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chiscribbs · 4 months

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Okay so the httyd thing. I've been so excited to share this idea w/ you you have no idea.

So what I've been thinking, is Hiccup seemed to recover wayyyyyyyyy too fast for someone who's been neglected and ostracized from his entire community most of if not all his life. Like when Stoick comes home from looking for the nest in the first movie, and the villagers are saying things like "congratulations" or "out with the old in with the new" and "good riddance if you ask me" and they're "throwing a party to celebrate" Stoick assumes Hiccup is dead and that Berk is celebrating. Berk hated him that much. So what I'm thinking is, Hiccup has made inventions and stuff, he's been trying to do something that will prove he's one of them, a real Viking, trying to make them like him, and none of it worked. The only thing that made them realize he was worth anything was when he started being himself, but what if Hiccup doesn't see it quite that way. What if he thinks that if they can change their minds that quick to like him, then they might change their minds again if he doesn't stay useful. What if no one apologized to him for how they treated him? Because I don't think anyone did. What if his self esteem is still 6 feet lower than the ground and he's walking around waiting for the other shoe to drop. In Gift of the Night Fury we see he feels guilty for Toothless needing him to fly, and so he makes him a new tail that doesn't need a rider. Toothless doesn't want it, but that's not the point. What if Hiccup gives people the option to leave him, because he still thinks its possible that they will. It probably wouldn't be super obvious if he did, but what if he makes them all (Astrid, Tuff and Ruffnut, Fishlegs, Snotlout, maybe even Gobber and Stoick) inventions and things that make it so they don't have to rely on him so much? Leaning a little into Race to the Edge, what if he gives Fishlegs some books he's always borrowing, just as an example. What if they all think he's just being nice, and he's actually trying to make sure they don't need to have him around? This is probably a bit of a stretch, but it's all to say that Hiccup deserved better, and I want the gang to see that and help this boy dig his very very low self esteem out of the hole they buried it in. (Also I like to think that hiccup did this with Gobber when he was younger, because Gobber being the only one who didn't hate him is my emotional support headcannon)

TLDR: What if the gang realized that Hiccup has no self worth and thinks that if everyone could suddenly like him then they could still suddenly hate him?

This might be out of character, but I think all of Berk hating his guts and calling him a screw-up probably did some nasty damage to Hiccup's self esteem, and I want to see that realized and dealt with, because being hated and then suddenly loved might have been a dream come true, but it also probably made him scared it was a dream, and that he will eventually have to wake up.

(Finally getting around to responding to this - sorry it took awhile, I've had my mind on other things and I really didn't want to give a half-brained response when you put so much work into this.)

Ahhhhh, "social outcast genius equating his self-worth to his usefulness in the eyes of others" trope, my beloved.

I will say, my perception of his relationship with the people of Berk was always a bit more on the "he's a nuisance, but he's still family" side of things than out-right hatred. Like the equivalent of a small-town's troubled youth, they don't like him, but he grew up there and he's the village leader's son, so they still have some sense of ownership of him prior to his making them change their minds. If that makes any sense? ...they're Vikings, though, so it's hard to tell the difference sometimes, lol. But, in fairness - it's been awhile since I've watched the first movie, so I'll concede to the freshest memory here. Anyway, that's beside the point-

I wholeheartedly agree with you on this! Hiccup was definitely owed a town apology, at the very least. I understand why they didn't go into that in the movie - limited time, plus the the Stoic-Hiccup relationship was really the core of the conflict, so they opted to focus on that instead - but I agree it would have been nice to see some closure regarding the people of Berk's attitude and treatment towards him. Or some recognition for how it might have affected him after the first movie's conclusion. Because you're absolutely right, that kind of emotional whiplash can be damaging - especially on a teenager who already has considerably low self-esteem.

This does feel pretty in-character for Hiccup, in my opinion, considering the doubts he has in himself as a leader. He neither wanted nor felt right for that job, even when everybody else was sure of his qualifications. So it'd be easy to see him projecting his own doubts in himself on others and assuming they might see things the same way as him. That's the kind of thing that eventually fades as it's repeatedly proven untrue, but it takes time for that reassurance to grow, and the doubts would definitely be pretty prominent at the start. And him wanting to do what's best for everyone else, having the sense of love and responsibility for his community that he has, it makes sense he wouldn't try to hold on too tightly and would instead provide ample opportunity for people to leave if/when they wanted to. (Just like he did with Toothless.)

I think if anybody was gonna pull him out of that, or help him pull himself out of that, it would be Astrid. She'd immediately know something's up - she's always the one to ground him when he's too inside his own head to see things clearly. And unlike his confidence in himself, her confidence in him has never once wavered, she knows he's more capable than he thinks. Astrid also has a much healthier relationship with the rest of Berk, so if anybody can provide some reassurance on the public opinion front, it would be her.

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All that to say - I like this idea! Very well thought-out and well-considered, imo. I'm not quite as well-versed on the HTTYD world as some people - while I adore the movies, I never quite reached fixation levels of interest in the franchise, for whatever reason - so I can't add too much to this. But I like it and I appreciate you sharing your concept with me! Thanks! :>

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jellyfishoreo1206 · 11 months

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I really wasn't expecting so many people to like my Mirage x reader so much! I'm glad you guys liked it!

Though this is a rewrite, because I accidentally deleted the original. I'm still a little salty about it but it's whatever

Though there will be a small few changes that aren't updated in the part 1, but nothing much, just how the text will be colored. And some inconsistent POV changes

Y/N-Pink

Mirage-Blue

Noah-Orange

But anyway, here's part two!

Part one is here btw

Meeting Mirage ;)

Warnings: Suggested drug usage, language

"So is there a reason why we're walking instead of taking your car?" Currently right now, Y/N, who was about to go to bed several minutes ago, is now walking the empty streets of Brooklyn with Noah right beside her. And in addition of that, a blindfold for some reason that she's still trying to figure out. It was nearly midnight and this man literally just told her he had something important to show her. Many questions asked, and no answers yet.

He just kept responding with, 'you'll see when we get there', which is slowly starting to tick her off. And to make it just a little worse, she's still in her PJ's, a black tank top, some baggy white sweatpants that aren't even hers, and some worn out spiderman slippers. And it's fucking cold.

"It's close by, not even that long of a walk."

"It better be, because I swear to God Noah if whatever you're about to show me is something stupid I'm going to fucking kick you."

"I swear it's not."

"Also why did it have to be at night? Why not early in the morning?!"

"Because it couldn't wait until early in the morning!"

"Mhm, yeah right. You didn't even let me have time to put on a jacket. It's fucking cold."

"It's summer."

"You know how cold I am naturally!"

"Wouldn't be surprised if you were a lizard."

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm just befriending you so I can slowly take over humanity! Maybe so I can lick all the things I want without getting weird looks from people because it'll all be lizards!"

It was quiet for a moment, before the pair started to laugh at the comment. Sometimes they can't take each other seriously. It's always one of the two that makes the most random comments to ever been said.

"I'll get you some of those croissant thingys from that bakery you like. As a, 'Sorry for dragging you out of your apartment to show you something' apology."

"You better, you mother fucker...and bring some milk too."

"You're the only person I know that likes milk as a beverage."

"Hey! You can make all kinds of shit out of milk! It's not weird to like it as a beverage. Hell, you were drinking it out of your mother once!"

"Never say that sentence ever again."

Sooner or later, they finally arrived at their destination. With the jingling of keys, Noah unlocks a door before gently pulling her into the building. She was immediately hit with the smell of oil, the fumes of paint, and the smell of gas. Wherever they are, Y/N's guessing they're in Noah's garage.

Now, Noah was nervous, the whole entire time they walked here, he was fidgeting with his finger every so often. He fears how his best friend will react to Mirage, and hoping, hoping it's a good reaction. Though, it might be a small chance, but that's not stopping him from praying to the point someone passing by will probably think he's a little crazy.

"Heyyy you're back! And you brought the pretty lady too~" Now Y/N wasn't expecting another person to be here. She thought it would just be the two of them. Not that she was complaining, maybe this important thing needed someone to look after it so it wouldn't break or something.

Though in reality, it's a huge 12ft robot chilling on the floor, waiting for the both of them. But she doesn't know that. Yet.

"Y/N, I want you to me-"

Noah was cut off by Mirage, a pout on his face as he crosses his arms. "Nu uh man! Lemme have this one!" He quickly clears his throat, with a flirtatious smirk replacing that pout in seconds.

"The names Mirage, bonita~ But you can call me yours~" There was a playfulness in his tone, and to Y/N, he seemed very confident and outgoing. Maybe a little flirty, but that's fine with her. Though he does sound rather young, maybe around the same age as Noah? (I don't know how old he is, but I'm guessing maybe around 19-21, also reader is like 6 years older than Noah) And what a strange name, maybe it's a nickname he likes to go by.

"That's the most cheesiest line I've ever heard in my entire life." Y/N let's a chuckle slip through, snapping out of her little mind rant, a small smile making it's way onto her lips.

"Hey I spent a good amount of time on that! Plus, it's not that cheesey.."

"..Was that too cheesey?"

"Dude you're the one who came up with it, not me."

"But you're supposed to be my wingman here! I scratch your back, you scratch mine." There was a small stare down between the two, before Noah sighed.

"...okay maybe it was a little too cheesey-"

"I may not be able to see, but you guys are horrible at whispering."

Y/N was still standing somewhat next to Noah, arms crossed over her chest as she waited for their so called secret conversation to be over with. All the things she wants do is to go to sleep and enjoy her day-off the next day. That's all she asks for.

"Anyway, what's that important thing you wanted to show me, Noah?" She goes to remove the blindfold, but was stopped by a frantic Noah holding her wrists in a soft, but firm, grip.

"Shit! S-Sorry, it's just.." Noah sighs out in frustration, letting go of Y/N's wrists. "I gotta tell you something before I show you the thing." Said woman raised her brow at Noah's behavior. Now's she getting a little worried for what the hell Noah might show her.

"It's.. It's not something illegal, right?"

"No!" He pauses for a few seconds, "At least I don't thin-"

"NOAH-??"

"Right. So, uh, I think it's best if you just..see for yourself?"

"Why do you sound so unsure." Finally glad to be able to take off the damn fabric, Y/N looks at her surroundings, blinking rapidly to adjust her eyes. Her suspicions of being in Noah's garage was correct. But what she wasn't expecting was a huge metal being sitting in the middle of the room, optics on her with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Hey~"

It takes a few seconds before her mind could catch up, her expression blank. When the scene in front of her processed completely, she immediately turned around, walking towards the door with fast and hurried steps.

"Nope. Nu-uh. Not dealing with this shit tonight. Fuck this shit. I'm out. Peace. Adíos. Goodbye forever. So lon-"

"Y/N wait c-come back!"

"And I will walk 500 miles, and I'll walk 500 more-" Grabbing onto the handle, she tries to open it. Only thing was the door jammed repeatedly. "Fucking shit."

"Ouch, they never treated E.T like this." He pouts, dramatically putting the back of his hand to his forehelm. Now he was kind of expecting her to scream or least for her to faint, but this reaction was more amusing.

"Just let me, uh, us explain-!" Noah forcefully put himself between Y/N and the door, holding out his arms so she wouldn't try to go around. A staredown ensues.

"Please..?" Shrugging his shoulders a little with an unsure smile on his face, his attempt to make himself as convincing as possible. With a sigh, she nods, backing away from the door with slight hesitation. Turning back to the robot in question, Mirage has a bubbly smile on his face, optics lighting up.

"There you go! I ain' gonna hurt you," The mech coos teasingly. "Quite a show you put up though, ever thought of doing stand-up comedy?"

Y/N was still a bit tense, looking at the bot in caution. She doesn't even know what to do in a kind of situation like this. Hell, what do you even do in a kind of situation like this?

But despite that, Noah seems to know, Mirage was his name? He seems to know him pretty well, from how well Noah and him seem to get along. It actually explains a lot of things, that you didn't realize until then. How Noah seemed to be very secretive whenever it came to his garage, and seemed to be somewhat cautious whenever someone looks through his things.

"It's okay mami, you can admire this handsome face as long as you like~" Mirage's flirtatious voice broke you out of your mind ramble, a blush covering your face in an instant. You spaced out without realizing it.

"S-shit my bad."

"Heyy, it's alright~ Not often you come across a face like this!" He sticks his glossa out, making a peace sign with his servos as he winks at her. It, oddly made him cute. A small chuckle comes out of the woman, posture now slightly relaxed a little more, but still tense. Thinking this was a dream, she goes to pinch her arm as hard as she can, but no it's no dream. Maybe she had to much edibles before going to bed, and she was just in the streets all sluggish and her mind is throwing delusions at her, just for entertainment. Like a jester of sorts.

But she ran out of edibles 3 days ago, so that's most likely not the reason why.

Like promised, Noah and Mirage explained what, where, who, and why he was on Earth. And that there's more of him. And that they can transform into cars. And he demonstrated this, by transforming into a car himself. The Frankenstein car you were inside not longer than a week ago.

Now the dots were finally connecting.

She continues to ask him a variety of questions, each of which ranging from how long he's been on Earth, why he choose a Porsche to be his alt mode (to which he responded with, "A cool guy like me needs to have a pretty cool alt to go along with it" followed by a flirtatious wink), and how many other people know about his existence. By know your shoulders are less tense, posture completely relaxed as she continues a conversation with (mainly Mirage) the two of them.

And Mirage, being the big flirt he is, kept throwing pick-up lines whenever the chance showed itself, accompanied by a wink and a cute smirk. Each one making you a little flustered.

Eventually Noah had to leave, because apparently Kris never went to sleep in the first place, to busy to defeat Bowser. He knew because Kris accidentally blew his cover via walkie-talkie. So now it's just you and Mirage, all alone in the garage.

It felt somewhat awkward, but Mirage always found a way to break the silence of everything.

"So how'd you meet my boy?"

"His mom, she was a co-worker of mine a few years ago, and decided to invite me over to her house to meet her kids."

"And what, you guys hit it off there?"

Y/N let's out a small chuckle, shaking her head. "Not exactly. He was a little nervous at the start. We only started talking when I offered to babysit Kris." And the conversation continued on from there, leaking into the early hours of the morning.

Mirage knew he wanted to know and see more about the human, she's just so pretty and fascinating! And her reactions and little faces she makes are so cute to him, make him wanna squeeze her little cheeks. His tanks are filled with the fluttery feeling again, the more they talk, the more it increases. Now he knew when to take risks, and this is one of them definitely. He knows he wants to see more of her, to keep talking with her. Just makes his spark go absolutely crazy.

So why not ask her out?

Alright Mirage, you can do this, my man! Don't let that nervous feeling pull you down. C'mon c'mon c'mon! When will you get another chance like this ever again?

After giving himself a small prep talk, Mirage finally asks. "Hey you wanna go to the drive-ins sometime tomorrow? I'd love to keep seeing that pretty face of yours more~" A wink following with a smirk. His confidence was all over the place, and his spark was beating rapidly, like it's going to come out of his chassis. Obviously it wasn't shown on his face, but internally he was a nervous wreck.

You were somewhat taken off-guard by his question, a blush covering your cheeks. Is he asking you out on a date? I mean, he could be asking to hang out more, but his various flirtatious comments and compliments thrown at you made you think otherwise.

Now that she thinks about, he's actually a lot better than any person she's been in a relationship with. He's actually makes her laugh, is nice and gentle, a good listener, and overall quite comfortable to be around with. And he's quite a cutie and handsome one too..fuck it.

"Sure. What time, handsome~?" The mech perked up at her response, optics lighting up. "How 'bout sometime at 7? I know a pretty good spot~"

"Then it's a date." Oh how that word made his spark flutter. He does a little dance and fists his hand in the air for his small victory, Y/N laughing a little at his antics. Her cheeks hurt so much from smiling so much. She's pretty excited for tomorrow's drive-in now.

When Mirage finally settles down, she beckons him down to be at her level, a small mischievous smile on her face. Confused, he does so, couching down until becoming face to face with her smiling face.

Warm lips peck his metal cheek, his optics widening in surprise at the bold gesture, a blue blush makes itself known on his face. The warmth spreading through his entire body as a shiver goes up his backstruts. Now he's for sure his spark might just beat out his chassis. She can practically hear it!

"Something for you to think about until tomorrow~ Goodnight Mirage~" And with that, she leaves the garage, a big smile on her face as she makes her way home, ready to finally crash into her bed and excited for the night tomorrow.

Mirage was left crouching in the garage, a surprised look still of his face, still trying to process what had just happen. His look of shock then quickly shifted to a look of giddiness, letting out a victory whoop as he tries to calm his beating spark.

"Man, what a woman!" And he cannot wait to see her again.

#transformers x reader #mirage x reader #rotb mirage #rotb mirage x reader #such a cute baby #rise of the beasts #knightverse #bayverse #noah diaz

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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AITA for vague posting about my ex after he got me an expensive but upsetting gift?

I (23 m) and my ex (22 m) have only been separated from our 2 year long relationship for a few months now. I was the one who broke things off and I wanted to stay friends, however, for reasons I feel are obvious, this was super difficult for him. We went a while without talking regularly, and he was often very upset with me and short, and would vague me online (very privately). It made me really upset to be treated that way but I didnt say anything since he was grieving and processing our breakup. About a month into our split, my service cat passed I was extremely distraught and upset, like this was my best friend and it was so sudden, I was unstable from grief, but he reached out with his condolences and I really appreciated it. We talked more and seemed to be reconnecting and I was super excited about it. I came over to him to help him fix his car, picked him up from the airport, etc. I had missed him so much and were finally hanging out again!! I had been grieving quietly for another month when, while I'm petsitting his cats for him, he tells me about a gift he left for me. I open it to a letter saying that basically he was having a hard time getting over our breakup and that he didnt know if hed ever be over it, but he was sorry for my recent loss. I unpackaged the gift to reveal one of those 3D felted cat portraits of my late best friend. It was too much for me to see him in 3D again and I started sobbing and freaking out immediately. I texted him thanking him for the gift, but saying it was too soon for me to have recieved it, but I didnt elaborate much on that for fear he'd be upset that his gift has hurt me. I didn't have many other people to personally reach out to about my grief. My friends all seriously disliked this guy for most of my relationship with him (he had done some really upsetting shit to me several times before he was medicated and they thought he was bad for me) and I didnt want to talk shit about him like theyd want to, I like this guy a lot... I also posted privately online that I had recieved a gift (not saying what it was, not saying who it was from) that I wasnt ready to get and that it was sending me into a grief spiral again. I didnt use his name because I worried people would comment to talk shit about him and he would see. Well a friend of mine made a comment saying that whoever gave it to me should have thought more about how I would feel to recieve it. I responded basically telling my friend that I wasnt upset about the gift giver, just the gift itself had caused me to relive some stuff I wasnt ready for. But my ex saw and reached out to me saying "oh so your friends think I'm a bad person? I can take the gift back then." Which I tried to argue that I really loved the gift and that I didnt think he was a bad person. I showed him that I had disagreed with my friend, and rhat I wasnt venting about a good thing he did for me, but rather the post was more about my grief for the loss of my pet. The argument basically ended with me saying that I felt I needed to be totally emotionally sterile for his comfort and wasnt allowed to feel my grief publicly, and him saying that I could feel grief but I shouldnt have vagued him because then people could freely comment and judge him since he was nameless in the post. I deleted my post and agreed with him that I probably shouldnt have made the post at all, I apologized and hoped we could move on, but he replied with "dont talk to me" and blocked me on the social media where I made the post. I ended up reaching out again a few days ago (a week from our fight) to apologize for having gone too far during our argument and suggesting we meet in person to talk. He told me that our argument had made him the most manic he had ever been and that he appreciated the option to talk it out in person but he was very angry that I would treat him like that after saying I wanted to maintain a friendship. I apologized again, saying I wish we could be nicer to each other and we havent talked since.

(I'm trying to keep this as neutral as possible, all my friends are on my side but I still feel like it might be because they just never liked him...)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #pet death cw

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villainessxassassin · 2 years

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Hello saw requests are open Decided to give it a shot

Can I request the dorm leaders reacting to their s/o pointing their finger at the first years (specifically ace and deuce but it'll be funny if the rest of them are included) and being like

'ya know these nuisances are the reason why I'll probably die early before I even get married to you one day'

sorry if this wasn't what you expected or if you see it as too short for your liking. we have a lot of dorm leaders x reader requests so apologies again for our tardiness! We promise to make the next ones in the future longer!

and I might have misunderstood the ask -kishira

warnings: really short (I'm sorry😭), oh and azul gives you a marriage contract (jokingly), or maybe not👀

"W-Well surely you do not mean what you say—

Ace! Deuce! Cease your trouble-riddled acts or it's off with your heads!

And no I'm not saying this to prolong your life so we can get married!"

Acts cool and composed but his red face contradicts it all. If these nuisances were to be the cause of what you said, then they certainly must be taught a lesson!

"Oh? I didn't think you'd be that weak to have surrendered yourself to these herbivores.

though if you were to make reality what you just said, I might take it back— not that I have any once of faith in it anyways"

Oh he has a lot of faith you'll make it reality, and of course he's not one to voice off his own thoughts, so he settles for a small glare given to the 1st years as they shudder.

"You wouldn't mind binding your words to this marriage contract now would you?

Leaving out the part of you dying of course. A shame it would be to this contract if that were to ever happen you know."

He gave you the piece of paper as a joke, heck it wasn't even a real contract, but he was surprised when you actually signed the thing. Time to make it authentic then.

"Please don't die just yet because of them! If you do then how will we ever get married?"

"Don't worry, I'll be making preparations for when the time comes, so i hope you can handle your 1st year friends with care ti'll then"

You can't tell if he said that seriously or as a joke due to his firm laugh, but unbeknownst to you he really did mean what he said, like he really really meant it.

"I'd appreciate it if you were to not die here in my presence

but this marriage you speak of can surely be arranged, so I hope you're willing to wait for me when the time comes"

The guy looks so neutral you aren't sure how to respond, but vil himself also doesn't know how to respond to what he said, so ya'll stayed there standing while looking each other lovingly in the eye

"Ngl I have to agree, if anything they'd already be escorting you to your death bed-

WAIT! d-did I hear you correctly? surely not! you shouldn't say such things that still have the slightest possibilities of becoming true!

He doesn't know why he's scolding you, but just know he's doing it with a touch of pink dusting his face and the ends of his flaming hair as he scurries off mumbling to himself.

"Quite the bold claim you've made child of man

Although I shall be ensuring what you say becomes reality, I'm hoping you can live long enough to walk down that aisle."

He knows you're not weak to just die because of some trouble making 1st years. Becomes more protective of you while giving the 1st years a close eyed smile with a menacing aura surrounding him.

_________

Request are open until august 20

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland x you #y/n #short crack #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader

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booboodaddysblog · 5 months

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Gift

Part eight

Warning: smut, kissing, teasing, p in v, oral, fingering, other enterance

Words: 3190

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Have you ever wondered how a gift, an unexpected naughty gift you might get at work, might work on someone. A gift that will make your day long and your only desire will be to run away from work and nervously glance at your watch.

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The day was cold and rainy. Colin and Mare searched the woods hoping to find new evidence in the case of missing Grace Winters. All they had was her phone. With it, they found her last location. Sherwood Forest, 40km from the city. Colin wasn't happy that he was getting wet from the morning because he forgot his umbrella, which wasn't his fault. He just didn't take the time to think to bring it with him. Mare woke him up at 5am and told him to move his ass.

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- Move your ass, Colin! I'm at your place in 10 minutes and I have no intention of waiting more than 5 seconds outside your house. You will not make it in time.... you're walking! - she hung up.

Colin threw the phone on the bed next to him, grabbed a pillow, pressed it to his face and shouted.

- She didn't even fucking say hello to me! How she treats me! Why do I allow myself to do this!

He took the pillow off his face, put it down next to him, smoothed it out....

- I'm making myself a victim of fate! - he sighed and went to the bathroom.

He quickly washed and dressed. He was just putting on his shoes when he heard honking and his phone started ringing. He didn't even have to check who was calling him. He left the house and closed the door behind him. He waved to Mare, who let the smoke out of her electric cigarette through the open window.

- Coffee for you, as an apology for this terrible morning torture - Mare smiled at him.

- Good morning and thank you - he got into the car and closed the door behind him.

- You don't look happy....

- No, I didn't sleep well - he yawned and closed his eyes.

- What did you do at night? - she asked with the smirk.

- You are too interested in me. Am I wrong?

- You'd better have a cup of coffee - Mare rolled her eyes and went on her way.

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Colin cursed under his breath. With a tissue he wiped his wet face from the rain and put it in his pocket.

- Are you cold, poor boy? - Mare called out in his direction.

- Yes, can we go back to town now? - He fixed the collar of his coat.

- You should invest in a warm jacket with a hood, elegant - she laughed.

He didn’t respond, only shook his head disapprovingly and looked at the overcast sky.

Suddenly he got a message from receptionist Cindy:

"There is a package waiting for you at the reception desk. I don't know what it is, I haven't opened it. When you get back to the police station, look me up - Cindy"

He furrowed his brow and began to wonder what it could be and from whom. He had never received a package at work before.

- Mare? I seriously ask, when are we coming back? We've been here for five hours. We won't find anything today. Let's give ourselves a break. We can come here again tomorrow. And besides, some package came to me. Maybe it's something important - he called out to Mare.

- I knew you were cold! - she laughed and called out - Okay people, gather everything and go back to the police station - and added quietly so that only Colin heard her - Our princess is cold.

- Very funny! - he snorted under his breath and headed for Mare's car.

They pulled up at the police station. Colin quickly went to the reception desk.

- Hey Cindy, what do you have for me there? - He leaned against the counter with a curious look on his face.

- Hey Detective Zabel, I don't know what it is, but it smells nice - she handed him a rectangular package and smiled.

- Thank you - he also smiled.

He went to his office, put the package on his desk and took off his wet coat. He furrowed his brow, the package smelled of chocolate. He went to the social room and brewed himself some coffee. He returned to the office and sat down at his desk. He began to tear the decorative paper. To his eyes appeared a box in blood red color. He opened it and stopped breathing for a moment, his eyes grew large. He grabbed his tie and loosened it. It made him feel hot. He looked at his gift and started laughing. He read silently the inscription that was on the chocolate.

- "Your face is my favorite seat" oh Marg, how did you know I like raspberries and Oreo? - he laughed and took the phone in his hand.

- "What's up my cutie pie?" - he wrote a message to Marg.

- "Honestly nothing interesting. I'm sleepy all the time because of this weather" - she wrote right back.

- "Perfect weather to spend the whole day in bed"

- "Colin, sweetest, do you miss me?"

- "Yes, you don't even know how much" like hell - he added in a whisper.

- "Nour is leaving today, maybe you still have time to say goodbye to her"

- "No, I only feel like seeing you" - he drew in the air loudly.

- "Good, from 6p.m. I will already be home alone"

- "Great, see you later" - he put the phone down and got down to writing a report on today's day.

He kept glancing at his watch. Time was passing more fragrantly than usual. It was beginning to irritate him. He couldn't concentrate on his work. He broke off a piece of chocolate and put it in his mouth. He rubbed his face with his hands, closed his eyes savoring the sweet taste, turned in his chair toward the window. He opened his eyes and looked out the window. It was already dark and still raining. The only source of light was the street lamps.

- When will this day finally end? - he glanced at his watch again. It was 4:30pm - hour and a half left - he snorted loudly and turned toward his desk to try to still write something meaningful.

He stared at the documents lying in front of him. He read again and again what he had written. Nothing was getting through to him. His thoughts had long been with Marg. He could smell the sweet fragrance of her skin, the taste of her soft and smooth skin. He missed it all.

- 5:20pm already! Oh fuck! - he hastily got up from his desk and gathered his things. He put on his coat and left the office.

He moved toward Mare's office.

- Mare, sorry to bother you, but could you please drive me home? As you know I didn't make it to work today with my own car, I....

- Stop talking... I was there and I am guilty of it.... you don't have to explain anything to me - Mare gathered her documents from the desk and started to get dressed - and so I thought to go home already. So you are lucky.

- Thanks Mare - he smiled as broadly as he could.

- You have it too good with me. If I'm honest with you - she walked past him and headed toward the exit of the police station.

Colin moved behind her in silence. He knew there was no point in discussing with her.

- So what are the plans for the evening Mr. Detective? - Mare started the car and headed toward Colin's house.

- First of all, I need to take a warm shower. I got pretty cold today.

- I’m serious, buy a decent jacket. I don't want to listen once again to your complaint about being cold. If you didn't know detective work involves spending quite a lot of time, if not most, outside. It doesn't matter what the weather is like. The work has to be done. Otherwise it's all pointless. If you prefer to sit in the warmth, find another job.

- Yeah, yes, okay.... thank you for explaining to me what my profession is like. But you really didn't need to - he looked out the window.

Mare stopped in front of his house.

- Well, here we are - she said with a sigh.

- Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow.... as long as I'm not sick - he laughed and started pretending to cough.

- You are pathetic, really - Mare rolled her eyes.

- Oh I think I have a fever - he put his hand to his forehead.

- Fuck off Zabel, I've had enough of your company.

- Okay, I'm going. See you tomorrow - he got out of the car and closed the door behind him.

Mare immediately driven away. He laughed under his breath and went to take a shower. As soon as he finished washing he heard that he had received a message.

- "It's almost 6pm, I'm already looking forward to seeing you. I have a surprise for you"

- A surprise? - he thought - "Another surprise?" - he didn't send it, deleted it - "I'll be at your place soon" - he sent the message and went to get dressed.

He went to the kitchen and took a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator. He put on his coat, left the house and got into the car.

He parked in front of Marg's house evenly at the appointed hour. He looked in the direction of her windows. He breathed deeply. He could already feel that he was getting hot. He unbuttoned his shirt button and got out of the car. He walked to the door and knocked.

Marg opened the door with a wide smile on her face. Colin looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

- Something wrong? - she laughed.

- Hmm... no, honey everything is fine - he went inside.

- In that case, what's the matter?

- You're wearing sweatpants and hoodie. You usually greet me in a different outfit. Are you all right? - he walked up to her and hugged her, inhaling his favorite scent.

- Of course, everything is fine. How do you know what I have underneath? - she moved away from him and slipped her pants down slightly, revealing a piece of red lace material.

- Aha, now I understand - he grunted and took off his coat, putting it on the couch.

- What's wrong with me? Rather, there is something wrong with you - Marg crossed her arms over her chest.

Colin stared at her and began to smile. He sat down on the couch. Marg followed him.

- I ate something very good today. Sweet, chocolate with raspberries and pieces of Oreo cookies - he looked at her.

- Really? - Marg bit her lip.

- Really. It was a chocolate with a very interesting inscription. This inscription made my ability to think soberly very limited - he moved closer to her.

- Did you really like it? - she looked at his lips.

- Yes, it was a gift. You don't know from whom, perhaps? - he looked at her lips and felt like biting into them.

- Maybe I know. What was the inscription on that chocolate? - she looked into his hungry eyes.

Colin leaned over and whispered in her ear.

- Your face is my favorite seat...

He felt her body tremble. She closed her eyes and moaned when she felt his lips on her neck. He kissed her gently and nibbled lightly. He moved his hand along her thigh, toward their inner side. He could feel the warmth attracting him.

- Is it true? - he asked without stopping to taste her.

- Excuse me? - Marg groaned and opened her eyes.

- Is it true that you love it when.... - touched her hot pussy through the material of her sweatpants and panties - I touch you here... - began to massage her - when my tongue is here... - he put his hand in her pants and touched her through her panties - I can feel how hot and wet you are...

- Yesss...

- Yes, what? - he murmured into her ear and licked it lightly.

- Colin...

- Answer my question, please - he kissed her on the lips with a loud purr.

- I love it when your tongue is here.... - she pressed his hand more firmly against her hot pussy - when you lick me, taste me....

He took his hand out of her pants and got up from the couch. He began to undress, slowly, button by button.... all the time he looked into her eyes. He began to unbuckle the waistband of his pants and unzipped the zipper.

- What are you doing? - she asked biting her lips.

- I'm undressing and I don't know what you're waiting for. Don't look at me like that and start doing it too.

Marg took off her hoodie and slipped off her sweatpants. Colin was just about to slip off his pants, but stopped himself.

- Is this the surprise? - he asked looking at her beautiful lace underwear.

- Yes, I bought it yesterday. Do you like it?

- Very much...

- In that case, take it off me.

- No, I want you to stay in it - he lay down on his back on the carpet - come to me and sit on me... where you like best.

- Colin...

- Come - he held out his hand to her.

Marg grabbed his hand and stood on either side of his head.

- Lower - he stroked her legs, looking at her from below.

She sat on his chest and looked into his eyes. Colin grabbed her buttocks and pulled her to his lips. He inhaled the scent and closed his eyes. He kissed her through the material.

- You are so wet and hot, on top of that you smell beautiful. I feel like eating you - he murmured, and she felt the vibrations all the way inside.

- Oh Colin... eat me... now... I can't take it anymore - she grabbed his hair and pressed herself harder against his lips.

- As you wish dearest. You have no idea how hungry and thirsty I am - he pushed the material of her panties aside and began to kiss her gently and slowly.

He heard a loud moan and felt her tug harder on his hair and clamp her thighs over his head. Her lips tasted sweet and were very wet. As he sucked on her pink lips he felt her juices run down his tongue. He purred with pleasure, and when he did Marg trembled and tugged at his hair each time.

He grabbed her buttocks and lifted her slightly. He slid his tongue inside her hot insides, nuzzling her pleasure button with his nose. He heard a scream. He pressed her tighter against him. With his hands, he widened her buttocks and squeezed them. With his fingers, he began to massage her and collect her leaking sweet juices. He touched her tight hole with his index finger. She trembled and jumped slightly in his embrace. He held her tightly.

- What are you doing? Colin? - she said in a whisper and clenched her fists in his hair.

- I want you to have more sensations. If you don't like it, I'll stop - he sucked hard on her pleasure button.

- Oh god! Do it!

He began to massage her with his fingers as before to take his time with anything. Again and again he massaged her tight hole and each time he felt her tremble. Finally, he gently began to slide his finger in. He started with the very tip of his finger. Each time he pulled it out, collected some sweet juices and slid his finger deeper and deeper into her.

- You are so tight, amazing feeling - he kissed her pink lips and slid his finger in and out of her.

- Colin I can't take it anymore - she moaned.

He felt her whole body tremble.

- Get up - he grabbed her around the waist and helped her up. He himself also stood up - Come to me.

Marg approached him. He started kissing her. They both purred into each other's mouths. Colin caught her around the waist and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs and arms around him. He looked into her eyes and walked toward the nearest wall.

- Honey, it won't take long.... I am really strongly thirsty and excited - he entered her quickly and deeply. He moved quickly, he was really deep inside her.

- Colin... oh god... don't stop! - Marg started kissing him while moaning loudly. She felt that she couldn't stand this sweet torture any longer.

Colin felt her walls tighten on his dick. He knew what that meant.

- Come on baby, come for me - he kissed her deeply, wanting to feel her every purr and moan.

- Colin...

- Yes!

- Colin!

Her walls clenched against him, breath hitching with his every thrust. He felt her juices running down his thighs. He continued to move inside her. Each of his thrusts made Marg scream louder and louder until she finally reached climax. Colin hugged her tightly and bit into her neck. She felt his hot cum filling her. She felt him trembling in her arms. He kissed her neck gently until he finally kissed her lips.

- Marg... it was ... perfect - he smiled into her lips.

- You are amazing - she kissed him on the nose.

- I'm hungry - laughed Colin and slowly put Marg on the floor.

- Me too, but let's go to the shower first.

- Really? I thought I washed you thoroughly - he smiled broadly.

- True, it was perfect, but I'm all sweaty and so are you.

- Ok, let’s go - he took her in his arms and carried her upstairs.

🍁🍂🍁🍂🍁🍂🍁🍂🍁🍂🍁🍂🍁🍂🍁🍂🍁

Part seven

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theonethatyaks93 · 1 year

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Hi everyone!! I’m not dead, I’m back!! I apologize for the lack of posts recently; I was taking a break. But now, I’m ready to make regular posts again. But before we get back to our regularly scheduled programming, I have some exciting news! Last night, I attended both performances of Animaniacs in Concert!!! I finally got the opportunity to see this after two years of wanting and wishing. I was so excited!! Both shows were absolutely amazing and there were so many incredible songs, both recognizable and unreleased. I also laughed so hard that I got a minor headache. But it was worth it! I had the time of my life and it was so cool to see the number of fans who also love this show. So many people were wearing t-shirts or carrying the Animaniacs Loungefly backpack around. There were even some younger fans there and that was so awesome. I, of course, went all out, wearing an Animaniacs t-shirt, Pinky and The Brain leggings, a Pinky and The Brain sweatshirt, Pinky and Brain socks, my own Animaniacs backpack, and my cool Nike Air Force Ones which I’ve christened my “space shoes.” I got to sit in the third and second row at the venue (which I’ve been to many times) and I cheered and clapped as loud as I could. The talent here was unbelievable. Rob was incredible and I can’t believe he can sing this good. He is truly my inspiration. Randy was amazingly talented and it was great to finally see him. I was ecstatic when Maurice came on stage since I’ve never seen him in person before. The real Pinky and Brain were right in front of me!!! Ahhhhhh!!! This show was not only entertaining and hilarious, but I also learned a few new things and got to hear a few songs I’ve never heard before (I can’t get that song about things getting smaller out of my head!). Even my parents, who aren’t as into the show as I am, had a great time. Seriously, whenever they come back, I’m buying tickets pronto! This was incredible and I loved it so much. However, the best part of this experience would come before and after each show.

(This is kind of a real name reveal so surprise!!)

I met both Rob and Maurice not just once, but twice!!! OMG!! This has been a dream of mine for a long time and it’s come true. I hope I can meet them again soon! So, I’m going to get into a little story about what happened and what has happened in the past few months. Back in June of 2022, I got a surprise Cameo message from Rob, which made my entire summer! I actually started crying when I got the surprise and I thought that my dream of meeting him would never come true. I mean, he did respond to a few of my questions on Instagram Live back in October of 2022 (I stayed on for four hours!) but I really wanted to meet him. Thankfully, I got my wish when for an early Christmas present from my parents, I got to meet and talk to Rob for over an hour on Cameo. It was a great experience and my parents enjoyed it, too. I still wanted to meet him in-person, but this was close enough. And then, Animaniacs in Concert came around. I got tickets to both shows as a Christmas present back in December and I expected just to have a fun time. I did not expect to meet both Rob and Maurice twice! I met Rob before the first show. My mom pointed him out just walking into the lobby and I, of course, rushed over to him. It took a minute, but he did remember me and my family from the Cameo. We took some pictures and he was just the sweetest person you’ll ever meet. We even hugged! I was so excited and I was even shaking a little. After my family went home for an hour after the first show, we came back and though I’d seen it before, I was still excited. And then, when we were pulling into the parking lot, we saw Maurice walking down the street!!! We rushed to park and we got to meet him! I was so ecstatic! He was really nice and I got some pictures with him. It was an honor!! After the second show, my family waited so we could maybe meet Rob and Maurice and get them to sign my book (Which was in fact Rob’s book, Voice Lessons). We were about to leave when my mom said that they were just hanging out in the auditorium. We rushed in there and waited a few minutes. Rob even remembered my name! Eeeeeeeeeeeee! We got to meet him again and the Maurice showed up and joined us! They both were the sweetest things and they both signed my book! We got some pictures and I even got to show some of my impressions to them. They liked my voices especially when I did both Yakko and Pinky. Some people were even surprised! I told them how much Pinky and Brain meant to me and it was so cool of them. They were so sweet and nice. I was so excited and I didn’t want to leave. It was a true honor and of course, I hugged Rob goodbye. I hope I can see them again, maybe for a convention. It was a dream come true and I’ll never forget it.

So, yeah. All that happened in the span of about 8 hours. It was crazy and I’m actually still processing it currently. My dream came true and I had so much fun! I hope to see both Rob and Maurice again and maybe, Animaniacs in Concert will come around. Alright, that was my experience! It was so amazing and I couldn’t recommend it more. Don’t worry, I’ll be back to regular posting either tomorrow or the next day! Thank you guys for sticking with me!!

#pinky and the brain #patb #animaniacs #animaniacs in concert #this was incredible!#what an honor it was for me to meet them #seriously I love Rob and Maurice so much #next convention they go to I’m going

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nurgletwh · 6 months

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*pokes head up*

*sees the world still exists*

Huh. Look at that.

On a more serious note, having essentially dropped off the face of the earth from the perspective of almost everyone who's following me here or my works on AO3, I am alive. This was not in any great danger of changing any more than the normal (one can always get hit by a bus, for example), but it turns out I haven't been well.

My first clues probably should have been long before I found myself sleeping eighteen hours a day for 'no damn good reason,' but since there were also some extremely difficult and terrifying weeks at work and the stress that goes with it, it crept up on me.

Unlike previous times I've disappeared, it wasn't related to my mental health this time. Not that it's any better, really, because it turns out that my diabetes was creeping out of control. I wasn't monitoring the way I should have been, and I missed a doctor's appointment without rescheduling (which is terrible when you have ADHD, because fucking remembering to call someone to reschedule is damn near impossible).

Anyhow.

It turns out that chronic high blood sugar makes a person feel all sorts of crappy in vague and indistinct ways that, in and of themselves, don't really trigger a sense of 'something is wrong, I should see a doctor.' It just leaves me feeling 'bleah' and 'ugh' and unable to do anything but sleep when I stop moving.

I am so far behind on anything and everything fun. I owe everyone who has a pending comment on my works a deep and heartfelt apology. I didn't mean to disappear. I know several of you have been worried, and it turns out at least semi-rightfully so. Not that there was much any of you could do about it, which really just makes it feel worse. I apologize for any stress and worry this may have caused. I can't promise to never do it again, unfortunately, because I am:

a) human b) a human with ADHD, and c) a human who is horrible at keeping up with communication the way she should.

I want to do better; I will try to do better. I have actually managed to continue writing, albeit at an exceptionally reduced rate. That's picked up markedly in the last week or so now that my meds have been adjusted. Hopefully, it continues to pick up. However, I don't think things are quite where they need to be based on my personal blood sugar testing, but it's a strong improvement. I still don't have much energy, but when I get home after work and sit down, I only sleep for forty-five minutes to an hour, not four followed by crawling into bed for the night and still not feeling rested in the morning.

I hope to start working my way through my inbox on AO3. If you're following me here and see this before I get to your comment, hi! ♥ Know that I have read them all and they give me sparks of joy to think about, but I have been very emphatically squashing any guilt at my non-response for now. Feeling guilty is a potent anti-motivator for someone with ADHD. It makes a growing mountain that I can run away from like an Olympic sprinter, which means that the only way I will successfully get back on track is to not feel guilty or compelled, which is the opposite of how it works for many folk.

I also seem to have gotten into some fucked-up screwy mindset where my brain is telling me I have to have something ready to post (or nearly so) before I can answer comments now. Which is just... wrong. So very, very wrong. I'm working on that, too. Blood sugar fixing first, however.

Take care, everyone. I've definitely been thinking about all of you and have seriously missed having the conversations and speculations that go with successfully generating writing but also require successfully responding to comments. It's been a seriously sucky couple of months; here's hoping things improve.

♥

#personal stuff #my health #my life #mental health stuff

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justherforfics · 1 month

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Jessie's girl (hopefully a series)

(A/N) hey i just wanted to say this is the frist time ive ever posted or tried to take a fanfic seriously, so i would like to apologize in advance. this whole fanfiction is based off a dream i have and each chapters respetive song(because ofc each chapter has a song) again i hope you like it. have fun

summary of the series:

jj, john b and you were close friends in grade school, back when you lived on the cut. but when your parents divorce tension rises and you and the pouges drift apart. Now living with your mom on figure 8 and her stupid new husband as they pressure you into law school. will you be able to stand up to your parents? will you rekindle your friendship with the pouges? or do and jj want more? find out on the next episode OF DRAGON BALL-

Warning/ mentions of child abuse, and possible inaccuracies

chapter 1:seven

Although growing up on the cut had its problems, nothing was better than those summers at John B’s house. Back in grade school you and JB became friends fast, as your dad had gone to school together at one point, and back when you were seven, that meant you two were destined to be besties. Not long after JJ joined making the friendship a trio. Almost every day during the summer you would run around the beach covered in salt and sand looking for shiny pebbles and shells, or playing pirates. It was also helpful for your parents, as they used the time you were away as time to “discuss things”. Though you never quite knew what that meant at the time, even if you did it wouldn't matter, as long as you got to hang out with your boys.

Some of those summer nights if you were lucky you could sleep over and watch old scooby doo cartoons and munch on snacks till you pass out. It wasn't until Big John started offering to drop you and JJ at your respective homes did you notice JJ’s home life. You couldn't quite get why, but Mr. Maybanks always seemed to be upset. The first time you figured that he might have stubbed his toe or burnt his toast, that always put you in a grumpy mood. But then when his mood never seemed to change that you thought it was unlikely that he stubbed his toe everyday.

It wasn't until later one evening, sitting at the dock with JJ while JB had gone inside to ask his dad if they could swim again, that it clicked. You were sure you knew why JJ’s dad was always mad or why JJ would have one to two bruises. Why haven't you noticed before!

“Hey j?”

“Yeah” JJ turned to look at you.

“I think your house is haunted” JJ looked at you confused, tilting his head slightly.

“Why, it's not that ugly…is it?” JJ asked nervously

“No! It's just..you dad is always mad, so that must be why.” You respond enthusiastically.” and the scooby gang can’t help him and obviously he doesn't know how to get rid of the ghosts”

JJ sighed and looked down at his lap for a moment contemplating what to say. Then he inhaled with a quick smile before turning back to you.

“Oh? Yeah i guess that makes sense” he played along.

“Lucky for you i can take care of it”

“Oh really?” he mused, fully turning his body, criss-cross-apple-sause facing you

“Yeah…ok..well not really, but i know how to take care of you” you smiled, turning to face him as well. JJ blushed a bit at the thought before asking

“How are you going to do that?”

“You can live with me!” you answered grinning ear to ear,” I’ll even let you be my first mate on my pirate ship! Just don't tell john b,”

You put your hand out with a small “deal?”, before he put his hand in yours in conformation.

“ but please don't tell JB, because he thinks he’s the captain still”

JJ laughed holding his stomach,”i won't”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart”

again i hope you like it hopefully, and i will try to post constantly. Love you guys and stay safe? i guess, i don't know how to end these lol.

#jj maybanks x reader #jj obx #jj x reader #jj maybank #fluff #light angst #platonic John B #fanfic #series #taylor swift #folklore #Spotify

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kaylapocalypse · 8 months

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Hello!! This may be a bit of a long-shot, but you're a published and fairly successful author that I know how to contact, and I love The Wicker King..

You can respond to this via this ask or direct messages (or not at all!) Whatever you're comfortable with.

I'm in a position where I really need to start seriously thinking about my future career, and the one I'm leaning towards the most at the moment is a creative writer. I love it, and it's one of my strong suits... but the field is not known for being easy to navigate.

You clearly have experience, so I was wondering if you could shed some light on what I would need to do if I decide to be serious about pursuing this?

What does the publication process look like, how do you support yourself financially (is it substantial?), what courses did you take in college (if at all), and how did you get your name out there?

Being an author is a plan/dream I had years ago and had since given up on, but after two years of chasing a different passion, I'm starting to waver again on what I should do...

So, I was wondering if you could tell me about your experience in the writing/book industry; if you're comfortable of course!

Thank you for your time and I hope you have a nice day!

My apologies for taking so long to answer this, I had to think very hard about what I wanted to say.

I think the most important thing for you to know is that it takes about 10 years before most creative writers--novelists especially--are able to live off their craft. And that's not even factoring in the metrics of chance.

I don't mean this as a dissuasion of any kind. Its just very important to me that you enter this field with this understanding. Most authors have a second job, in particular, most authors are either teachers or attorneys for some reason (especially romance novelists, chock full of attorneys) quite a few authors also work at call centers (low effort job that allows for tons of energy for personal time) and another subset are just RICH PEOPLE.

I myself started out as a call center author and then I married someone kind of Well Off. Without them I might not be able to do nearly as much writing as I do.

The biggest thing I want you to be doing right now is picking a secondary "job" that will allow you to write for long enough that you are able to get to that 10 year time when you can retire your first job and get into your writing career. I know 10 years sounds like a long time, but I graduated at 22 and only now as a 32 year old are things starting to fall into place. Think of it like becoming a doctor. Those 10 years are med school and residency.

The next thing that I think is important is that you develop a strong relationship with constructive criticism and stamina.

Here are the three things that kill potential authors early and stop their potential careers on the spot

Being too scared to share their work with as many people as possible. Especially people they do not know. Getting opinions on your work (notably bad ones) lets you learn much quicker how to fix issues. You'll grow much faster as a writer if you're open to harsh opinions and open to sharing your work.

Thinking that because someone doesn't like your book, they don't like YOU. Art is so personal and its really difficult for a huge amount of people to jump this emotional hurdle. What helps is thinking about your favorite artists and authors and whether you like every single thing they ever created. Chances are, you just like /most/ of it. What you really like is THEM. I know of at least 4 people I'm online friends with on twitter who have hated every single book I ever wrote but think my twitter is absolutely hilarious. And people who love my books to pieces but think I'm so extremely annoying and have me blocked on twitter lmao. Its just product, its just a macaroni necklace. Its ok.

Thinking because they aren't having a Wunderkind Experience that they're a failure and give up too early. I recently met a guy who sent out 20 query letters and didn't hear back from all of them and got so bitter he threw an online tantrum (that likely got him blacklisted) and swore not to try trad publishing ever again. 20 queries is nothing. I personally sent out 80 and queried for about 7 months and I absolutely had what people describe as "a Cinderella experience." A lot of other people are like...., 27 and are like "ohhh im too old to be an author... there are so many young authors" meanwhile, if you go to any major conference, all the authors there are like 45-65 years old and there's like 10 people in their 20s-early 30s and everyone treats you like an interesting baby. Getting bitter and insecure about this is the quickest way to lose hope and squash your OWN dreams for literally no reason.

As for the publication process, I have a few links for you:

This last link will be very important to you later, so please save it to your computer. The first two are just informative stuff about the process.

If you have any more questions or want me to talk more about anything I've mentioned here, feel free to send them my way!

#qq #heartinarose

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oh-snapperss · 4 months

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hey… how you doinnng……. it's me again….. i'll try to keep it nice and simple, but i can't promise anything, so we'll see where the road takes us.

i love the scene where ren loses etho, and he can feel it even before he understand that he lost him. i called etho the human in rens eyes in previous asks, but rn i think it expanded to a level, when etho represent the humanity as a feeling. i'll expand on that a bit later.

i also would really like to make a connection between losing an eye to see more, 'cus at some point etho needs to stop pretending not seeing love in his king eyes. but we'll see how next chapter :]

these whole part when ren commands people to carry etho to medics and there is skizz, "stop dead" i can't, this is.. so much :( and how after ren just can't stand and see how medics try to patch etho, how he needs to do something (i wonder where did we saw that already). the burden of the king is to see death and to know it's his fault. and when the death tries to take the loved once away, then it's unbearable. "let me no have killed him with his war," he thinks.

the scene where etho starts coughing and ren understand that's it's not enough to keep him in his hands to save him, is where i want to mumble about the humanity. 'cus okay, if etho is an anchor for ren, to keep him humane, to remind him, then what would happen if anchor dies? the whole comparison with the star is so on point here - without the constant ship will drift away. into madness, into despair, void knows, but. ship need its anchor. "let him survive this night, let him survive every night after". the fact that this prompted ren not to take revenge, but rather to sit down and stop the war is what is important. i like to think that ren did it while etho was still alive, 'cus he can't know what would happen if he dies.

the way all of the soldiers, alongside with skizz and ren were waiting for the news and how happy were all of them, when etho survived is another point of humanity of etho. the last hope or the first guide, call it whatever. he's so important, yet he's so painfully alive.

the "i love you" from ren, quite and like a prayer. 'cus the loss of the star means death. sun is also a star after all.

i honestly can't mention every detail or reference or this asks, already long enough will be even longer. but just know how much i appreciate them, i just honestly can't write: "he's surrounded by ghost today" AJFSDJIOSDJSDJRWIOJF. and this with every other one.

special thank you for including "a wounded animal. he'll be out of his misery soon" and "he would like to die at his home. his ren". if i say i didn't squeak, i'd be lying.

okay ummm. this one is even longer than the previous, im so sorry. i want to thank you both again, this is true poetry, thank you so much for this.

HI HELLO!!! thank you so much for the essay i genuinely love this!!

you are SO correct that etho's gonna have to start seeing the love from ren next chapter. it's gonna go very normally!! so so so normally!! there will be no tears at all!

ren really had to come to terms with a lot this chapter!! what it is to be king and what it is to love, and what he's gonna prioritize in his reign--which we know now is etho and love and life.

and you're very right about ren's anchor!! without etho i think he would slip into god knows where mentally. etho represents everything to ren<33

it was important to us that the soldiers be shown in this chapter. we wanted to really drive home the fact etho is a beloved person to them--that he's been a good leader despite all of it.

and OFC!! ehehehehehe i'm the one who wrote the wounded animal line. it's been driving me crazy for a week now and i don't think it's ever gonna stop!!

no apologies!!! asks like these are INCREDIBLE and while i have to take time to respond to them i adore this stuff seriously!! you are doing gods work KSDJHFKSJDf

@hitheeprithee

#laurie thoughts #rentho knights au

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in 2023 i was incorrectly overcharged on rent for multiple months, couldn't walk for ~3 weeks because of an infected cut on my ankle that also gave me a fever, dropped without explanation by an entire friendship group, had a minor allergic reaction that made me insane and paranoid for the next six months, once to the point of total nervous breakdown halfway through a conference, the next day gave a talk at the conference with six hours notice, received an abusive referee report on a paper that also came back 20 days past the deadline, had a plumbing emergency in my bathroom over the thanksgiving break, went to the ER for an actually serious allergic reaction at 10:30pm when it was below freezing out, had no heating or hot water in my apartment over the christmas break, but the thing that really stands out to me as sucking the hardest was when i was giving an hour-long seminar to a department at a nearby university and it was my first time giving such a long talk to a non-specialist audience and i asked my research group once in person and twice on slack if anyone would listen to me practice and nobody. not one fucking person. ever responded. not even to make an excuse or an apology. just complete radio silence. like i know it's an hour long, which can be hard to schedule, but this is the kind of standard favour you do for people in your research group. this is why research groups exist. and it's not that i'm going to hold a grudge for life or anything, but in a shit year of bad luck this is the thing that sticks out because it wasn't bad luck. it was people treating me badly. even after the weird inexplicable friendship drama, the person responsible kind of lamely tried to reach out to me, and i got the opportunity to make the choice not to continue that friendship. but the only person who said anything to me about my practice talk was my boss, who was afk that whole period of time and had a very good excuse for not sitting in which i knew about in advance, to express that she was sorry i didn't get to give a practice talk. and what about everyone else? the reason i'm talking about this is because if 2023 taught me one lesson, it's that as i shifted into a more senior position in my research group (i was functionally in charge over summer) and hit the "advising students" stage of my career, i've become more determined than ever to be a good fucking mentor and a dependable colleague. to be the kind of person who takes things seriously. who looks out for people. because if we don't take the people in our lives seriously then what's the point... what's the point of anything. i joke a lot about solipsism but actually i think about other people so often. i care so much. we HAVE to, in order to fight alienation. i don't know what the point of all this is except it just really hit me hard, giving a practice talk to my desk figurines again (except this one was only 15 minutes and i didn't really mind, nor did i ask anyone.) hope you're all having a good day x

#liveblogging life #in stark contrast to not-my-research-group who all came to listen to me practice during the conference lunch break #before my last minute fill-in talk #all five of them came to support me :( that was sweet :(

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ionlydrinkhotwater · 2 years

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Thanks @sailor-blossoms for the long meta discussion it was amazing. Now I will say Agatha is one of my favourite characters but like Sailor I too can talk and talk about her, especially when it comes to her and Simon. Here is the fruit of our discussion

I love Simon and Agathas friendship so much and I hope that now that they are in a better place they can be even better friends. The scene above happens after they have their cry together and apologize to each other. After this they have the goat hearing scene and we can feel that they are back on track to being friends again.

Agatha may be like an exasperated older sister to Simon but she cares about him and that is very clear.

I discussed with @sailorblossoms how I think Simon took Agathas sweaters in a way because I think that Simon didn't want to be WITH Agatha he WANTS TO BE HER.

She is everything he wishes he was she (seemingly) had Bazs love, she is beautiful, she has a great family and home and she belongs in the WOM in a way he thinks that he does not.

This isn't him going on about how hot his girlfriend is this is Simon imagining what it must feel like to BE her.

I'm not saying Simon wants to be a girl necessarily (tho that's a valid reading if someone wanted to take it there) but I do think Simon and Agatha both feel trapped in gender roles and also feel judged for occationally conforming to it. Like Agatha doesn't want to be a damsel in distress but nothing is wrong with hair care and pink. Simon may love swords and laddish things but he clearly prefers the company of girls and has no issue wearing his female friends clothes. I want to point out that Simon not wanting to wear flowers had to do with him worrying that he couldn't pull it off

“I don’t want to wear flowers,” I say. Baz is wearing flowers. His button-down shirt is grey with sprays of pink and blue lilacs. He makes it look manly somehow, with his indigo trousers and grey lace-up shoes. I’d look like a sofa."

Looking feminine isn't the concern.

We also had a great discussion about Bazs friend group compared to Simon's friend group and how within that dynamic it could hint at Simons aspec demisexual inclination (I do not think this invalidates Simons unlabeled identity, I think if anything it enriches it).

Baz and his boys who i will refer to as the Dark trio have a very laddish relationship and they make crude dirty jokes. When Simon corners Niall asking about Baz Niall repsonds with a dirty joke about Simons dick and goats in CO. Devs first line to Baz when he calls is to joke about felliatio and Baz responds in kind to Simons shock.

Compared to Simons interactions with the golden trio Agatha and Penny its suprisingly tame. Thats not to say girls can't be as crude as boys. I don't think it's a gendered thing. I think it's that Simon wouldn't pursue this sort of talk and neither would Agatha and Penny.

Baz talks about masterbating ALOT in like all three books and honestly that's fine, he's a hormonal teenaged boy shacking up with his crush who he thought hated him. But what's interesting is that Simon doesn't talk about masterbating AT All. He obviously had a huge crush on Baz from the start but even when he thought he was in love with Agatha we never hear about him masterbating at all, we don't even hear about the fact that he's not a virgin or about kissing Agatha or anything until he was forced to talk about it

We know that in AWTWB Simon clearly wants Baz in that way. But he basically says it's the first time he's ever really felt that way. It may be that before this Simon wasn't super into sex until he experienced real sexual attraction with Baz, then he became unhinged, it's like he was probably indifferent to scones until sour cherry scones and he saw the light lol. But again this is just speculation.

I really can't wait for Simon and the Dark trio to go out for drinks lol seriously we need more fics about that

#simon snow #simon snow series #baz pitch #simon and baz #carry on rainbow rowell #the simon snow trilogy #rainbow rowell #snowbaz #character study #meta

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(apologies for how long this ask is! i just think you're very thoughtful and i love your posts and got carried away!)

i think a lot of the tension between people who really enjoyed 911 season 6 and people who were disappointed in it comes does to like. a literary difference. like the difference between doing a queer reading of a textual relationship and reading a textual relationship to be explicitly queer. i mean. i sort of feel like the emotional reaction that fills the 911 tag after a quote unquote “disappointing” episode is the reaction of someone expecting an explicitly queer text based on the queer readings that other people are doing, rather than based on the show itself.

that all sounds weirdly academic but like in episode one of season 6, a lot of people were very excited about the whole “couch theory.” but some people would see posts delving into this fairly clear extended metaphor and then, based on those posts, take the “couch theory” as a definite variable in some equation that “solves” the story and informs the audience what to expect. at the same time, others took the “couch theory” as an approach into the potential of queerness, with all the richness of interpretation that implies (from “this means they’re in love” to “this means buck is missing something basic, but this is still vague”), which leaves the story open instead of solved. it seems like this divide in the fans on this here website gets framed like “people who def think buddie is happening and are sick of people only watching the show for buddie” and “people who don’t think buddie is happening and are sick of people telling them to just watch the show” but the divide i feel like is more about how people are used to reading a text to begin with?

like i personally don’t think “buddie” is going to happen, for a few reasons, or that the writing is super solid (though i would never call it bad), but i also love the show and love all the theories and readings and approaches that take all the writing choices seriously because there is such a rich world of interpretation in any piece of storytelling, especially one with as many authors as a tv show (writers, showrunners, actors, set design, costume design, music, etc). and queering the text is both fun and easy to do given the other themes of this show (the flexibility required in “responding” to an emergency or anything at all, the barriers put up between you and others by the nature of mortality “we don’t go beyond the glass door,” self-actualization through the other, building and serving a community, self-actualization through like-minded people, and the nature of a vocation)(i mean all of those can be queer themes, while being a lot of other things, and don’t necessarily have to lend to a certain narrative, but they exist in the show and are more often than not grounded in character-driven stories instead of the wildly fantastic emergency-of-the-week plots that is the main draw of the show. so it's easy to pick up on them and easy to incorporate them into an interpretation. and thus easy, for some, to think something in a story is definitely or definitely not going to happen.) the long-form episode structure of the story also makes it easy to step inside smaller moments and ideas. maybe a motif will be picked up again, maybe it will mean something only inside that episode, maybe (like in a lot of tv shows) the story is just different to what it was 2 seasons ago, but either way: that's how a serialized format works. and expanding on those small ideas, brought back later or not, has always been a part of engaging with a story anyway.

to be fair to all 911 fans, fan engagement is normally a bit different than any other sort of engagement, and feelings tend to take over. there’s an extremely personal nature to how people “ship,” i’ve noticed, and i don’t think a lot fans get how invested they are until they’re already in there. which isn’t a problem normally if they don’t think there’s any hope at all of their ship going canon, but that’s just not the case with this ship because of how compelling things like "couch theory" become, when you're on tumblr reading about it all the time.

anyway, i've always enjoyed your posts and writing and i hope no one comes after you because of their feelings about your reading of the show once the season starts. it shouldn't be your problem and, like you, i also found myself thinking after watching last season "that was lovely" so i hope to see more of your thoughts for season 7 <3

firstly you are very sweet friend 🥹🥹🥰🥰

secondly i totally agree with you — the nature of fandom is a space where any and all interpretations of a story are welcome and can be as real as you want them to be, whether they’re canon or not. and i do think any divisions are down to individual readings, because there are people who read the theories and “signs” and take them as definitive proof of something and get mad when that turns out to not be the case, and there are people who use those theories as exactly that — something that makes sense and COULD be true, but we won’t know for sure until we get more info. and neither of those are bad ways to interact with spec!! what’s bad is when the “proof” not being real is assumed that the writers and showrunner and actors are bad at their jobs and not doing it RIGHT, regardless of the fact that we don’t know what right is!!! we’re not writing the show!!!

i’ve been in fandom spaces since i was 13 — i have seen plenty of writers and showrunners run their own shows into the ground, so i understand the reluctance to have some faith. but at the end of the day, no amount of interpretations are gonna make sense until AFTER. whether it’s buddie or someone having a breakdown or whatever, we cannot connect the dots before we have the full picture. and i just think a lot of people would be happier if they remember that

#answered #anon #‘thoughtful’ is maybe one of the nicest things anyone has called me i appreciate that so much 🥰🥰🥰

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jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear · 2 years

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Taking some time to seriously look at myself and I’ve realized I have said hurtful things, problematic and even some old racist posts from when I started this blog. I can say that I meant no harm all day long, but I did harm people of color, and I made my blog an unsafe space. I am sorry for that

I am working on listening to people of color, there will be no more fetishized posts about japan on this blog, and certainty nothing mocking the culture. I do have a new side blog, but it’s purely reblogs and posts reposting videos of content creators that I enjoy.

I’m working to boost voices of color as well, one change I want to mention is the fact hat I will now be boosting donation posts. I was fortunate enough to get help when I needed it, and the best thing I can do is use my popularity and reach to help others. Money is tight right now, but I would also like to donate a few bucks when I can to people who need it. (I am tagging these posts as “fundraiser” so please note that)

Thank you to the few who have contacted me recently. I value your opinions and I want to change and rectify my mistakes. I know I have apologized a lot in the past, and this may seem like I am just trying to cover my ass, but rest assured I really do want this blog to feel safe for everyone and that I know I need to change.

Anyway, I hope I can show you that I am capable of improvement. If you have any questions or concerns, you can send me an ask and I will answer publicly, or you can send a DM. And for the anon from about a week ago, you can send in your ask again and I will respond this time instead of deleting it. I know I was disrespectful to you, but if you feel like giving me another chance, I’d like that.

I will work to be better and more respectful. Thank you for reading

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Guess it’s up to me to get this fandom started on Tumblr.

So, hindsight in Murder By Choice is very interesting. I took screenshots of all the dialogue and going back afterwards is insane once you know the ending.

SPOILERS AHEAD (I don't know how to make things "below the cut", so apologies, everyone!):

So, Margot asks you, when you’re looking for Q on Sunday morning to go find Miraculus, if you’re looking for Freddie. FOR FREDDIE. And she had just murdered him the night before. I wish I could’ve said yes so that I could see how she would respond (don’t remember if there was an option to choose your response or if the answer was just automatic).

Also, looking back at Margot and Freddie’s interactions, you can tell that Carla’s theory, that the murderer was using Freddie like a puppet, was spot-on. The two were always sitting or standing next to each other, as I’m sure Margot wanted so she could keep an eye on him and tell him things she wanted him to do, and they were always civil and very polite towards each other. In fact, the last time we see Freddie alive, he’s actually sort of ~comforting~ Margot after the boat had burned down--ironic since Margot burnt the boat down in the first place and no doubt that Freddie knew this since he probably had to help her somehow.

It’s really cool how this game uses the deaths of each character to really move the story along. Like, Lukas and Freddie are continuously mentioned all the way until the end of the story, so much so that they’re almost alive in a unique sort of way. And Portia’s death really drives Ruben’s involvement in the investigation, to the point where Carla pretty much never does anymore investigating alone after Portia’s death--Ruben is either always involved or always with her.

Also, Ruben being Carla’s biological father was also seriously foreshadowed prior to that reveal. Portia’s over-the-top hatred of Carla (even Mrs. Bird comments how Portia’s been unusually cold since Carla’s arrival) and her extreme stalking of Carla, including hoarding pictures of her ~entire life~, which is insane, by the way, and definitely not healthy (A lot of what Portia did wasn’t healthy, and she would’ve had to go through some major life changes had she survived, especially with Janet and Ruben’s new relationship. She probably either would’ve been forced to quit as Ruben’s assistant or left on her own due to their relationship, and knowing what we do of Portia’s character, that seems extremely unlikely, so that’s probably why she was killed, as there was just no way for her to move on after the story.); Ruben’s extreme overprotectiveness of Carla, including freaking out when they found her unconscious in the cavern and after she’d been shot at and even standing up against his best friend for her; him making her the ONLY OTHER PERSON IN THE ENTIRE WORLD who knew the code to the Vault. I saw a comment from someone else saying they had guessed that Ruben was interested in Carla, prior to his confession about being her father, and I second that because I thought the same. We hardly get any Ruben×Janet interactions until the end of the story, so it’s really hard to see them paired together (and I’m still not really sold on the pairing), and Portia is Portia, so it’s hard to see that, and in the regular dialogue, Ruben doesn’t really look that old (in the comic scenes he looks much older), so imo, Carla and him made a great couple. (FYI, in the next story, I really hope we see Carla get a love interest. I like the whole independent female thing they have going on, but just like Anna and Luigi from "Murder In the Alps", it can work out really well [as long as they don’t leave it open-ended again!], and since the same company produced both games, I have faith in them being able to give Carla a love interest, like they did for Anna, without taking away her independence.)

I’m super excited for "Wedding Bells" to come out! Hopefully it’ll be sooner than later!

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...am I right in feeling like "Chestnut Trees and Wishing Wells" miiight have something to do with a certain fighter and sage of the Warriors of Hope? Ehe.

(good lord i feel like i'm spamming you, i am so sorry lmao)

Oh my goodness, Wyndi!! Thank you so much for your ask! 💖 Please don't ever worry about spamming me. You are definitely not spamming me, ever, and I love all of your asks so much (seriously I do a little happy dance whenever I see them come in🥰) so please feel free to send in as many as you'd like! I'm really the one who should be apologizing for taking so long to respond to you. I feel like my mind is a little all over the place these days as I'm trying to get everything in order around the blog amidst irl chaos. I will get to them as soon as I can though, I promise. Thank you so much for being patient in the meantime! 💕

You are very close with your guess! 😊 "Chestnut Trees and Wishing Wells" is a Warriors of Hope friendship story about a certain fighter, but it's her friendship with the priest not the sage this time. 😅 I have written stories about Kotoko's friendship with Nagisa and Kotoko's friendship with Masaru, and though Kotoko's friendship with Jataro isn't explored nearly as much in the canon, I felt bad for leaving him out so this story will complete the set. That said, I've been trying to write this story since March (I think?), so it's definitely been a little bit of a struggle... 🙈 More ramblings about that below the cut. Thanks again for your ask, friend! 💕

The first draft (unfinished) was basically nothing but them doing laundry which I suppose was fun for Jataro since he loves washing machines so much, but I was worried it was going to be too boring for a story. 😅 So I started a second draft (also unfinished) which took place in an alternate universe (sort of?) from the others I had written, but I worried that that might be confusing so I scrapped that one for a while though I liked the idea of that story a lot better. The premise was that way, way in the future a grown up Kotoko invited a grown up Jataro to go with her when she was shopping for a wedding dress and even though he didn't really know anything about dress shopping, he tried his best to be really supportive by making a bunch of flashcards about the different kinds of dresses, styles, fabrics ect., and they ended up bonding because they both kind of struggle with the way that they look sometimes. There was no shipping in the story or anything, of course. It was never going to mention anything about Kotoko's relationship beyond just the fact that she had one & was engaged to be married. The wedding dress shop was just the setting/a plot device, but the idea of a grown up Kotoko not being perpetually single is kind of a squick for my sister so even though she reassured me she was fine with my story idea (even if it wasn’t her cup of tea) & even thought it was cute, I still felt kind of bad for writing it, so I ended up shelving that too. I might go back to it one day though...or think a third draft idea... Who knows what this story will actually end up being lol. 😅 I was very proud of the title though (borrowed from/a nod to a line in one of my favorite songs) so that has followed this Kotoko & Jataro friendship story through all its iterations. Eventually there will be a story about this friendship tilted this--I'm determined! 😊

Kotoko and Nagisa's friendship is definitely my favorite friendship of all of the Warriors of Hope though, and I would love to write about that again soon, especially if you wouldn't mind me taking some inspiration from some of your art again (particularly that piece with the flower crowns)? I've got lots of ideas, I just haven't actually started writing anything concrete story-wise yet so I didn't include it on the wip list.

Thank you so much again for your ask and for stopping by! It's always so wonderful to get to chat with you! Cheers & much love! 💕

#answered asks #Wyndi 🎨#my little warriors of hope #i love them so much #need to write about them & their friendships soon! they deserve some wholesome content #wip title game

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