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likebreadandwine · 2 years
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"I can't stop eating..."
Don't stop. Please don't stop. You can't know how badly I'm craving the sight of you growing before my eyes. I want you bigger. I want you full for me. I want you...
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forestshadow-wolf · 8 months
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Might I interest you in some more angst, perhaps?
Cw: Major character death
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Imagine soap died while on a mission with ghost, and ghost wasn't able to save him. Ghost enters a kind of mindless dazed sort of state due to shock. He completes the mission and returns to base.
It's raining when he gets back. Ghost isn't really sure what to do anymore, usually soap dragged him off to do their routine together. He was still in full gear when price found him soaking wet, in the wooded area near the back of the base.
Price isn't sure if simon is speaking to him or himself but he hears, "see the rain is nice, but.. gee I don't really like getting wet." And price grimaces.
And then he sees ghost come back to himself just a tiny bit. Because simon looks at him and goes, "w- what in the world?" He seems confused. "No I- I went under the trees. It's- it's still raining." And a look of confused anger crosses his face before it goes back to perplexion. "Why is it still raining? I did what I was supposed to?" And it's then that price can see tears begin to slip from Simon's eyes, and he sobs, "that's not fair." And Price gathers him up into his arms as simon cries.
And it isn't. It isn't fair that his Johnny is gone. It's not fair that he just broke into his life, fixed him, made him feel alive again, and then just leave. It's not fair that he lived and Johnny dies. It's not fair that Johnny isn't there anymore to teach simon how to be simon again. It's. Not. Fair. He can't just be... gone. He can't. He can't. He can't.
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Cluster B is peaking on the starting fights with random strangers on the internet and taking your internet presence in a different direction and spreading anon-love from time to time, its attention, its' fine
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nonbinary-niki-bog · 2 months
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being in a mood while listening to something that amplified that mood is not it.
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puppys-rhythm-heaven · 11 months
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listening to rhythm heaven music is great tbh. very serotonin inducing. i love funni moosic gayme. <3
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indigodawns · 2 years
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just had to explain to a guy who i'm pretty sure was hitting on me, that i don't know my own sexuality anymore
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thewitchywitch · 4 months
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Low Energy/Effort Witchcraft
Are you perpetually busy? Never have any spoons? This might be the post for you. Note that not everything here may be considered low energy or low effort to everyone, and that's okay :)
Carry a crystal around based on what you need. I have a black tourmaline bracelet that absorbs negative vibes throughout the day. I stick it on a selenite slab when I get home to cleanse overnight, then rinse and repeat in the morning.
Put a bay leaf in your wallet to attract money. If you have time, draw a sigil or a $/£/€ on it.
Dedicate anything you drink to your deities if you have any. I dedicate water and black tea to everyone and my favourite raspberry tea to Hathor. Coffee is for Caim.
Enchant your pill case so you remember to take them on time. Enchant your pills to work efficiently. ("Anxiety begone. Ye be banished" on all of my anxiety pills ✌️)
Draw a sigil on your body wash bottle to remove bad vibes or carve a sigil in a bar of soap.
Enchant your moisturizer to repel the evil eye. I fucking love this one.
Incorporate colour magic into the socks you wear (Goths who wear hot pink socks, I'm looking at you).
Enchant your charger so it doesn't break and so you don't lose it. Enchant your phone too while you're at it.
Sorry, I love enchantments--
Uhhhhh
Match those big ol jar candles to different intentions. Burn a cedar candle to cleanse/banish. Burn a cinnamon candle to draw in prosperity. Burn a citrus candle to uplift mood. This one is fantastic for broom closet witches.
Got a humidifier? Fill it up with moon water. You're welcome ;D
Politely ask the spirits of your plants to ward your space. Feed two birds with one scone this way.
Witchy social media. Scrolling on Tumblr and learning something new about witchcraft counts as witchcraft imo. Saving tarot spreads from Instagram for later counts too. Making Pinterest boards for literally anything also counts.
Keep a digital grimoire if doing it on paper costs too many spoons. I have used Google docs & drive in the past but I currently use Notion (You can copy and paste this way!)
If you still want a physical grimoire, print your stuff out and stick it in a binder or glue it in your journal. Boom. Physical grimoire
Listen to witchcraft related videos in the background while you do other tasks or chores in your home
Preparing a meal? Toss in spices that correspond with good health and drawing in positivity, or any other intention you have
Enchant your glasses to help you focus and "read between the lines" or see what wants to remain hidden (this one is a lifesaver at my job)
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raytaku · 2 years
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I’ve been thinking abt the double standards my uncle has for me and it makes me mad
He tells me to give people the benefit of the doubt and tells me that not everyone acts maliciously (especially when I try to talk abt the shit I go through being disabled and queer which is Interesting) and then he turns around and acts like I’M acting in bad faith when I misunderstand him or when I slip up and miss a social cue
He complains that I “don’t listen to [him]” but he does Not speak to me in a way I understand. I’ve even Told him to be more direct and specific but he won’t change. In fact he gets mad at me for “wanting things [my] way”. He Also won’t listen to me or take suggestions on how to make things Better and then gets mad at ME when I screw things up in his eyes
He also says I need to communicate but he won’t do the same for me. In fact I feel like he’s been communicating with me even less. And when he Does talk to me I Always Feel like he’s putting me down for the things I Can’t do or the things I’m Not doing
Occasionally he and my aunt will go on about how they feel like I’m “taking advantage of [them]” and “in a household family there’s give and take”. But I feel like they’re really only giving the Bare Minimum, the basic necessities. And they get mad when I’m not Giving More Back. I tell them I have my limits and weaknesses but they say I’m “finding excuses”. They won’t listen to me
They go on abt how we’re a Family and a Household and I should Act that way. But really I feel like an alien or some animal that they yell at when they need to blow off steam. I try to talk to them but my words fall on deaf ears. Neither of us can understand each other
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shslpunkartist · 2 years
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Punk, quick, I need to know, how fast will I die if I were to send "daddy please punish me for my sins~♥" to Pico on the other askblog and should I still do it anyway?
blame me for being somewhat tipsy and in a chaotic gremlin memeing mood rn for this nonesense lmao
Bang bang bang
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the-fiction-witch · 7 months
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Baby Mama P2
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Media The Queens Gambit
Character Benny Watts
Couple Benny X Watts
Rating Sweet Af
Concept Pregnancy
I stood holding the small of my back as I desperately tried to quell the pain. Everything hurt my feet. My ankles. My legs. My hips. My stomach. My back. My shoulders. My neck. Every single part of me was tired and aching and generally unhappy as the baby kicked almost per minute.
"Uhh stop just stop. For five minutes" I complained
"Baby really beating you up today" Benny chuckled from his chair
"I don't know why baby won't settle and sit damn still for five minutes" I sighed
"Would you like some tea?"
"No thank you, Benny"
"Would you like me to run you a bath or a hot shower?"
"No thank you, Benny"
"How about I give you a nice massage?'
"This better not be another excuse"
"No, no excuse A proper massage, Will that make you feel better?"
"Maybe?"
"Come on then," he says getting up and offering his chair I smiled and took a seat on the chair and he moved to the ottoman over so I could put up my feet and recline "One second," he said, going to our bedroom and he returned kneeling beside the ottoman, with a clean fluffy towel sitting it under my feet on top of the ottoman and a small bottle I was confused at first but he clicked and stretched his fingers a moment before pouring some of the bottles onto his hands and immediately the scent of lemon hit my nose reminding me of the massage oil from the box under our bed he rubbed some on his hands and then poured a little on my feet before he began to rub my swollen feet
"Uhhhhh ummmmm" I smiled as he worked
"That's nice?"
"Ummm" I nodded relaxing as he worked "ummm this is the most pleasurable feeling ever" I smiled
"...you're pregnant" he glared
"Yeah?"
"So I've had sex with you" he complained
"I stand by my statement"
"Thanks, well I have to keep my baby mama happy somehow"
I sat at the table going through the various items that had arrived, Of course, ordering things from catalogues as shopping wasn't really an option as I'm in no mood or ability to walk around a department store. Of course, family and friends had heard the news about the imminent arrival of the baby and sent over boxes of gifts so I was sorting baby clothes and various items that had accumulated Benny was supposed to be helping me but I think he was just kind playing with things currently he sat with a small wooden xylophone attempting to play himself a tune
"Benny"
"What?"
"Stop playing with the baby toys"
"I'm testing them," he says "I have to check they are adequately mentally stimulating. We want our baby to be a grandmaster by twelve they need smart baby toys" he explained
"I never said I wanted that"
"You didn't. I did"
"Benny, the baby will be smart You don't have to test all the toys"
"I don't know they are only half chess genius," he says and I glared "I'm just testing them If I can use them without hurting myself then they are safe for the baby"
"I don't know babies are pretty dumb"
"True, y/n watch" he laughed before he began to play a tune
"You just wanna play with it"
"Kinda,"
"Do something else"
"Fine" he sighed moving into another box "Okay I am very confused..."
"That's a nursing bra"
"It's a bra... but buttons to expose the boobs?"
"Yes Benny, for nursing."
"I feel like we had one of these when we first got married that I ripped off you sometime after our honeymoon"
"Different thing Benny"
"I don't know make this in black lace and I'm pretty sure it's the same. That's a point you're planning on breastfeeding right?"
"That's the plan"
"Yes! Boobs!"
"Not boobs for you. Boobs for baby"
"But I'll still get to see boobs which is really what I'm excited about"
"Your my husband you can see boobs whenever you want"
"Yeah but it's not as fun"
I sat bouncing myself on the small inflatable ball I picked up it's supposed to help me strengthen and Widen my cervix or something. By the side of my Bump, I'd kinda wished I'd been doing way more cause I am a planet I've almost convicted the head of this baby is gonna be a literal watermelon luckily it wouldn't be long until this would be over and the baby would be here I mean I'm excited for this to be over but also worried because then I have a human to take care of which I mean I should be fine with I already take care of benny, the longer this goes on the more I question women who say they like being pregnant? I definitely do not. And I was pretty panicked I mean I want it out of me of course so we can have our baby and so I can be done being pregnant but... it has to come out of me which is gonna hurt! It's a complex feeling to have as I bounce.
"Comfy?" Benny asks as he brings me some juice
"Somewhat" I answered taking the juice and having a sip as he sat in his chair "Why?' I glared
"Just a position I should think you're used to" he smirked
For a moment I was puzzled and then I realised oh yeah I'm sitting with my thighs wife bouncing up and down
"Stop thinking with your penis Benjamin"
"Maybe I would if it got some attention" he sighed sipping his own juice
"I'm pregnant" I argued
"Yeah? Not like I can make you double pregnant. It's literally the only time it's a one hundred per cent chance I cum inside you and can't get you pregnant"
"No Benny, it's dangerous"
"Not in any of the parenting magazines I've read"
"Yes but you've been reading husband magazines and they are not helpful"
"Yeah the one at the doctor's office really isn't helpful and they really didn't appreciate me telling them that"
"Their doctor's benny they don't like being told they're wrong"
"But they are"
"Yes dear" I laughed
"Besides that pregnant booklet in the waiting room was printed in 1948, how is it possible that still there best recommendations?"
"I know" I giggled counting to bounce
"How'd baby?"
"Kicking. Stretching legs."
"Not long now and we'll finally get to hold our little one in our arms" he smiled coming to cuddle my stomach and give it kisses "umm Daddy can't wait to see you little one"
"Awww mummy can't either, just maybe... calm the kicking down a little"
"You want some help?"
"Not like you can stop it, Benny"
"I can help" he smiled moving behind me and gently holding my hips "Lay back"
"Are you sure?'
"Trust me"
"Alright" I sighed leaning my body back against him and he gently moved my hips on the ball which admittedly was very relaxing
"Don't hold back lean your whole weight on me"
"Are you sure? I'm very heavy Benny"
"I'm sure to come on"
So I leant my full weight on him my head on his shoulder and it was really nice not having to hold myself up for a little while and it even clicked my back
"Hey, that better?' He laughed as it clicked
"Much better" I smiled
"Good, I have to make sure baby mama is happy"
"It's getting harder and harder to be happy when I'm in this much pain'
"I know, but not long soon then we have the baby"
"I hope it won't be too long" I smiled but I felt a violent kick again"oh fuck-"
"What? Ohh oh. That's okay baby didn't mean to give your bladder a kick It's fine let's get you cleaned up" he reassured
I laid on the bed using Benny to pop my leg up given the size of My stomach made it basically impossible to lay certain ways, he was fast asleep but I couldn't sleep I'd been feeling this gnawing pain like period cramps but I guess it's just more pregnancy pain, but I'd been feeling it for hours now. I kept semi-falling asleep often waking from pain or strange nightmares of My stomach swelling to the point it explodes. I woke up from asleep and sat up having to use the bedpost to get myself up I wondered thought to the apartment and clicked on the light grabbing my book from the table and flicking through the pages in pain to see if I could fix this somehow
'Pain similar to period cramps - contractions usually a sign of active labour'
What! Wait wait wait what! I read on and began to panic I thought my water was meant to break or something or I'd start screaming I didn't know it would just kinda... begin hurting but I read on and found fake contractions or Braxton-Hicks also feel like this but they go away after eating so I made myself a big pile of toast eating a few pieces but it didn't go away
"What's going on?" Benny yawns as clearly something woke him up and he wondered out of the bedroom in his kimono rubbing his eyes
"I think I'm in labour"
He stopped short as I said that completely freezing mid-eye rub "What?'
"I think I'm in labour"
".... right. Okay. Just calm down!" He says beginning to panic
"I am calm Benny. I'm actually freakishly calm"
"I was talking to myself! Okay uhhh what makes you think so?"
"I've been having pains for like the last six hours. The book says there are contractions."
"They could just be Braxton-Hicks, right? Right you've had those before"
"They could, but they go away when you eat something"
"Did they go away after toast?" He asks
"Nope."
"Okay, what does the pain feel like?" He asks looking around the table for the paperwork
"Like a period cramp. Hurts like fuck then slowly goes away then hurts then slowly goes away"
"Holy shit. Yeah, that's a contraction. And ...your fine?"
"I feel fine. It hurts but I feel calm"
"Hu ... okay you think you can get dressed?"
"I think so"
"Good you get dressed I'll call the midwife at the hospital and see what she says," he says
I nodded and went to our room getting into my little maternity dress even if it was barely for me and a pair of my flats the pain only got more and more intense as Benny waited on hold so I grabbed my bag and packed it with a nightie, some slippers, perfume, lotion, body wash, baby's blankets, hats, socks, all the little things they said we would need to bring just in case. And as I came through he Finally thought having got himself dressed in the meantime with clothes from the clean laundry "Hi! Hi yes hello, okay, Watts. Yeah, it's Benny. She thinks she might be in labour. Well this is our first so... yes she's describing period cramp-like pain that comes then goes away again and it's been like that for several hours now" he explained
"Six hours" I added
"Yeah, six hours now maybe more. Uhh just a sec- does it completely stop when it dies down?"
"It did now not so much"
"Yes but now not so much, okay... no, no, no she had about six bits of toast. Uhhh remarkably calm actually. Okay yep no problem" he says before he hangs up
"So?"
"Uhhh she says you need to get in the car. Like now"
"Ohh okay, I packed the bag"
"Everything on the list?"
"Everything and some additional items"
"Okay, let's get going" he smiled giving me a soft kiss before taking the bag and helping me up to the car and stairs They were hard by the time I reached the car the pain was becoming almost unbearable but Benny did his best holding my hand to drive us through the busy New York streets to the hospital and by this point, I was pretty panicked and in a lot of pain 
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simplicilumium · 8 months
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Oh my gosh all my writers gather up cuz I have shit to say.
USE. VERBS. TO EXPRESS. THE MOOD.
For example, you could say:
She took the beans from his hand and tossed them out the window.
What do you think of that? Cuz if I were to see that sentence with no context, my mind would go: wow! fun! lighthearted! I'm thinking that he's offering her the beans and she's taking the pleasure of tossing each out the window one by one like a pleasant daydream in a dress that looks like it was made from a picnic blanket, and he's in stained overalls and a plaid button down, and all is well in their little garden.
OR, you could say:
She TORE the beans from his hands and HURLED them out the window.
Oh. O h. Now my mind is rethinking shit. Now I'm like "dang, she's pissed. she's pissed and she's tearing these beans out of his hands in anger and frustration and, with all her absolute might, she is hurling these godforsaken beans out the fucking window. Maybe tears are running down her face. Maybe not.
And then you could say:
She stole the beans from his hands and yeeted them out the window.
And now, my mind is thinking that I've stumbled upon the crack story to beat all crack stories. I see a short ass, sly girl sneaking up on this tall, brooding guy with a serious case of resting bitch face. I see her carefully yet quickly taking the beans from his hands while he's talking. Maybe she's even replacing them with small pebbles so he doesn't suspect anything. And then, with oh-so-much grace, she throws those motherfuckers out the window before anyone can stop her. And maybe, just maybe, there's an explosion in the background.
Verbs are so powerful because they give the reader a visual image. And yes, CONTEXT ALSO MATTERS. If you have a heavy scene going on, you'll most likely get the point across either way (although, I don't recommend using "yeet" during a very angsty scene), but using powerful and impactful verbs vs lighter verbs will get you a very different scene and uhhhhh yeah that's all I have to say
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matts-slut · 10 months
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"Stay"
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Pairing: gender neutral reader X Doug remer
Genre: fluff
Warnings: nothing too serious, little suggestive joke at the end mostly just sweet stuff
Summary: short little fic about how remer likes holding you/is the big spoon and obvs the end he's being a horny bitch but there is NOOO smut because I needed something simple rn
While Remer wasn't the most emotional guy and wasn't great with the right kind of affection like romantic stuff and he didn't always know what to say, there was one thing he absolutely adored and that was holding you.
Whether it was just slinging an arm around you while you two were sitting near each other or fully cuddling he loved the feeling of fully embracing you, especially since he was bigger than you in every way his hands, arms, height pretty much everything. You not so much however, you weren't the most physical person but you still appreciated his gestures and even learned to become comfortable with him being close and intimate.
"PLEASSEEEE" he pouted at you silently begging you to spend a little time with him before either of you were too busy. "I only have like a half hour before I have to head out" you turned down his pathetic request knowing you'd probably turn around to the most convincing puppy dog eyes anyone's ever had, you hated him for it.
He came behind you linking his arms around you and resting his face against your shoulder "I just miss you, it's been a while since I've seen you with so many games going on" he sighed holding you closer breathing softly against your neck. You turned around to those godamn puppy eyes that you just knew he'd pull, like he always did when he really wanted something and you folded every time.
"fine, 10 minutes at the most and only because I'm already in my pajamas" those were the pajamas he picked out and bought for you because he thought they were "just your color" whatever that meant but honestly it's probably just because the matching shorts were borderline underwear.
You dragged him to the bed giggling when he wrapped his arms around you tightly dragging you down to the bed messily, both of you almost falling off. Once you were both actually on the bed he held you close and tight against him, your back pressed to him as he kept his arms linked around your waist resting against your stomach. "I missed you so much" he muffled against your shoulder burying his face against the crook of your neck.
Since he was bigger than you he practically engulfed you when he held you, and he loved when you rested your hands over his while he held you because yours were noticeably smaller. He played with your hair gently as you laid there feeling his breath softly against your back and neck, he pushed some hair out of your eyes and left kisses down your forehead to your cheeks "I'm gonna miss you so much all over again this week" he pouted still twirling your hair and giving you a soft comforting gaze.
"it's alright you'll be home soon for good, plus the season is almost over" reassuring him that he'd have plenty of time with you soon. He gave you one more tight squeeze sensing you were probably gonna have to leave soon.
"remer...what's pressing against my back?" You turned around already knowing the answer.
"uhhhhh guess I'm not the only one who missed you" he looked down giggling at his own joke.
"NOPE not enough time for all that I promise" you got up and started to get ready as remer whined "man this sports player life SUCKS"
"well you chose it" you smiled before giving him a brief kiss, him immediately trying to pull you in closer "stay" he pouted at you after you pulled away "not gonna happen" you warned him.
At least you were leaving in a better mood, whether you'd like to admit it or not you enjoyed how sweet and clingy he was.
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altraviolet · 4 months
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9pm australia fandomness here! Oh i need a question. uhhhhh. How do you imagine the drink menu flavours at Swerves?
hi!! :D
ooh well there are a few drinks mentioned in canon. I'm sure there's a wiki page, but I remember "Nightmare Fuel" being one of them, hehe. there's some names I made up for the fic, Urayan Pitch is SW's favorite
I imagine Swerve does a lot of experimenting with flavors. gets obsessed with some show or idea and makes a ton of flavors surrounding it. like mood boards, but for drinks
funfact: I don't drink xD so uhhhhhh I'm not the best to answer this. but! I think he'd have a good range. from the equivalent to our fruity/sweet to our oaky/dry (are those wine words? I've seen them before. lol)
thanks for the ask, have a great night :D
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frostbitebakery · 5 months
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Fic Writer 20 Questions
I got tagged by the lovely @thejediandthemandalorian thank you 💜💜💜
1.) How many works do you have on ao3
15
2.) What's your ao3 word count?
147,444 words
3.) What fandoms do you write for?
"Writing" is such a strong word. Codywan is the one that inspires me the most at the moment to the point I want to add little backstories.
4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?
I Got My Head Checked
Outtakes of IGMHC
Art for IGMHC
black
Codywan Art and Hubris
5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I try to!! When someone is kind enough to leave a reaction, I should thank them at the very least! Excuse Number 1: I get overwhelmed easily. Excuse Number 2: Especially with long or thoughtful comments, when I answer those I feel like that's the end of that interaction and I don't want that to end
6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
It's gotta be one of the Mood Color Panties that ended with an emotional cliffhanger...
7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Uhhhhh in terms of happy ending to fic setting ratio? Probably the MCU/Snowpiercer crossover that ends somewhat like the movie wherein they discover that not everything on the outside world is dead and gone.
8.) Do you get hate on fics?
Not yet? *crosses fingers*
9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?
I have written smut. With BDSM and lingerie. But I don't feel the smut groove anymore. Once in a while I do like to dabble in erotica when drawing though
10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
I've officially written one (1) crossover of MCU/Snowpiercer. Unofficially, I've chucked words at friends about The Covenant/Fantastic Four where Johnny Storm and Chase Collins are roommates for whatever reason and Chase is trying to close a portal to Hell and fighting off demons while Johnny is oblivious to it all until his Lucky Charms are gone.
11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware of. Plenty of art got stolen though.
12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yus! A smutty stucky one-shot got translated into Russian
13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
Does The Unlucky Ones count??? I just wanted spoopy Cody but I can't not do backstory for AUs, so my mind is churning out the lore. Then @adiduck was like, “hey, I have some ideas for TUO, how about--“ and then I buried her in the sandbox. The only bits I wrote (with Adi's blessing) are the snippets on the artworks. She is writing the fic while we both excitedly yell at each other.
14.) What's your all time favorite ship?
Just one???? All of them have a special place
15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?
I don't have any fic WIPs atm
16.) What are your writing strengths?
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh quite a lot of people pointed out that my pacing is good, and some people like my humor! Thank you <3
17.) What are your writing weaknesses?
I'm too rushed. And like, a whole lot of technical stuff I don't know.
18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I like it. It can add a lot of things to the characters, plot, or setting. What I personally don't like if the words in another language are in italics.
19.) First fandom you wrote for?
Weiß Kreuz. It's in German and the forum it was posted on is long gone. There's an FMA fic on ff.net still. You won't find that one either.
20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?
I Got My Head Checked :D It started as a naive "lolol what would I want Sithywan to look like? just the once", grew to "But listen, Glimmer, it would be so funny if Sithywan is like "I need a week" as his estimation for how long he needs for Cody to spill every secret ever to him, and it ends with Sithywan just getting up in the cell like he's never been injured/tortured at all and going like "Thank you, that's all I need" like some method acting Black Widow type, but internally starting his journey of “omfg I want him carnally and emotionally””, and then it spiraled into 75k words with more catharsis for me as a person than should be possible. And a greenhouse. More IGMHC trivia!!
Oban Ouaine, Qui-Gon's Cody's Venator, is Gaelic for little green bay. I wanted a connection of Qui-Gon and his fandom plants. And I thought Oban Ouaine sounds a little bit like Obi-Wan
the original plan was that the whole Venator is like a jungle with plants everywhere. @elwenyere brought up "they have a greenhouse?" and I ran with that instead, not knowing it would turn into a central stage for hope and healing for the characters
TAG YOU'RE IT: @adiduck @elwenyere @ifonlyweknewwhatiwasdoing @meebles @merlyn-bane @wrennette @lttrsfrmlnrrgby and anyone who wants to bc this was fun!
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tragic-feline · 1 year
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Uhhhhh i’m not the best at requests and im so sorry if this weird but teenage villain and hero in a highschool setting??? And hero knows about villain’s identity but the two of them are really good friends in civilian identities and hero doesn’t want to betray them so they just pretend like they don’t know anything and don’t arrest them???
(again i apologise for the vagueness, have a 🍫 in repayment)
🤎
THIS IS ACTUALLY SO CUTE OH MY GOODNESS 
Also I will gladly accept the chocolate, thank you very kindly!
I don’t know if this is exactly what you wanted, but I hope you still like it! 😭
Classmates
Hero and Villain were sitting across from eachother at lunch. The table they sat at daily was empty except for the two of them, which made sense. The pair didn't really mingle much with other students. After all, they were enough company for eachother.
"I think I'm going to skip fourth period, I'm not in the mood for bio." Villain announced, lazily picking at the salad inside of the small plastic container in front of them.
Hero released a small sigh in response. "Your attendance is already concerningly low, that's not very wise." They stated, gesticulating with a flimsy spork in the air.
In reality, the hero was more concerned for their own attendance. Every time the villain skipped a class it was to orchestrate some sort of scheme, which would lead to the hero having to skip class as well.
"Bah. I don't care about my attendance." Villain scoffed, finally taking a small bite of the salad they had been playing with for the past few minutes.
"Please dude, I'll owe you a favor." Hero pleaded, their eyes wide with concern.
Villain shook their head. "No, I want to go to the mall.” They explained, looking down at the leafy green heap inside of the container before them. They only packed the salad because their mother forced them to do so. 
"Nobody goes to the mall anymore." Hero rebutted, stabbing their spork into the foam tray in front of them. It left 4 miniature holes beside the dry chicken sandwich that hero didn't dare touch.
Villain cracked a small smile at the remark. "That’s why I want to go, genius." They chuckled, tilting their head at their obviously bothered friend.
"Can I bribe you to go to class?" Hero asked, looking up at Villain desperately as they dug in their pockets for their wallet.The villain looked a bit amused. "...How much?" They replied, half jokingly. Curious as to whether or not their friend was genuinely about to pay them to stay in school.
"A crisp ten dollar bill outta do it." Offered the hero as they slid a pristine bill towards the villain. The villain stared at it apprehensively before peering back up at their classmate. "make it fifteen and I'll stay."
"I don't have fifteen." Hero grumbled, hastily revoking their ten dollar bill and returning it to their wallet. The villain’s mouth contorted into a small frown as they watched their friend surrender with an expression of frustration.
"Why do you even care so much? It's not like we have class together next..." Mumbled Villain as they closed the lid to their salad and shoved it into their lunchbox. It was one of those older metal ones, Hero knew Villain must've stolen it from some sort of collector. Or perhaps they got it from a thrift store, Villain wasn't always committing crimes. The villain loved vintage things. 
Hero paused for a moment, trying to come up with a believable answer. There was absolutely no chance they’d be able to tell Villain the truth. “I- I just care because I'm your friend. Is that really that hard to believe?” Stammered Hero as they folded their hands on the table in front of them, hoping desperately that their beloved pal would believe them. 
“Ok, fine...” Groaned the villain theatrically. “But you owe me the ten for messing up my plans.” They declared, before quickly clarifying. “...My mall plans.” The hero nodded in understanding as a wave of relief washed over them. Their attendance was saved, or at least for now. Carefully, they brought out their wallet once more and pulled out the crisp ten dollar bill from previously. 
Abruptly, yet almost on cue, the bell that signaled the end of lunch was ringing from above. The pair rose from their seats and the villain followed the hero as they made their way over to the relatively large garbage bin in the center of the room. A swarm of chatter was slowly spilling out of the cafeteria, for students were returning to their classes. 
Hero tossed the untouched tray of food into the trash and looked at their closest friend. “Thank you.” Simpered the hero, triggering a puzzled expression on the other’s face. “What for? Taking your money?” The villain joshed. 
The hero merely shrugged and bid the villain farewell. The villain smiled awkwardly and did the same. 
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