#wavewright62

[rukkilill]

Okay - why do I follow you? Well, even though our fandoms don't align much any more, beyond a general interest in Eastern Europe, I can count on you to post some lovely images.

It makes me happy that you've stuck around. ;) Maybe some day our fandoms will intersect again!

...Also I've been meaning to ask - mate, when did you change your username and what Is it, I think there's a joke I'm not getting. :V

(From the ask meme)

[miracu-ace]

Late Night Baking

Hey, @wavewright62 , I’m your @mlsecretsanta ! I enjoyed writing this for you so I hope you enjoy reading some family bonding with the Dupain-Chengs!

Also on AO3

In the wee hours of the night, little eight-year-old Marinette found herself unable to sleep in her bed. Her mind was filled with all kinds of thoughts that circled endlessly. Tossing and turning in her bed only seemed to fuel them further. With a huff, Marinette sat up in her bed and scrunched her eyebrows in the dim light of the room.

“Maman always says the best way to relieve stress is through baking,” Marinette muttered to herself, nodding along as she spoke.

Without a second thought, Marinette threw her blankets off, scrambled out of her bed, and made her way down the steps from the bed to the lower part of her bedroom. She slipped on a pair of fuzzy pink slippers to muffle her steps.

Moving as quietly as a mouse, Marinette made her way out of her room and towards the kitchen. When she reached the kitchen, Marinette started to search through the cabinets for the cookware required.

“Hm, if I were a cookie sheet, where would I be?” Marinette whispered to herself.

She opened each cabinet one after another, standing on precarious tippy toes to reach the high ones. Without paying attention, Marinette knocked into one of the lower cabinets while reaching for a higher one.

“Uwah!” Marinette cried as she tumbled.

With a thud, Marinette landed on her back. She quickly covered her mouth once the shock wore off and scrambled back onto her feet. Marinette looked in the direction of her parent’s bedroom and waited, holding her breath.

“Phew”, Marinette muttered under her breath. “Maybe I should take this downstairs.”

Moving with extra care, Marinette made her way past her parent's room and down into the back of the bakery.

“This time I’ll start with a recipe,” Marinette said out loud, eyeing the counters.

Fortunately for Marinette, one of the recipe books had been left out on the counter just within view. She grabbed a small stool on her way to the counter and quickly slid it under her feet. From there, Marinette began leafing through the pages looking for a good recipe.

“Maybe snickerdoodles? Those are pretty simple to make.” Marinette muttered, talking to herself. “Ooooh or macarons.”

Marinette continued to flip through the various recipes, sticking a finger for every recipe that piqued her interest.

“I could just make more than one?” Marinette scrunched her face, not completely convinced but too tired to give it any more thought.

Determined and unsure, Marinette pulled the stool near the bag of flour. She did her best to be careful as she stood on tiptoes to pull the bag closer to the edge. Once it was closer, Marinette hefted the bag into her arms and stepped off the stool. She grinned at her accomplishment and carried it back to the recipe book.

Soon she’d have a tasty snack and then she’d be able to fall asleep. Marinette's excitement and optimism grew as she eyed the recipe book.

~~~

In the wee hours of the night, Tom found himself dreaming of sweets. He could smell the spicy scent of cinnamon from snickerdoodles, the subtle smell of almond from macarons, and a handful of other smells that could not be made out. While dreaming of sweets was not an uncommon occurrence for a baker, even Tom’s sleepy mind was surprised by the strength of each smell. It was almost as if he could smell them.

His sweet dream continued until a clatter from the back of the bakery rang so loudly, it echoed throughout the rest of the home. Tom rose with a start, eyes still bleary before he turned to Sabine.

“You don’t think we have mice in the bakery, do you?” Tom asked, sleepy eyes growing wide as he spoke.

Sabine answered him with a soft chuckle as she rose from her side of the bed.

“I can think of only one little mouse capable of making this much noise.” Sabine mused, “A little mouse that should be asleep in her bed.”

After a short pause in thought, Tom nodded along and rose with Sabine. Now that he was more awake, Tom could tell that the scents he had been dreaming about were coming from the back of the bakery.

Flicking on the lights as they made their way to the back of the bakery, Sabine and Tom stopped when they reached the kitchen first.

“Looks like the mouse started here,” Tom remarked, an amused smile on his lips.

“I just hope this is the worst of the mess.” Sabine mused with a yawn.

The pair paused long enough to close each of the opened cupboards before descending into the bakery.

Peeking their heads around the doorway, they watched as an exasperated Marinette flailed her arms in the middle of the room.

Various pots and pans lay scattered around her feet each coated in various amounts of flour. Together the pots and flour created a long trail leading back to a nearly empty bag of flour on the floor. Among the flour, little footprints were left all leading in different directions. Nearby, dirty mixing bowls and rolling pins filled one counter with a stack of cookie sheets and bread pans next to it.

From the smell, Tom recognized the cookies from his dream including one cookie sheet holding an unrecognizable, but clearly burnt, batch of cookies.

“This is a disaster,” Marinette mumbled, attempting to wipe flour from her cheek with a hand equally coated in flour.

“Oh honey, is everything okay?” Tom asked, stepping as carefully as he could around the mess on the floor.

Forgetting the flour on her face and hands, Marinette wiped her hands down her face as she turned in the direction of the doorway.

“Everything is a mess.” Marinette sighed tiredly.

Tom moved next to Marinette and knelt on his knee. He reached out with his hand and ruffled Marinette’s hair, knocking off some of the flour on her head.

“What were you trying to do?” Sabine asked, moving next to Tom.

“You always talk about how you guys like to bake to clear your minds so I thought it’d help me fall asleep.” Marinette yawned, “but I couldn’t decide what to bake and then things got out of hand. I promise I was careful with the flour, but when I tried to put it back on the counter I sneezed and kind of tripped.”

Marinette gestured vaguely around with her hands.

“Well, hun, you know what we do when we make a mess, don’t you?” Sabine asked, brushing the flour off of Marinette’s shoulder with her hand.

“We clean it up!” Marinette chirped.

“Exactly.” Tom smiled.

With only the energy an eight-year-old could muster, Marinette zipped over to a nearby closet and began digging for cleaning supplies. Sabine and Tom couldn’t help but laugh as they went over to join her.

~~~

“We have a few hours left before we need to start getting the bakery up and running for the day. Why don’t we take a little time to play some Ultimate Mecha Strike II?” Tom asked, eyeing Sabine.

At the mention of the game, Marinette’s eyes lit up and she turned to her mother for approval. Sabine couldn’t help but chuckle at the look.

“You’ve got time for a few games, but then it’s time for bed.” Sabine responded, “Just try not to be too loud. We don’t want to wake the neighbors.”

Before Sabine had even finished, Marinette was already heading back up the stairs.

“Of course, we won’t be too loud” Tom promised, kissing Sabine on the head.

“I’ve got dibs on 2TO!” Tom shouted as he ran to catch up to Marinette.

~~~

“Triple combo Tom style, booyah!” Tom cheered as his character knocked out Marinette’s character.

“Careful Tom,” Sabine spoke quietly, holding a finger against her lips.

Tom looked to Sabine and then followed her eyes to find Marinette asleep on the armrest of the couch, the controller still in hand.

“Oh, sorry,” Tom whispered back, carefully putting his controller down on the coffee table. “Looks like someone finally fell asleep.”

Sabine moved to get it but stopped when Tom raised his hand.

“I’ve got this. I’ll carry her back up to bed.” Tom explained quietly, taking Marinette carefully into his arms.

Marinette shifted in his arms a little as he walked, but stayed asleep.

While he left with Marinette, Sabine sat down on the couch, intending to only rest for a moment. Before she knew it, she felt a nudge on her shoulder. Sabine opened her bleary eyes and realized she had fallen asleep when she saw Tom standing over her.

“Don’t worry about getting up.” Tom smiled, “I just wanted you to scoot over. We’ve got another hour or so before it’s time to get to work. I already set an alarm.”

Sabine gave him a nod and scooted a little further to the side of the couch. Tom slid in next to her and Sabine shifted herself closer, snuggling into the crook of his neck. With one arm secured around Sabine, Tom pulled a blanket over them with the other.

It wasn’t long once they were both comfortable that they fell asleep cuddled on the couch.

[autistic-lalli]

What are your thoughts on why those 3 young men (and not Mikkel or Sigrun) had a shared vision of the past, including events Lalli could not have personally witnessed?

OHOHOHO EXCELLENT QUESTION

First of all, I suspect the incredibly unusual nature of the dream is actually due in part to Reynir’s presence. While the dreams of seiður are ordinarily prophetic and future-based, it would make sense that, if there were past events that were equally vital to know, I don’t think it’s a stretch for the gods to drop him in the past.

Second of all, I reread the scene, and it doesn’t seem like there’s anything Lalli couldn’t have witnessed directly. We see the events unfold according to his point of view, which is... horrifying, to say the least. Any dream wandering stays pretty generic, while the actual tragic events Lalli did witness directly.

On a more meta level, the backstory dump is obviously important to us as readers. We now know the details setting up adventure 2, yadayadayada.

But! Minna is an extensive outliner--she has to be for the genre and medium she’s creating in. So this raises a few questions.

Why is this how we learned about the past? Well, there’s the practical answer that a flashback is just an effective and engaging way to deliver a lot of backstory quickly, when it’s done right. But I suspect that it’s going to have more significance down the road.

Now, this plays into some of my loose predictions for the future of adventure 2. The stakes are insane in this adventure, way higher than adventure 1. We’ve got Onni’s timer to deliver two souls, the threat of surma, the bears, and the kade itself. And that’s on top of the normal dangers of being in the Silent World in the height of summer. Potential fallouts from this adventure range from mauled by a giant to getting sucked into the afterlife.

Stories with stakes this high rarely come without sacrifices. Tuuri was the casualty of adventure 1. And this alone helps us predict a few things. It’s hard to escalate the stakes past death and maintain an engaging story, especially in a horror genre. Death is a constant risk, and we’ve seen the threat of death already carried out. I think it’s unlikely for death to be the cost of success again, because at this point it becomes predictable.

So how do we escalate? Well...

What’s worse than death for these characters under the current circumstances?

I don’t think I can answer that question specifically at this point. There’s Tuonela weirdness, kade threats--all kinds of possibilities, and also additional possibilities I’m sure we don’t know. There are plenty of ways to suffer in this story without necessarily dying.

But what does this have to do with the dream flashback? If we give the flashback any credence outside of practicality in storytelling, then it does matter that Reynir and Emil were the ones to see it. Because I think that something is going to happen to Lalli.

Obviously Lalli can’t deliver this backstory in the waking world, and I think we all know that he wouldn’t even if he could. It’s possible this was just the only way the backstory could have gotten communicated to Emil and Reynir.

But the problem with that is--why do Emil and Reynir have to know?

It’s an odd choice. Neither Emil nor Reynir would have asked for that backstory, in my opinion. Lalli would have communicated any relevant safety information, leaving the personal aspects out of it.

Which implies to me that Lalli will be unable to communicate that backstory at some point.

On a practical level, Sigrun and Mikkel couldn’t have seen the dream. Reynir can obviously waltz into whatever dreams he likes, and Emil and Lalli’s heads are a permanent venn diagram. But they’re both there. They have corroborating witness and are now able to describe specifically what happened in Saimaa.

Because Lalli won’t be able to.

Am I correct? I have no idea; this is just speculation. But do know that every day I live in fear of where adventure 2 is going.

[worldsentwined]

And the last one for now (I have a few more requests, which I will do tomorrow!) This was a request during the stream, @wavewright62 asked for Sigrun doing a *chef’s kiss* :D This was so fun to draw, thanks for the request and the company during the stream!

(Someone probably just killed a troll SO GOOD, look how proud she is!) 

[angsttronaut]

For phrase challenge: no 14 'overgrown' please & thank you?

This place was so different from his village. There grass may grow on the some of the roofs, but it didn’t creep down through the windows and crack them open so it could feast on the innards. Every year they cut or replanted the new seedlings threatening to break out of the patch of wood they relied on for firewood: here the trees grew freely, parks transformed into dense wood where any beast could lurk, twisted and dark.

Reynir winced, thorns digging into his leg. What if a beast had been there a moment ago? What if he was going to die? Every time he hurt himself out here it preoccupied his mind until no rash bloomed on his skin and it became obvious he wasn’t going to die. He went back into their vehicle and looked out from the windows. So many other people had been filled with the same doubts, all those years ago... And all too often they were right to fear.

I’m so far from home. He should make the best of it; he’d never met anyone who’d gone anywhere near the Silent World, let alone this deep into it. And when would a farmboy like him get this chance again? But as he looked at the desolate landscape which had once been called Copenhagen all he longed for was home.

[unofficial-estonia]

wavewright62 replied to your post: “Is there anything that Estonians eat that Americans would find...”:

Jello on kuik tehtud lihadest! XD All Jello is made from meat darlings. You can get seaweed agar, but that's not in nommy strawberry flavour. Nüüd, ütle minule, kala chocolate? Miks pärast?

kala chocolate is because there is no god left anywhere in this piece of land we call Estonia, not that there was any in the first place...

But sült is gross because it literally requires boiling of different types of meat for hours and the smell it generates is rõõõõõõõõõõõõõveeeeeeeeee 

[stillsyns]

Ruminations Over Breakfast

Prompt: “Reynir - Mage overexertion, Icelandic style”

Reynir thoughtfully chewed his breakfast.  He’d forgotten what simple Icelandic food tasted like, after all that time eating Mikkel’s so-called cooking.  It was wonderful to be home again.  He looked out across the summer meadow, with the shadows of the clouds slipping silently over the hillsides, and the breeze playing across his back.  It was so very peaceful.

Mage school was pretty easy.  True, he had to wrack his brains learning all the distinctions between what substances runes could be painted or carved with.  Also, what effect the surface you drew it onto would have on the spell.  Also, what phase the moon was in, and which conjunctions of weather to look out for.  Also, the effect your own body would have – the girls would shift uncomfortably, but the teacher would just stare at Reynir in exasperation when they got to that part.  He belched and shook his head.

Reynir remembered that he would stare and stare at his runes in an effort to find the combination of lines that felt right.  It was like that time Lalli had handed him a bunch of pages ripped out of Tuuri’s books and a pencil, and set him to drawing runes.  One had worked, and Reynir had a lot of practice applying that rune, but he couldn’t really just feel the combination that worked.  He had some more knowledge about it now, but only after concentrating really hard for so long.  Maybe mage school wasn’t quite so easy.

He took another bite as stared out across the hillsides.  He would be relegated to painting runes on fenceposts, like Aunty Helga.  Grumpy Aunty Helga, always complaining, always complaining about how overworked she was.  Poor Aunty Helga used to sleepwalk, he remembered.  It was always in the run-up to lambing season, when she would be called upon to paint runes for the protection of the lambs.  She used to get so exhausted that she would sleepwalk, always ending up on somebody’s roof.  Most of the time she was under the impression she was a sheep, and she’d been eating the turf on the roof.  He belched, remembering how they’d all laughed and laughed at her, perched up there with grass stuck in her teeth.  But now he felt some sympathy for poor Aunty Helga, now that he knew more about magic.  He would never say anything baa-aa-ad about her again.

Reynir stopped chewing.  It was dark suddenly?  He ran his tongue over his teeth, afraid of what he would find.  He spat out the mouthful of grass hurriedly as his fears were confirmed.

[verdisketch]

Replies under cut!!! including a few i missed earlier!!!

foliefolio replied to your post “u know as much as im never getting back into 4s i do miss everyone. i...”

o/ And you, too!

I hope ur doin swell man!! i dont understand the gay vatican boys you’re writing about but i Do enjoy them.

wavewright62 replied to your post “i’m not sure if you check this anymore but i was just wondering why...”

The fandom is poorer without you. But if leaving has been better for *you* then surely it was a good move. I apologise if I was one who caused offense (I may have, I have toned down my impatience with shipping quite a bit).

Oh nah. I didn’t mind people who just didn’t prefer shipping, I was. More annoyed with people who assumed NSFW would mean perverts and people who would destroy the innocent minds of children would flood the forum. Also all the commenters in disqus who were Hellaciously Heterosexual. Ship sigrun and mikkel? that’s okay. anything about emilalli? its a BRO mance!! (all this to say - you’re totally fine!!! id let you know if I was annoyed. And thank you, that’s extremely sweet to say <3) polar-night-scout replied to your post  “i’m not sure if you check this anymore but i was just wondering why...”

Reading this brought into focus my discomfort with how Schrodinger's racist the comic is. "I just choose to not say anything about non-white people! Decide whatever you want!!". Given the European context these days, it's even more creepy than when the wank originally happened.

oh this is PERFECT terminology  for it, I’m using Schrodinger’s racist to describe it from now on. It’s just Unfortunate Implications that refuse to become definite because there’s no Official Word, for Whatsoever Reason. At this point, Min/na really should just spoil the comic to let people know that other people survived if that’s the case, the amount of racist dickweeds that love how pure white the comic is is............disconcerting. YOU CAN’T BE NEUTRAL ON THIS, MINNA.

notapaladin  replied to your photo “Ikr? I was adding it up the other day and was like “what the shit”. I...”

I have a theory that what Minna really wanted to write was just the character interactions but she made the mistake of giving it a...certain plot...and now she's trying to pad it out to keep those sweet sweet character interactions and mythology going.

honestly. honestly? honestly. if im being super critical, its a zombie AU of an originally fantasy idea, and that’s a very admirable spin, but one that has not carried through....to the extent she must have wanted it to.