How would Jace, Leander, and your other guys react to people setting off fireworks?
- @aftgphoenix
Okay, so! Leander doesn't like fireworks at ALL. Loud, sudden sounds make him very anxious. He's super jumpy (due to the abuse) so fireworks and thunderstorms are both big evil to him. When something like that is going on, Leander and Sophie sort of hunker down in the living room floor with some blankets and headphones on.
Jace thinks fireworks are annoying, because they hurt his Wolf ears and also scare his bestie. But he also thinks they're really pretty. :) He likes watching them, just wishes Leander could enjoy them with him.
Most of the other guys don't care one way or another!
my first mermaid AU!!! featuring kevin/andrew/jeremy, in which kevin sets up his land people with his sea people
for @seize-the-day-event!
the hours before sunrise
Kevin had chosen the pre-dawn hours for their rendezvous; a built-in deadline seemed ideal for this meeting of worlds. They'd have an hour together, at most, before Jean and Neil would dive back into the water, flipping their tails skyward and disappearing beneath the waves, and he and Jeremy and Andrew would return to their little bungalow.Ā
"Are we almost there?" Jeremy asked from the backseat. Andrew was driving; it was Jeremyās Jeep but Andrew always drove when they were together. Kevin had been granted front seat status as he was the only one who knew where to go.Ā
He squinted into the darkness; he'd told Andrew to keep the headlights off, knowing Neil and Jean would be more comfortable in just the moonlight.Ā
"There," he said suddenly, seeing a flash of silver.Ā
They looked human for the most part, standing side by side in the surf. Only the glint of moonlight on the scales at their bare shoulders and hips gave any indication otherwise.
"Whoa," Jeremy said, his breath warm on Kevin's neck when he leaned forward over the back of Kevin's seat.Ā
Andrew brought the car to a stop and they all got out, bare feet slipping in the loose sand as they made their way down to the water. Andrew stopped before the sand got damp, but Jeremy kept going, rocking to a halt only when Kevin pulled his arm to stop him a few feet from Jean and Neil.
Kevin was suddenly aware of how very naked Jean and Neil both were - he hadn't thought about that when he suggested they meet on land. Not that Jeremy or Andrew seemed to mind ā Andrew gave the two of them a slow once over, his gaze lingering on the scars on Neilās chest before his focus shifted to lighting a cigarette, and Jeremy let out a low whistle before coughing awkwardly and looking up at the stars instead. Kevin shook his head. Heād expected this ā Jean and Neil both had lithe forms, with lean muscle suited for swimming long distances with speed, and he knew how Andrew and Jeremy reacted to his own athletic body. It was part of why heād wanted them all to meet.Ā
Jeremy, predictably, stuck out a hand and introduced himself. Jean took it, but when Jeremy turned to Neil, Neil crossed his arms.Ā
āBe nice,ā Kevin muttered at him. It had no effect, but Jeremy was undeterred.
āThis is Andrew,ā Jeremy said, gesturing unnecessarily toward where Andrew was sitting with his elbows propped on his knees a few feet away. Andrew gave them a lazy two-fingered salute.Ā
āSo,ā Jeremy continued when no one else took the initiative. āYou and Kevin grew up together, huh?ā
It wasnāt a topic Kevin really wanted to discuss tonight, his injury and subsequent relegation to land, but it wasnāt exactly like heād prepared an ice-breaker activity.Ā
āBefore he was forced to leave, yes,ā Jean answered. He gave Jeremy an appraising look. āWhat is he to you?ā
āOh,ā Jeremy said, clearly thrown off that they didnāt already know.Ā
āWeāre together,ā Andrew said into the silence.
Neil tilted his head with apparent interest, or maybe just curiosity.
āTheyāre important to me,ā Kevin explained. āAs are the two of you.ā
It got easier after that. Perhaps everyone was making an effort on his behalf. Whatever it was, Kevin felt warm and weighted as they all talked, anchored in a way he hadnāt felt since heād left the ocean.Ā
They wandered down the beach as they talked, stopping only when the sky began to lighten.Ā
Kevin gestured to Andrew and Jeremy to wait, and walked Jean and Neil down to the water. He handed Jean a shell he had picked up, a perfectly intact sand dollar. Jean took it and pressed his knuckles into Kevinās palm for a moment before stepping back. Andrew had given Neil his shirt; Neil tugged it over his head and handed it to Kevin.Ā
Kevin looked between Neil and Jean, trying to convey all the warmth he felt in his chest. āThank you for meeting them.āĀ
āThey wereā¦ interesting,ā Jean said, looking past Kevin to where Andrew and Jeremy were sharing a cigarette.
āCan we meet your dad too?ā Neil asked. āI want him to teach me that sport Jeremy was talking about.ā
Kevin thought about it for a moment, about his mother, coming out of the sea each night to play Exy with Kevinās father. His father didnāt often talk of her, but Kevin knew that was how they had first met.
āMaybe,ā Kevin said, and Neil nodded, accepting that.
Kevin looked at the horizon, where the first sliver of burning gold was crossing the horizon. āYou better get going.āĀ
He reached out to squeeze Neilās shoulder, and then looked backward to see Jeremy waving at them. Jean nodded at him, and Neil gave a two-fingered salute toward Andrew, who blew smoke in his direction in reply.Ā
Then with a splash Jean and Neil were gone, and Kevin rejoined Andrew and Jeremy for the long walk back to the car.Ā
āI liked them,ā Jeremy declared. Andrew didnāt say anything, but Kevin had seen the way his gaze had never left Neil, and that was enough.Ā
As they walked, every so often Kevin would look out at the ocean and see two flashes of silver, following them down the beach as the sun rose over the water.
we need to bring back old school tumblr communication and im so serious. sending an ask to a mutual just to say hello. seeing three different asks in your inbox all asking how your dentist appointment went. seeing a post you think one of your mutuals would enjoy and tagging them/sending it to them in the dms. nowadays its just silently liking a post or (if youre feeling extreme) replying under posts. WHAT HAPPENED TO US!! we used to be a proper community!!!! #LetsBringWhimsyBack
Thanks to @thewholelemon for the early Sunday tag, and to @leithillustration and @theimpossibledemon for tagging me on your "Hot Goals Summer" posts. Since I have only one month left before school starts again, I figured I'd merge both ideas-- so have a traditional update + goals below!
STITCHES
I learned the hard way during my first COC that you cannot wait until the prompts are released to start, so I've been plugging away for a while now. This year, I want to have new doll art every.single.day. Yes, that's right. This will not be one set of dolls whose outfits I change, but ACTUAL NEW DOLLS DAILY. This decision is, admittedly, a little insane, and while I have made good progress, I've been very scattered about it.
What have I accomplished so far?
A cohesive plan! I have a theme for my COC countdown, and I've selected 20ish doll concepts so far. Some dolls are destined to fit prompts that repeat every year (WLW, Sideships, AU, etc) and the rest are flexible enough to fit whatever the actual prompts are once they are announced.
A growing tub of dolls. I've made a total of 22 dolls so far, including: 2 Ebbs, 2 Dryads, 1 Fiona, 1 Shep, 1 Agatha, and so many Bazzes. This may sound impressive, but most of them are naked, several are unassembled, and very few of them belong to the same concept/scene.
So what are my Hot Summer Sewing Goals?
Make an obscene number of dolls. There are 30 days of COC. Assuming each day requires at least 2 dolls, I have 38 left to make. I want to get through at least half of those before summer is up. I like to joke about being a doll factory, but I will truly need to become one to finish in time!
Get organized. I've been sewing and gathering supplies at random so progress is hard to see. I need a system. Right now I'm thinking mass produce all the dolls first, then make all the clothes, then gather all the props, etc.
Enjoy my tub of dolls for making it this far. If you are also interested in sentences, thoughts are below.
SENTENCES
My one and only goal is to write this damn book, and yet I've made so little progress this year/summer. Rather than focus on the struggles, let's celebrate and set goals!
What have I accomplished so far?
Progress! I have a rough outline and 8k words for my novel. Not as far as I'd like to be, but it's something.
Fic! I thought my SnowBaz days were over, but it was a welcome distraction to dive into something easy and familiar when I felt like I had forgotten how to form sentences. Feel free to drop a kudos on my ridiculous party robot fic, Chosen Love Productions. It's both sweet and hilarious.
What are my Hot Summer Sentence Goals?
Write 15 minutes a day. Any progress is good progress.
Start using brackets and TK when writing. I am a perfectionist---what a surprise! (lol) Seriously though, this trait is a drag when writing. I need to embrace the idea that the first draft just needs to exist, which means if I don't like something, I can put it in brackets and return to it later.
Phew! That was so long. I'm sorry. But, I hope putting all this out there will keep me accountable. As a reward for all the words, have some pictures of my gorgeous new sewing/writing desk. I love her so much.
If you have updates, goals, celebrations, etc, I'd love to hear them and cheer you on!
yay: moving to a country where being gay is not a felony š§
nay: having no income š
so I'm here to remind you that my commissions on vgen are open (link in bio) and you can buy oc/ fanart from me!! reblogging and liking this post also helps! š
a little vampire kandreil for @seize-the-day-event!
"That better not be your blood," Kevin says when he walks into their dorm room and sees Andrew washing red from his hands in the kitchen sink.
"It's not," says Neil, and Kevin starts ā he hadn't even seen him, cocooned on the couch holding something to his neck ā an ice pack?
It clicks into place, an idea so absurd Kevin nearly cricks his neck as he jerks his head back to Andrew.
"You bit him?"
"It was my idea," Neil pipes up.
"That's not ā I mean, obviously ā" Kevin splutters.
"Kevin's just jealous," Andrew says, drying his hands and dropping the towel on the counter to sour later.
"You've only drank from me once and said you'd never do it again." He rounds on Neil. "How did you get him to agree?"
Neil shrugs one shoulder under the blanket. "I asked."
Kevin scoffs and crosses the small kitchen to yank open the refrigerator door harder than necessary and put away his leftovers from dinner with Coach (Dad? No, still too weird).
He turns back toward Andrew, who's now leaned over Neil, checking the bandage on the small wound on his neck.
"What would you give me for it?" Kevin demands.
Andrew straightens, apparently satisfied with the dressing, and clicks his tongue.
"Oh, Kevin. I don't have anything you want."
"We both know that's not true,ā Kevin says, but Andrewās face is impassive.
"Practice with us," Neil says suddenly.
Andrew levels him with a bored look but doesn't say anything. Kevin wants to press, but knows better by now.
Finally, after staring down Neil for what seems an age ā even after all this time, Kevin still feels they have some secret language that he'll never quite be fluent in ā Andrew turns his gaze on Kevin.
āOnce a week.ā
Kevin startles, hardly believing heās won so easily.
āFor which?ā
āBoth,ā Neil says, when Andrew ignores the question and instead heads for the door. He stops on his way past Kevin and shoves a finger in his chest, almost pushing him backward.
Andrew glares up at him, and Kevin meets him halfway on instinct. Andrewās kiss is half teeth.
āJunkies,ā Andrew mutters, and Kevin glances over his head at Neil, whoās grinning.
āYou like it,ā Neil says, and Andrew doesnāt argue as he puts his teeth to Kevinās neck.
"You're going to get blood on the court," Kevin complained as he took aim.
The red flash of the goal illuminated Andrew, straddling Neil at center court and pointedly staring at Kevin as he wiped his mouth and flicked his dripping hand at the floor.
Somehow Neil was faster, grabbing Andrew's fingers and pulling them into his own mouth. Andrew's focus swung back to Neil, and Kevin resisted the urge to send the next ball at their heads.
Instead he sighed and lit the wall red again as Neil let out an animal whine.
how to tell mutual they intrigue me greatly and i would be honoured to be allowed to grow a friendship where i may study them up close without saying any of that
how to tell mutual i know i havent interacted with them directly in like five months but i still think of them highly and semifrequently and their art is still a source of inspiration for my own
Happy Valentines day everyone! I decided to make a comic about something Iāve wanted to talk about for a long time, which was my relationship with romance while being on the Aromantic spectrum. Sorry for the length, enjoy!
hehe ty @aftgtinyfic for another fun and inspiring prompt!!
MIXTAPE
200 words
"'For My Sister Golden Hair'?" Agatha barely finishes reading the hand-labeled CD before it's yanked out of her hand by Niamh, who seems to have vaulted over the the sofa to grab it.
Agatha raises an eyebrow. Niamh splutters.
"It's nothing. It's from Watford. It was ānothing."
Niamh's cheeks are two red apples as she avoids Agatha's gaze and shoves the CD under a couch cushion.
A ridiculous, delicious thought flashes into Agatha's mind.
"Brody," she coos. "Did you make me a mixtape?"
"No," Niamh lies, blocking Agatha from the couch.
"You liked me," Agatha crows.
"I like you currently." She frowns. "Though not so much right now."
"You totally had a crush on me."
"A fact long since established and unnecessary to re-establish via mixtape."
"Oh we are totally listening to it," Agatha says, finally getting around Niamh to the couch cushion.
"We are not."
Niamh's protests last exactly as long as it takes Agatha to pop the CD in the stereo, push Niamh onto the couch, and cover her mouth with her own.
Well I keep on thinking 'bout you, Sister Golden Hair surpriseā¦
The recent hot VS cold polls have made me realise that a lot of people have no idea how to cool down.
As someone from a hot country that's regularly on fire, here's some tips:
WATER IS YOUR FRIEND! WATER! IS! YOUR! FRIEND! You can transfer SO much heat into this bad boy! You cannot cool down without water!
Wrists under the cold tap. Splash your face and the back of your neck. Fan yourself.
In some countries you can buy a little handeld fan with a water sprayer.
Damp tea towel around the neck. Stick an ice pack in there on hotter days.
Half fill a water bottle with water, stick in freezer. If you use a bottle with a straw, make sure it's lying on its side with the straw side up and out of the water. When frozen top up the rest of the way with tap water and off you go.
Desperate to cool off? Wet T-shirt. Sit in front of a fan. This will nuke it, just don't get hypothermia and don't fall asleep like this.
Cold showers are also your friend in summer. Some people get psyched up by these. Personally, I sleep like a baby, so I'm good to have them before bed. Just keep in mind that it takes a bit of time for the cool to circulate, so your body will tell you that you're colder than you actually are. I find that when I have cold showers I need to step out of the spray when I think I'm cold... I'll just wait, and thirty seconds later the temperature has evened out and I actually need to step under again. Rinse and repeat until you maintain coolness even after stepping out for a bit.
If you can't do cold showers, turn the cold shower on anyway and just stick your arms under. When they're cold, lift your arms up above your head. The sensation of cool blood draining into your body is fucking weird and kinda unpleasant but less unpleasant than being hot.
Feet in a tub of water with ice. Blood naturally flows to your extremities when hot, so take advantage of this. If you don't have a tub of ice water, sticking a wet rag on your feet in front of the fan works too, it's the less powerful version of the wet T-shirt.
Drinks lots of water but make sure that water has electrolytes as well. Stay in the shade.
Keep air circulating. Fans don't actually cool rooms down, they just help transfer heat from your body to the moisture on your skin or the air via evaporative cooling.
Block north facing windows early in the morning so the sun doesn't get in. If you're in the northern hemisphere, this is opposite for you. Keep in mind that if your home is brick, the bricks will still heat up and slowly release heat into your home even after the sun goes down so this will only do so much.
If it's hotter inside than outside, close all your windows but two, making sure they're on opposite sides of the house/unit you're in. Point a fan out of one window, making sure that the doors between the rooms with the open windows are all open. This will help create a mini pressure system in your home, pulling cooler air in and pushing the hotter air out via the fan. Bonus points if you can get that fan high up where the hot air rises; even within a single room the top is much hotter than the air by the floor. Adjust the amount of open windows based on how many fans you have, but generally you want more windows with fans open than windows without fans to keep the pressure correct.
Obviously, use your common sense for these. Not everything WILL work for you, just use the stuff that does and adjust what needs to be adjusted. Some of these will be impossible to use in the workplace but others you can still use. Others are best used at home. If humidity impacts your ability to use any of these, get a dehumidifier if that's an option, or use more ice instead of evaporation.
Also keep in mind that the skinnier you are, the faster these will work. More fat means more insulation, means more heat, so you may need to be more patient with some of these or use them in combination.
thank you @aftgtinyfic for this prompt and running this!!
AMBER
100 words
Neil is always moving, flitting in and out of the light, and Andrew hasn't seen the full shape of him yet. He wants to swipe with his racquet, swish-swoosh, wham the net flat on the ground, Neil trapped and flapping against the laces. He wants to splay his limbs and pin him in place, soak him in alcohol and preserve him in amber.
He won't.
He will stalk through the underbrush, eyes on the prize, stepping through shadows, patient and lithe. Neil will land on his outstretched hand, and then Andrew will see what kind of creature he really is.
Heyy, 9 and 72 for the fic trope mashup? Sending you positive vibes!
fanfiction trope mashup game
dance au + stranded on a desert islandā¦ok no ship was specified so iām going to go with andreil lmfao
stretching the definition of dance au a little bit and weāre gonna do dance dance revolution on a desert island hskdkfkgkfkds. neilās been on the run this whole time and heās found what he thinks is the perfect refuge on this random island. however *gasp* someone is already thereā¦
ok so on andrewās side his deal with aaron has basically run out, so with aaron offā¦somewhere idkā¦andrew basically decides to fuck off and get on a boat somewhere. shenanigans happen and somehow he gets accidentally left on a desert island. but itās like andrew heās sorta just like *shrug emoji* i live here now
now for whatever reason the island has an abandoned arcade that for whatever reason still has electricity? or somehow andrew figured out how to rig it all together so some of the games still work? idk. anyways this is where andrew lives since itās the only bit of shelter there thatās still somewhat intact. so when neil stumbles in, he in a fit of pique says heāll only let neil stay with him if he can beat him in a dance dance revolution-off. and so they battle it out for a bit and itās fun and neil does in fact beat andrew and so itās like domestic life on an abandoned island or some shit idk. anyways they bond cuz they kinda vibe together
and thenā¦idk what happens. maybe they get rescued eventually cuz aaron and nicky track andrew down and neil comes along for the ride. something like that
