i'm also imagining like. aziraphale giving in to gabriel and allowing something physical to happen right after he's had a big fight with crowley. like aziraphale trying to convince himself he doesn't need crowley, he's got plenty of other people to fraternise with, obviously, and he's trying so hard to not be heartbroken that he edges a bit too far into Emotionless territory, starts something with gabriel and he's cold and not nice about it but gabriel wants it so bad and aziraphale needs a distraction and neither of them are aware of what it means to the other.

gabriel is so wrapped up in the angelic notion of being worshipped and praised that he doesn't understand why aziraphale doesn't want that, because he'd give him that, he'd sit through every magic trick and he'd clap and he'd love it and he doesn't get it! he doesn't get that aziraphale is fundamentally a person and he doesn't want a partner who worships him he wants someone who knows him and loves him and tells him when he's being embarrassing and when he's being ridiculous and when he's being a bastard.

gabriel is... a fan. gabriel is a Fan of aziraphale when aziraphale needs a Friend. 

we've talked about aziraphale and gabriel having this fucked up unrequited crush casual sex thing and that being why gabriel is so personally hurt by aziraphale's betrayal, right.so i'm imagining gabriel being like. well, this is the end, right, aziraphale's going to be gone, forever, and he's angry but he's spent enough time around humans and around aziraphale to know what regret is, and he knows he'll regret it if he doesn't say something.

so he just nips in before the whole hellfire deal, just tells the others to wait in the hall, i just need to have a few words with the traitor before he dies. and he goes in and. confesses? yells? cries? propositions him, one last fuck for old times' sake?

only like. that's crowley. it's crowley and he looks like aziraphale and gabriel thinks he's aziraphale but he's crowley.

and i'm imagining in this scenario, crowley never knew about the thing between gabriel and aziraphale, never found out about it because aziraphale was always too ashamed, and crowley and aziraphale still haven't let their six thousand years of tension come to a head, so now crowley's finding this out and he has to react as if he's aziraphale and then proceed with the whole not-dying thing

crowley tears up a little bit and he says something appropriately bitchy but his voice breaks on it just a bit and gabriel is like. oh maybe he gets it! does he get it? does he understand how hard this is for me? finally?? and then everything is Wrong and he's like i don't know i don't know what's happening i don't know what to do

but the whole time crowley’s dying on the inside, trying to convince himself that gabriel was fucking with him, gabriel was just saying things he thought would get aziraphale upset, none of that actually happened. but he's not very convincing. and then when they see each other again, what is he supposed to do? is he meant to pretend he didn't find this out?

and with aziraphale decidedly not dead, what is gabriel going to do with the fact that he poured his fuckin heart out? sure, heaven and hell are going to leave them alone, for a bit, but gabriel is different, isn't he? surely, he thinks, he must be different. and with aziraphale not dead, now he has to actually process all his feelings, and decide how to proceed with their not-relationship

so like. big angst on gabriel's part, HUGE angst on crowley's part, aziraphale caught between a rock (an archangel who hates him but also loves him and also wants him dead and also wants to keep casually fucking him and also wants to marry him a bit) and a hard place (a demon who's been in love with him for six thousand years and just inadvertently found out that he's been sleeping with someone else for several hundred of those years and is deeply, deeply hurt over it)

gabriel pictures crowley and aziraphale down on earth, laughing at him, mocking his unrequited feelings, or he pictures them happy together, never thinking twice about him at all. and he thinks about how aziraphale never really wanted him, never wanted anything to do with him, was always just using him and he knew it on some level and he let it happen because he needed to be near aziraphale. and he thinks, surely a demon can't love him the way i can, surely he doesn't have the pure and bright and clean love inside him that i have. does aziraphale need him, the way i need aziraphale? is that what's going on here? and then he dreams, he wouldn't call it dreaming but he dreams of rescuing aziraphale, even though he knows that's not what he wants, he knows that aziraphale has something with crowley he could never have with gabriel, but he can pretend, he can hope, that aziraphale might open his eyes someday and see him there.

and aziraphale being sort of. not afraid, per se, but. he must know, on some level, that gabriel's feelings for him are a big part of the reason he's alive. and he doesn't want to crush gabriel, because he doesn't want to be cruel, but also because he doesn't want to burn that bridge, as tenuous and reluctant a bridge as it is, because he doesn't know what will happen if gabriel really truly gets over him and decides he doesn't care if aziraphale dies 

and az is like. it's just practical, crowley, i don't see what the issue is. and crowley is like..... he has FEELINGS, angel.

crowley's like....... i'm literally The Authority on being in love with you, and i say this from six thousand years of experience: it fucking sucks. loving aziraphale and not being loved back? or, not knowing if you're loved back? it's the worst pain imaginable, and i wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy, and you know i'm not exaggerating because gabriel is literally my worst enemy.

az: excuse me, my love, my sweet, my dearest one, are you fucking siding with gabriel over me? / crowley: i'm just Saying, i can empathize with his plight / az: empathize with my plight for a moment, please, imagine gabriel never fucking leaving you alone, ever. / crowley: i don't leave you alone either! the only difference is that you love me back! that's not his fault!

az: crowley you don't understand.... he's so enthusiastic about everything, it's so irritating. / crowley: angel what are you talking about. / az: he practically BEGGED me to let him eat me out. Ugh. / crowley: y. you. what? he. you're upset because he wanted to? go down on you? w. what??

aziraphale is so hurt and when he's hurt he gets defensive and so he's trying to justify how he's treated gabriel, while crowley's deep deep deep in his own mind, remembering every time he's been a pest in the same way that aziraphale has just admitted he hates

eventually aziraphale pulls enough teeth that crowley explains it fully: "everything you've said you hate about gabriel, that's all stuff that i do, that's all me. i follow you around, i ask questions, i care about appearances, i act like i know everything, i don't like to eat, i want to be near you all the time. and you've just told me that's unbearable. that you hate gabriel, because he's exactly like me." 

and aziraphale softens, softens so much he's practically a puddle. looks at crowley with the biggest, most pitying eyes. and he doesn't feel like he can properly characterize what makes crowley so different, so unlike gabriel. because it's true, he has to admit, those similarities are there, but he's never wanted crowley to go away. he's never wanted crowley to want him less.

gabriel's questions are... judgey. even when he doesn't mean them to be. even when he wants to learn, for real, about humanity, to get closer to aziraphale. his questions are always... they have this undertone of "i don't understand this, but that's only because i have been worrying about more important things." and when aziraphale tries to explain food to him, or alcohol, he just doesn't get it. and he tries his best to pretend that he could maybe be on his way to getting it, because he thinks the not getting it is the biggest obstacle between him and aziraphale, but he'll never get it and he doesn't really want to?

when crowley asks questions, it's because he's thought about it. it's because he's thought about it a LOT and he needs now to talk about it. and aziraphale likes that, because when crowley asks him a question, he's not looking for an answer, he's looking for. a conversation. and a bit of support. when crowley asks a question, he wants aziraphale to tell him yes, it's okay to be unsure about this, i'm unsure too, let's work it out together. but when gabriel asks a question, he wants aziraphale to tell him you are good for wanting to know this, and here is a straightforward answer. 

I recently read Heartstrings, and what would have happened if Angus had told Lucretia or Taako that he had found out that his parents were undead Red Robes?

if he told lucretia it would probably end up being something like 

lucretia, writing with one hand and reaching towards the baby voidfish with another: oh gosh… angus, that’s so unfortunate… i’m so sorry you had to.. find out this way… that your parents are evil 

angus: madame director what are you doing 

lucretia, visibly in a panic: i promise we’ll help you get through this, don’t- don’t question it you won’t remember this in a minute 

angus: hey wait what

as for taako i uuuh, i ended up writing a snippet that got away from me so most of this is under the cut

(in this the voidfish could block ‘angus’s dad is barry bluejeans and his mom is lup’ and ‘lup and barry are redrobes’ but it did not block ‘angus’s parents are red robes’) 

Angus had been trying to handle this all himself. He’d made a promise after all, and now more than ever he was convinced that something was wrong. That his decision to trust the Red Robe had been the right one. 

But this was so much. He wanted to trust the Red Robe, but he also wanted to trust the director and the bureau. They’d been nothing but kind to him, and he wanted to believe that they were doing a good thing destroying the relics. No matter what, getting things that dangerous out of the world had to be a good thing, right? 

The Red Robe, his- his dad had said that they’d been there for a reason though. That they were protecting from something. Something Angus couldn’t comprehend because of voidfish static. Something was really, really wrong and he didn’t know what to do. 

He needed some help. 

“Taako? Are you in here??” he asked, cracking open the door to Taako’s room. He probably shouldn’t have just come into their dorm without knocking, but it seemed like Magnus and Merle were out and Angus wanted to draw as little attention to himself as possible. Taako looked like he’d been in the middle of a nap, glancing up from underneath blankets with confusion and annoyance.

“Physically, sure,” he grumbled, not sounding happy. Which was fair, and Angus was suddenly wondering if maybe he could put this off for a little while longer. 

“I’m sorry sir, I can come back later,” he said, already starting to back out of the room. Before he could shut the door though there was a mage hand ineffectively swatting at him and Taako started to sit up in bed. 

“No, no fuck it, I was waking up anyway. What’s going on did we have magic scheduled today? I thought I told you to quit it with the sir thing,” Taako said. Okay, this was just going to happen now. Taking a deep breath, Angus heading into the room, making sure to shut the door tightly behind him before climbing up on the bed. 

“No, it’s not magic day. I, uh,” he stumbled, trying to figure out how to word this. Usually he was pretty good with his words, but talking about this stuff was already navigating a sea of static in his mind, and he was trying to do it in a way that wouldn’t make Taako just never trust him again. 

“What the fuck did you do?” Taako asked, already sounding exasperated. “God, I just woke up be careful about what you’re about to fucking drop here.”

“You’re gonna be mad,”  Angus said, because it was true. 

“Cool, cool, excellent. Alright let’s just rip this fucking bandaid off then no need to drag this out,” Taako said, and maybe that was the best option. It was certainly be the easiest and that way there would be no take backs. Taking a deep breath, Angus let it all rush out, speaking fast enough that maybe Taako wouldn’t understand him. 

“I talked to the red robe.” 

“You’re grounded,” Taako shot back instantly. 

“I’m really sorry Taako! I didn’t mean to the first time I swear I’d just been trying to find out something about your umbrella and he was there and he didn’t try to hurt me at all and was actually kinda nice and I needed answers so I went back and-”

“Wait, you talked to this fool multiple times? Great! Fucking- excellent! Double grounded!” Taako shouted, sounding kind of distressed. Angus couldn’t even blame him for that, this was probably pretty distressing. 

“You can’t ground me Taako, you’re not my dad,” he said, partially because it was true and partially because he needed some way to bridge that topic.

“I can do whatever I want since apparently I’m the only idiot paying even half a shit to the literally fucking child running around the moon! Not even doing a good job of it either! Since apparently I didn’t realize you’d gone to talk to fucking Satan!” he shouted, and Angus winced, quickly glancing around them. The reclaimers dorm was the best place to do this, it was as secluded as they could get in the base, but he was still paranoid. 

“Taako, please it’s- I know this is bad, but listening ears,” he tried. Taako still looked pissed, grabbing a pillow and practically clawing at it in his lap, but he didn’t shout again. 

“You know I’m pretty sure the director expects me to be making sure you don’t get yourself got, for some fucking reason that’s beyond me,” he grumbled, and Angus was pretty sure he was right. It was probably because she could tell that Taako was the adult here he trusted the most. 

“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think I was ever in any actual danger around the Red Robe,” Angus said, and he could see the way Taako was looking at him with suspicion now. Considering what he was talking about Angus could blame him. That was probably what he was scared of the most, past getting in trouble or anything like that. 

He didn’t want to lose Taako’s trust here. He didn’t want the bureau thinking he was evil and locking him up the same way they had that Pringles guy. He never met him, but the reclaimers mentioned him enough that Angus had managed to piece it together. 

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to do some convincing on that. I mean, the dude hasn’t tried to kill us yet I guess, but like, he’s evil! He’s fucking evil Ango, the relics are bad shit. I don’t give a shit about much but I can tell that those things aren’t great,” he said, and Angus knew he had a point. 

“He said the relics had a purpose. That they were out there like, warding off something else. Something even worse than them,” he said, and he shouldn’t be giving this much away. He trusted Taako though, and he knew the elf was so much smarter than he let on. “And um, even if he was evil, I still don’t think he’d hurt me, um, specifically,” he added. 

“Pumpkin, you’re a cute kid but you’re not that fucking cute, I don’t think you could charm your way outta that one,” Taako said, but Angus shook his head. 

“No, it’s um, so you know how you can’t ground me, cause you’re not my dad?” he asked, and Taako rolled his eyes. 

“I can and I have but I’ll say yes cause it sounds like you’re trying to go somewhere with this,” he said. 

“The red robe could ground me, if he wanted to,” Angus said, getting quieter and quieter with each word. Taako was just staring at him, and Angus could see the gears turning in his head and the equations bounding around in his brain. 

“Ango?” 

“Yeah Taako?” 

“I’m gonna punch your dad in the fucking face.” 

thus begins an AU of an AU where angus convinces taako the red robes aren’t evil and they end up being kinda double agents for barry and work together through wonderland. taako is still Supes Suspicious but he’s not letting His Boy do this alone

Both: What are your thoughts on your sister?

“Ah, now that’s a question I don’t need to err or uuuh at! We’re both pretty aware of our opinions on each other, so, I’d say, this is a pretty easy topic to talk about.”

“Don’t mean ya’ should!”

“I really like my little sister. She’s been nothing short of loving and caring ever since I stepped out of my charging pod and she decided to show me around the lab. She’s funny, weird, loud, never seems to put on a filter at all, but, she’s still a nice person at heart, and she really does care about other people. She can be a bit grumbly at times, and put on this “I’m the more mature person” persona whenever I’m having a bit of fun, and scolds me about any irresponsible behavior, but, I know she’s doing it because she cares about me. She doesn’t really mind me being a bit immature too, which is nice.”

“It’s really fun to have someone you can confide in and have fun with. But, at the same time, it’s a bit annoying whenever she takes this “I know better” attitude concerning well... people in general. Her general distrust of humans is a bit excessive, I believe. I would trust her if she told me someone was safe or not, but her excessive assumptions bug me. And, even if I know she’s doing it to protect me... sometimes, it feels like she’s over-doing it. I can form my own opinions and make my own judgement, I just didn’t have much time to practice!”

“Ah, well... since ya’ started, ah’ guess ah’ could keep goin’. Ah’ like Celly. She’s nice, bubbly, friendly, and not always TOO busy ta’ hang out, she’s the first sibling o’ mine ah’ actually got a chance to bond with! She’s genuinely nice, an’, she really does love to talk about ANYTHING! She always gets super excited whenever ya’ bring up a topic ya’ seem ta’ like - she’s an empathic sponge. She can’t make jokes ta’ save herself, but she really, REALLY likes ‘em! She loves seein’ people smile and be happy, an’, she’ll go outta’ her way to be nice to total strangers!”

“But, the fact she’s so nice an’ friendly comes with her being... kinda’ super naive. She’s not experienced that much in life, so, she’s prone to being nice and friendly towards well... everyone. An’ sometimes, that everyone bites back. Ah’ can’t blame her of course, she’s only got what she was programmed with to work with - ah’ had to pry outta’ her with a crowbar that Wilybots were untrustworthy, ah’ swear, the stupid misconceptions the old man slapped in her mind! At least, former Wilybots. She’s kinda’ got a basic worldview on some stuff, and she’s been getting better, but she still got some distance to go.”

OC Interview- Cecil Jones

Rules

1. Choose an OC. 2. Answer them as that OC. 3. Tag 5 people to do the same.

tagged by @lamorellenoire6 

(you tagged my main which is no problem dw but I should prob use my actually oc blog more)

tagging  @the-pigeon-queen, @soulkiba, @life-is-no-sugarlicking, @nuka-nuke, @raesand

(This is kinda a grew up in the wasteland au version)

1. What is your name?

Cecil Jones

2. Do you know why are you named that?

I suppose my parents found it a pretty name?

3. Are you single or taken?

Uhm I don’t know? nothing official has been said or established. 

4. Have any abilities or powers?

I like to tinker with robotics and terminals I don’t like to brag but I think I’m pretty nifty at it!

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

I don’t think I’m a Mary Sue at all! I’ve practiced hard for the stuff I’m good at and I’m sure I don’t know all the things there are to learn yet. I have plenty of stuff I am terrible at.

6. What’s your eye color?

My mom says they’re green, while my pops says they’re blue it’s kinda in between I suppose depending on the lighting too I guess.

7. How about your hair color?

It’s an auburn brownish color but in the midday sun you can definitely see tints of it being ginger.

8. Have any family members?

My parents and older brother!

9. Oh? How about pets?

I’ve always wanted a dog as a kid, though my mom wasn’t really feeling it having to clean after it, she prefers cats but my dad has an allergy for those. I keep a water bowl right outside my workshop for the cats and dogs walking around the settlement they come inside sometimes when it’s raining for shelter or too hot and want to look off.

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?

Raiders, Rust Devils more specifically. They have messed with our settlement plenty of times mainly for my workshop. I’ve been too up close with them plenty of times for my liking.

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

Other from my robots I like reading comics a lot! OH! and collecting those tiny figures! there so small and cute.

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

I’ve shot at some raider but I try to be a pacifist. 

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

If I did it was probably a lucky shot at a raider.

14. What kind of animal are you?

As in like a spirit animal? I don’t know. . . never thought about it. A dog? a radstag? I don’t have multiple limbs or heads though. so let’s stick with a dog.

15. Name your worst habits?

I have lots of trouble sleeping and maybe fell asleep in my workshop more times then I’d like to admit. Maybe I should install a bed there though that would probably only encourage that. When I do finally fall asleep it’s either for really long and I over sleep or I only get an hour of sleep in and then jolting awake.

And when I tend to get those nightmares I might start drinking a bit too much it kinda numbs me and makes me sleepy I try not to over do it though! 

But I might also stress smoke. But please don’t tell my mom I told her the ashtray in my workshop is for costumers.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

Ow most definitely! The minute men and their General are doing great work and helped a lot with the defenses around our settlement making it a lot easier to feel save at night. I make sure to try and give them supplies when they need it.

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

I’ve been curious about being maybe romantic with men, I’ve most definitely have had crushed on women before so I guess I’m Bisexual?

18. Do you go to school?

My parents have home schooled me and my brother mostly of what books and knowledge there is to find around the wasteland

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

I’d love to get married one day, I don’t know if I’d make a good dad I hope so taking care of a child in such a place kinda scares me.

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

I thinks the Rust Devils are the closest to it they won’t leave me and my robotics alone!

21. What are you most afraid of?

My family and friends getting hurt. I’ve had and still have a lot of nightmare about it I try to do everything there is to avoid it. I’d give up everything for them.

22. What do you usually wear?

I try to stay comfortable usually my go to’s are jeans and a t-shirt. I do love a graphic t-shirt. a bomber jacket for when it gets a bit colder.

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

I do love potato crisps but my dad makes sure we eat healthy

24. Am I annoying to you?

what no? why?

25. Well, it’s still not over!

oke.

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

I guess middle?

27. How many friends do you have?

A hand full? Do robots count?

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

My mother makes the BEST pie! You should try it!

29. Favorite drink?

Nuka Cola Classic but Cherry is also nice on occasion. 

30. What’s your favorite place?

My workshop and when I want to go for a walk I like to go to the dam overlooking the Walden Pond sit on the nearby rocks thinking.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

Uuh I guess I am, You won’t tell him right?! it’s so embarrassing but the General I mentioned? yea he’s pretty .. cute I guess.  He’s reckless at times scaring the shit out of me. I’m always pretty worried when he’s gone and hasn’t been back for a while.

32. That was a stupid question…

It wasn’t stupid! was nice to chat about it haven’t really told anyone. maybe the cat that follows me to the damn, idk why he stalks me I guess he thinks I have snacks.

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

Preferably I won’t swim at all I don’t trust water until it’s been purified. My dad taught me how to swim pretty early on scared I’d other wise drown some day playing near the dam.

34. What’s your type?

I guess someone nice? friendly to others, funny, empathetic, compassionate but strong and maybe shares some of my interests as well?

35. Any fetishes?

Uuuh I don’t think I’m very comfortable with that question, I don’t know you that well and kinda confessing my crush on the General was already a lot for me.

36. Camping or outdoors?

Outdoors as like open air no tent or cover? Camping I guess? I’d like to have something to somewhat shield me from danger or weather.

ASK GAME!

Tagged by @pescado-diabolico! Havent done this for awhile so sangkyu uwu

Nickname: Eun / Aka (some mutuals still call me this)

Zodiac: Taurus

Height: 6' 3"? But I am 163 in cm so I guess that's it??

Last Movie:  I forgot what I watched whksjdf. I think it was Ocean Eleven because my family wanted to watch that.

Last google search: “image html code" I was organizing my OC theme yesterday. Trying to practice coding. :')

Fave musician/band: The only band I'm STILL into is Kpop but I'm only into the old generations like SuJu, B1A4 and some other groups during those times. But by musician though? *smacks desk* Goddamn FlamingHeart!!!! He plays the most emotional piano songs I ever fall for!!!

Song stuck in my head: Right now is 7'sCarlet's Itoshisa no Daita Hana, Sosuke's Ending song. It's an adorable song uwu

Blogs: Only this one so far. Planned to do another blog for The Prince Series, a local comic series but still thinking about it :'3

Instruments I play: I cant play ANYTHING. I once random played my friend's piano and she just laughed in tears wjwjdkjf

Followers:  2001 (Holy smokes!)

Following: 770

Lucky number:  15!

Amount of sleep: Depends on the day but sometimes 8 hours or when I just feel like waking up. I'm known to be the only heavy sleeper in this family heh.

Fav food: If you have something sweet like desserts, I'll be there uwu. I just have a serious sweet tooth when it comes to those djisja

Languages: Malay and English! My Korean is kinda decent, I can read but not fluent on speaking and still learning Japanese because what is kanji? ;w;

Dream job: Honestly, I dont have a solid dream job but I'm planning to be a game dev one day! Or something that have to do with media stuff!

Random fact: The reason I got into the whole megane obsession was that I find guys wear glasses WAY attractive than I do. ;w;

Aesthetic: Pastel colours are my very aesthetic!!! The light and cute combinations that I would die for! Same goes for starry skies! I love the photographs of them, it pleases me a lot uwu.

Fave Song: Depends on what song I listen to, I change my favorites a lot. But overall, ALL the songs I listened are my favorites.

Tagging: Uuuh..... @mp100 @shinanigansen @masatohijirikawas @shiawase-rina and uh... Just anyone who wants to do this! Feel free!! :D

What we REALLY learned from BotE lore

I know I’m about a month too late for this but…. (Dadmin feel free to put a keep reading here if you think it’s too long)

Jailbreak- -Tundra??? Skydancer??? Eating fish??????? There’s like 6 different plant food granola ration items that would keep just fine??? -Either the breed diets are more of a preference or the writers just forgot their own lore, I’m inclined towards the second but the first is a plausible in-universe plot bandaid

-Dragons have surnames and with little exception they’re all warrior cats adjectivenoun shit. Because of course they are.

-Feathers can be unusually thick, apparently -Isolated beastclans unaware of/apathetic to the uprising are a thing -Most of the icefield is too dangerous to fly in -The fortress of ends is far from the only prison location -New location: Dripcave dregs -Icefield’s government so far seems to consist entirely of the (very harsh) prison system, so i guess the southern icefield is ice age america -[Racial tensions intensify] -Dragon money is accepted by at least some beastclans -Racial tensions not helped by language barrier -Rations stashed at key points along the mountains -Tundras become amnesic when stressed -Who/What the wardens are does not seem to be common knowledge -Oh hey look a new canon breed for one of the flights that only has one breed which isn’t very popular, which has unique lore, and a design that perfectly matches with many people’s wishes for “Something like a tundra but fiercer”, that i guarantee will be eternally left right next to couriers as “Perfectly good breeds that will never be implemented and the admins will never even tell us why” -They don’t seem to know much about other breeds -Like genders, for example -They also might be psychic -May or may not be ageless on top of that -Tundras are descended from them, which means at some point in the distant past some left for the surface and stayed there, which means these things are perfectly capable of joining surface society again -It seems a lot of the deities have disappointing giant first children that they want to hide/kill to bury their shame Ten Eyes- -New location: The Oculus of the Eleven -Like if the UN was also a wizard council -So far implied there haven’t been any major interflight wars for at least a few generations -Leylines are Serious Business™ -SMARK -SMARK -Mirror pack instincts are very strong -Dragons supposedly don’t have computers, but the leyline monitor things sound an awful lot like computers -Crystalspine mountains grow in response to ambient magic -Oculus seems to have been anticipating eventual sabotage of some variety for a long time -Age discrimination -Not only are dragon/beastclan racial tensions insanely high, but racial tensions between flights and breeds seem to be immense as well -Mirrors revert to base aggressive animal instincts when stressed -Even if they act like they’re friends they all actually hate eachother and will totally throw eachother under the buss at the first sign of trouble -Dragons know about the two arcane apocalypses(the first of which wasn’t technically the arcanist’s fault because he wasn’t fucking born yet but that’s a rant for a different time) -Mirrors can be blinded by enough heat -Uuuh -Uuummm -What, you wanted useful bits on what it’s actually like in arcane in general? Fuck you, have this rushed and thinly-veiled segway into lightning’s bit that takes place entirely inside an isolated dragon UN base with no elaboration on the outside world Temper, Temper- -Fire has kind of an Industrial revolution/great depression theme going on -Funding cutbacks -Railways confirmed -Imported materials confirmed -Racism again -Economic class divide -Angry coatls puff their feathers -Fire treats their working class like shit, and apparently has been for a very long time -Vocal Accents confirmed -I have no idea why Haemil isn’t overwhelmed by heat signatures all the time if just a few angry people was enough to blind Beatrix -Worker’s guilds are a thing. We have no idea how they work, but they’re a thing, and they have some amount of power. -Only the blacksmiths can withstand the great furnace -Volcano heartshaft -Dragons have explored at least as far down as the upper mantle -“Forgemasters” who seem to be greedy slavedriver corporate aristocrat types -Forgemaster council of some sort exists, and apparently is the closest there is to a central government -There’s a main cavern where the great furnace’s blacksmiths work and it has a big-ass gate on it -Fire tundras crop their fur and still get burned anyway -Ashfall wastes are the main exporters of tools and weapons -So, who wants to break the news to Por and Ventik that they literally cannot physically speak to eachother? -I suppose you could make the excuse that one of the others is translating, but i think they just forgot their own lore again. -Ashfall provides the tempest spire with bolts, rivets, and sheet metal -Arftificial scarcity to drive up demand is a thing in sornieth’s economy -Also, international economy is a thing -Apprenticeship is a thing -Giant bellows in the great furnace, operated by big tattooed imps who may or may not be exaltees -Non-arcane archmages -Other flights are required to construct sanctums whenever concentrations of magic are found -The Oculus doesn’t have anywhere near as much power across sornieth as it thinks it does-their efforts are easily foiled pretty much whenever the local government feels like it -They don’t seem to be very well-respected or even liked anywhere either -Magically-charged magma (and presumably other things) exist, and have useful scientific properties -Government’s first reaction to discovery of new resources/tech is to use it as an excuse to lay off most of their already-struggling workforce -Government cover-ups are also totally a thing -Apparently, tundras rarely frown -Parties of blacksmiths are sent to chart any caves discovered -Steel crates -New location: Flintlock Fumaroles -Professions are often handed down through families for generations -Individual clans are capable enough of reliable communication for a worker’s strike of this magnitude to be assembled in only days. -Flamecaller isn’t really present, and has fallen almost entirely into legend -You don’t have to be a skydancer to sense high levels of magic -There’s another volcano now, apparently even bigger and badder than the great furnace -Everyone’s been fired(lol), There’s a worker’s revolution going on, and there’s a whole new fucking island, all of which i’m sure will never be spoken of again. -If you claim it they will come A New Direction- -Ashfall wastes and Scarred wasteland are visible from the plateau -Dis place high yall -Dragons have trouble flying in stagnant air -Dragons sometimes rob couriers -Couriers run in an awkward waddle -The twisting crescendo is sentient, capable of appearing as a dragon, and, apparently, female -The windsinger can send magic statues in the mail or something idk i’m not sure anyone entirely knows what’s going on there -Windmills confirmed -That’s it -This one’s kinda simple -What, you wanted more useful detail on what life in the plateau is like? Fuck you, have this folk tale-sounding glorified space whale aesop Kindred Crossing- -At some point in the past, light and shadow made a failed attempt at an alliance that involved building portals that seem to only be able to activate during a lunar eclipse with the correct keystone like some lonely mountain shit(At least if admin comments on the forums are to be trusted) -Apparently the technology to make said portals was lost and the incident was forgotten about -Somehow this created the hewn city by bleeding the two together. Why shadow doesn’t have an unusually light-y area near the portal, i don’t know. -New location: thorndark altar, for all your cliche cultist needs -Lots of shadow pool and moon-related religious stuff -Creepy cult clans confirmed -Shadow goo smells like shit -Shadow goo puts out feeding tendrils -Awful mothers confirmed -Action figures confirmed -Whiny edgy teenagers confirmed -Some sect of shadow religion that multiple clans apparently follow involves elders in robes passing around candles with purple flames, creepy cultist chanting, and throwing prized possessions into the goo -Presumably this “sacrificing prized possessions” thing is not an isolated practice -“Voidling” seems to be an insult or derogatory title of some sort, in other news awful mother is awful. Something tells me her son being such a screwed-up asshole isn’t entirely his own fault. -“It’s not like he’ll remember it anyway”- That’s racist -The descriptive phrase “Dark hovels” is telling. Make of it what you will. -Lots of crazy ancient shit like this is absolutely hidden under pools and growth throughout the tangled wood -There are specialists trying to map the hewn city -I can’t help but feel like the specific wording of the description “A primitive hook-shaped runestone” says a little bit and the light flight’s attitude -Shadow flight has assassins specifically for the purpose of ruining light scholar’s work Ancient Fascinations- -Preservation guild is a thing, and presumably other guilds of similar function are too -Archeology confirmed -Most places still rely on torches and candles for light -Secretaries are a thing, which also means all the things that necessitate secretaries exist -Some weird monsters or some shit like that have popped into existence under dragonhome, and apparently are turning people into fossils or something -The things in question looks sort of like beastclans. Maybe undead second age creatures? -Government coverups: Archeology guild edition -Organizations take funding from wealthy sponsors -Imperials can be just as self-important as pearlcatchers -A very ominous, mysterious, wealthy, anonymous organization that if fiction has taught me anything can’t be up to any good -Even in fantasy dragon land you can acquire just about any historical artifact for your private collection by throwing enough money at it -What, you wanted more on what dragonhome is like for the average dragon? Fuck you, here’s a boring ametuer SCP story taking place entirely in an isolated archeology site. Workplace Hazards- -Lightning farm has monitoring equipment -Uhhh -Ummmmmm -Flying in storm bad -Shock switch is a real thing…? Maybe…? -Computers don’t exist yet, everyone still uses papers -… Even though that lightning farm monitoring equipment from just a few lines ago sounded an awful lot like a computer -Errrrrrr -Electrical engineer guild…..? -The shifting expanse does in fact have money -Cactus tea? Cactus fucking tea? -Aaaaaahhhh…? -Whelp lightning has effectively just withdrawn from the dragon un, secretly declared war on them, and pissed on their embassy just for good measure. you know, just in case the whole “Antithesis of all magic and nature, making them effectively the closest there is to a shade faction” thing wasn’t enough. -Unless the lore in the next one does a complete 180 and it turns out this is fine somehow or it’s because of a secret conspiracy unrelated to the flight or something, lightning is now likely THE designated antagonist faction and enemies with the entire world -Oh nooo sciency scientists with no morals are gonna destroy the world again with their scientific hubris!1!1! No bad things would ever happen if those darned scientists would just stop messing with nature and poking around where they don’t belong!1!! -Yeah, salary cycle.. That’s certainly……. A word……. That probably means something…… Which is never explained…. -Scientific scientists destroy non-sciency things because of science reasons, Next up our special guest Vulcan with “Emotion is illogical and must be destroyed” -Have fun being the designated wholly evil faction, nerds. Technology eats your soul. -What, you wanted lore that provided any insight whatsoever into what the expanse is like on any level, or at least something that didn’t spend every line it could going out of it’s way to emphasize how one-dimensionally amoral everyone and everything here is? -That’s stupid -You’re stupid -Fuck you and that train you rode in on -Here, have a bland thinly-veiled tacked on continuation of arcane’s story that pointedly goes out of it’s way to avoid introducing any significant new elements whatsoever because that could potentially humanize lightning on some level and interfere with our pushing the totally irredeemable mad scientists that need to be wiped out for the good of the world narrative, set almost exclusively in an equally bland extension of the dragon UN building that gets knocked over to make an evil hubris reactor because scientific scientists sciencing sciencly oppose all non-science. -Watch as all lore from now on is about how everything is lightning’s fault and they’re the enemies of all life or something -durr hurr science is scary thomas edison is a witch The Seed and the Sickness- -Plague and nature getting lumped together for no goddamned reason, as usual -If the excuse is because they’re twins then light and shadow should get lumped together too, light’s story is certainly short enough and they’re already semi-connected -Plague and nature have had an armistice for thousands of years -Why yes, let’s trade nukes every decade. How could this possibly go wrong. -Plague dragons have lots of scars and war paint and wear bones confirmed -Earth flight mediates because of course it does -Dragons know about the first battles of the plaguebringer and gladekeeper -Scarred wasteland is humid -Nature dragons tell horror stories about it -Quarantine zones for testing diseases -Plague actually specifically develops and tests diseases -Nature dragons can’t live in the scarred wasteland without special measures -Bonerguards -The behemoth is sick, possibly, maybe, it’s not entirely clear, probably just hallucinations -Secret ninjas poisoning ambassadors -“Be strong, survive” -Bone spears. *immature giggle* -Nature magic can do some pretty gory, fucked up stuff. Impaled corpses hanging from trees, anyone? -It’s nice to know the admins are allowed to write about shit like that but even having an argument written in a playermade bio puts it in the danger zone -Weaponized carnivorous plants -Plague breath is toxic gas and yellow goo -Other plague magic includes giant rotting membrane cocoons -Nature and plague are probably gonna go to war again, and might drag earth into it too -Now there’s a sick lady with a plant-nuke fused to her out there somewhere -In plague, if you’re hurt, too bad. Medical treatment is for the weak. Either you survive your open wounds or you don’t. Plague dragons covered in bloody bandages are not lore-freindly, because bandages mean they weren’t strong enough to tough it out themselves. -Also implied that plague looks down upon the dead in some way

-Plague also DEFINITELY hates doctors and medicine -Ohh nooo EEEVIL plague conspiracy involving the plague ambassador -You thought there would be equal sections for both ambassadors? The plague ambassador’s section is all of 3 sentences long and only exists to tell us how evil she is. -What, you wanted lore that expanded on what it’s like in nature in any significant way? Fuck you, have a bland sabotage plot that takes place entirely in the scarred wasteland with no mention of anything at all in the viridian labyrinth. -What, you wanted lore that expands on what it’s like in plague in any significant way? Fuck you, have a bland sabotage plot that takes place entirely in an isolated nature embassy with no mention of how anything outside it works. Hear Today, Gone Tomorrow- -Pearlcatchers have slings and bags to carry their pearls -New location: shoredeep presage -Divination caves that direct the tidelord’s prophecy bubbles up from the deep for rite-of-passage rituals -Prophets have multiple levels of rank based on age -Water dragons carve handholds to use in areas with strong tides -Divination requires specific rituals seemingly similar to alchemy, along with a blindfold and special chant -Braziers made of dried coral and shells -Dragons swim with their wings -Not all water dragons have divination powers, and the ones that don’t seem to be considered lesser -The first prophecy is meant to be carried to your grave -Dragons breathe water. With their lungs. -Fishing shacks exist -The weather in wind has a direct effect on the weather in other flights, in this case leveling the whole damn water flight because the crescendo decided it wanted to spin the other way -The crescendo also does not have a monopoly on the “gigantic magically-charged supercell” game, it’s just the most consistent one -Giant whirlpool. Maybe the spiral keep collapsed? -Prophecies tell you whatever the fuck they feel like telling you, not what you want them to -All the currents in the ocean have also changed thanks to the reversed wind -Fish daddy’s not talking anymore Raising a Family- -Did you really just use a Necromancer pun? Is the next line going to be about doing it on a budget? -Very short -So short it may as well be fused with shadow’s like they did with plague and nature -Emperors generally have extremely simple, childlike minds, with varying levels of decay, and are often deliriously happy -Always hungry -Think of eachother as siblings, it’s unclear if they really are or not. Technically siblings of multiple elements are possible if their parents traveled a lot. -Have fragmented and hazy memories of their past lives -Something about “Mother and other siblings”, possibly lightweaver -Hewn city has a border patrol -Emperors with less then 4 heads DO have enough juice to go apocalypse mode, despite what the encyclopedia says -The only one i genuinely enjoyed and felt was well-written -Except now there’s a fucking hydra-zombie rampaging through light flight. i’m sure that won’t be a problematic place to leave a cliffhanger dangling for months at all. Voices- -Leafmom’s worried, Germmom’s pissed -Droolmom thinks this is the funniest shit she’s seen in 10,000 years -Something’s wrong with sornieth’s molten core, i think -Icepop bragging about his limited edition Cthulhu collection -GLITTERMOM NO YOU RACIST FAVORITE-CHILD-PICKING BITCH I SWEAR IF YOU DO ANYTHING TO THOSE MURDERNOODLES -Noddledad don’t give a fuck -Daddy Cave Johnson definitely sanctioned this evil scientific hubris reactor. Goddammit Cave. -*Space dad creepily floating outside everyone Else’s window with binoculars* -Earthdad got a playmate, but they don’t seem friendly -*Goes around putting up missing posters for tidepapa*