#finishing this tag meme instead of sleeping cuz once again
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Tagged by @maxwellshimbo in this post
Share your wallpaper: On my laptop, it's this awesome art I got from @/kosakashuntaro; and on my tablet and phone, the lock and home screens are the respective pieces from this fic fanart I made cuz I can and will be proud of the shit I make!! (and also cuz Rise Capril is my current otp, lol)
Last song you listened to: According to my playlist, it was I’m Here to Stay by Ty Lemley? Sometimes, I download songs cuz I hear them from media I like and then forget where I got em from cuz it just gets thrown in my endless shuffle playlist. It’s got a nice swaying tone and also is from 1963 apparently??? So, I’m gonna assume it’s from the ending credits of a WWDITS ep
Currently reading: Rereading the fic Pretend that I Never Left because it's one of my favorite 2k3 Mikey fics!!
Last movie you watched: In theaters, it was Everything Everywhere All at Once, which was absolutely Magical to Experience. But just in general, uh, I think it was the Rise movie? Or maybe Knives Out/Glass Onion?? I don't watch many movies, lol
Craving: A hug from a loved one! I'm incredibly touch-starved and cope by having fictional characters be platonically affectionate for me...
What are you wearing right now: Comfy house clothes for mild weather
How tall are you: 5'3"
Piercings: Double lobe piercings!
Tattoos: Eventually!
Glasses? Contacts?: Proud and eternal glasses-wearer✌🏼✌🏼
Last drink: My siblings tried to get me to drink a lychee-flavored alcohol on my b-day, and I took a single sip, made a face cuz it tasted like medicine, and put it down, lmao. Alcohol is Not for me!
Last thing I ate: Cereal for dinner
Last show: Rewatched Rise, but only the Casey episodes ;P
Favorite color: Any purple and pastel/golden yellows
Current obsession: TMNT, reignited from the constantly burning embers of my teen years
Unrelated obsession: Unrelated to my current obsession, or just non-fandom related?? Uhhh, short-sleeved button ups with neat patterns, I guess
Any pets: Nope! I long for a precious kitty, but I am very much Allergic (mildly) and live in a household not suited for one
Do you have a crush on anyone: Lol, Absolutely Not!! I do follow a bunch of artists (writers, included) who I will OwO at cuz their art is so good and I wanna SCREAM about it in a totally normal way
Favorite fictional characters: Currently, it's 2k3 Mikey, Rise Casey Jones (Sr), and Laika from Dames and Dragons
The last place you traveled to: Off Island? Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Oregon??? Pre-pandemic, for sure
Tagging (only if you wanna do it! no pressure!!): @redstringraven @forestwhisper3 and @lollyholly99
#tag game#aww this is nostalgic#used to do these a lot on deviantart and during my early tumblr years#also I’m assuming I’m supposed to tag like 10 folks but#I won’t uwu#finishing this tag meme instead of sleeping cuz once again#I have woken up at 4AM and am Struggling to go back to sleep#also coincidentally I got tagged in another meme yesterday#which I will wait to do since it asks some of the same questions
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ha wouldn't it be funny if I drew something instead of getting sleep?????
anyway here's a little drawing of mr plant :]
#despite how it may seem the pink petal was the biggest pain to translate into pixel art#so I shit you not once I did finish it out of sleep deprived frustration#I quickly doodled mr plant face first in a glue trap like that one meme that kinda happened then nobody spoke of again#but I'm not adding it to this post cuz it's not that good looking lol#the world of mr plant#twomp#twomp fanart#mr plant#mr plant twomp#*funny tag for my art*#I really need to stop drawing instead of sleeping
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Silverlysilence, i know u out there somewhere reading and lurking around our posts. I just wanna say, thank you. Like really, a thousand thanks, a million hugs and an infinite number of love coming ur way.
I purple u (it means i will forever love u and trust u and just like the color purple is the last color of the rainbow, my love for u and ur book will last until the end of time) <- yes, thats from BTS i just love that term.
I've went to ur ko-fi account and read ur latest posts thanking the sleepless squad and really it made my heart flutter and (not gonna lie, i blushed a lil cuz AWW-) GOSH u're such a sweet person!! U deserve all the love in the world hun! I know u've heard me saying how much i appreciate u writing this beautiful series and calling it a fanfic is just not it for me IMMA CALL IT A BOOK CUZ IT IS CANON FOR ME- *Coughs* i just... I really really reallllyyyy want u to know that i am so so soooo grateful that u decided to make this story a reality 4/5 years ago. I just- im still in awe that this story exist. Do u know how rare the friendship between Jack and the characters from HTTYD are in fanfictions?? HECK no one has ever written them to be so protective over him but YOU! NO ONE has ever written them so perfectly in character but YOU! I've scoured so many fanfics under the tag "Jack Frost" in AO3 for years and NONE of them had ever satisfied me and my (albeit high standard) taste since the fandom is so small that it's dying... Until you.
The first time i stumbled upon ur book (yes it is a BOOK) i was in a very hard exam period and i was just doing my usual stupid decisions of not doing any homework or studying and instead decided to, again, look for quality fanfics under the tag. I have a very bad habit of procrastinating and instead used that stress and frustration to search for good quality fics. Then, i found ur book. Oh boi. Lemme tell u, i was ready to read the Heart of a Dragon book and i was instantly HOOKED on the very first chapter when Hiccup was waking up and u described his appearance so beautifully and then BOOM Jackson came in with his "EVERYONE IS TALLER THAN ME!!" then i realized that this is a series.. And theres a book before this one. So I IMMEDIATELY BACKTRACKED SO HARD i thought i almost broke the screen of my ipad and went to read the first book.
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50 MUTHERFRICKING CHAPTERS OH MY LORDDKDJKDDNJSNDS WTF-
... I was so in awe. I still remembered reading it till a certain chapter and realized that i had to go to sleep cuz its 3 MUTHERFRICKING AM. I went to school the next day with a newfound freshness in my steps and a happy fluttering feeling in my chest. I look like a crazy gurl who's high on sugar. I was vibrating with so much excitement that my friends are like "dude, whats up with u?" and I CANT EVEN TELL THEM CUZ IM ALONE IN THIS SKSKSJSKSJSJSJ. So i just told them that i found a new fav book. I just cant wait to return home and continue reading where i left off i think i barely paid attention in any classes as my mind and heart was still in my bedroom, still reading the book.
I remembered finishing the whole series in just 3 days?? (HOLY SHEET-) and that chapter where Jack thought that it was all a dream?
.... I cried so much. I couldnt bring myself to finish the whole book after that. My chest constricted and i felt such a hollow feeling that i have no tears left to shed. I spend the day just staring off into space, wondering if all that they had was just all in his head. I feared that that was it. Thats the ending, and everything that i had adored about this fic was all just.. Gone. That its not there anymore and they wont have a happy ending. So i decided to gather my courage and read the last chapters. I finished them painstakingly slowly. I was wrong!! Yeay!! It wasnt all in his head! It was all real! And im so happy that i wanted to know who was behind this book. Who was responsible for making me feel all sorts of emotions in such a short amount of time. I looked at ur ko-fi account and u said u wanted to continue the series! YEAYY!!
I scoured the comment sections... Then i found Spyrite's comment... And the rest is history.
This kind of book is a once in a lifetime that will leave a huge mark in my memories once time had passed on for me. Idk what would happen in the future. Would my country block the access of AO3 forever and i wouldnt be able to read them anymore? NO WAY! So i downloaded the book so i could read them offline. Once u've finished the series, im gonna download the newest additions so it would never be lost even if the world decided to screw me over with no access to AO3.
Really, im srs, u've brought so much joy in my life. I stand in my words that, currently, theres no other Jack Frost fanfic that will ever surpass urs. U are at the very top of my fav authors for writing this book.
The sleepless squad? I dont think i've ever experienced something quite like this before. Two other people that raves on and ON about the same thing. With two differwnt perspectives and opinions and OH GOSH U BOTH LOVE THIS AS MUCH AS I DO! *sobs* ur theories and rants and everything will be the highlight of this experience. what's better is that we could communicate in Tumblr!! YEAY! MORE CONTENTS AND MEMES TO SHOVE AT BOTH OF UR DOORSTEPS?!?! HECK YEAH!!
Honestly? How often do u think this experience had ever happened for an author? Cuz this is pretty insane.
I think Silverly is probably shedding a few tears rn so *gives tissues* im glad i could express how much i love u and ur work. But HOT DANG THERES SO MUCH MORE THAT I WANNA SAY but i cant really find the proper words so.. . Just... Thank u. For existing. Both Silverly and The Sleepless Squad.
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@antiquecompass tagged me in a WIP meme and for several days I thought she was just tagging me because she knew I would hate to miss a preview of her Super Bowl fic and then I realized I was meant to actually, you know, participate, SO. the game is to post excerpts from the WIPs you’re working on. I have a million and two of those, but here’s some.
1. a brief follow up to Through the Gay Days
“Babe?” Ralph called as the door shut with a dull thump. “You home?”
“Yeah,” Babe replied, but it came out as a hoarse croak and he had to clear his throat. “Yeah, I’m in here.”
“I forget, do you like eggplant?”
“Sure.” He pulled his legs up to his chest and took a deep breath. If Ralph wanted to chat, he needed to get his voice under control. He should have calmed down before now; he had known Ralph would be getting home soon.
“Good. I stopped by the market on the way home--I got tons of stuff, you wouldn’t believe. They got eggplants the size of your head. But you’re not too hungry, are you? ’Cuz I was gonna make eggplant parm, but it takes a while. You’ve got to sweat the eggplant--that’s what my nonna called it--you’ve gotta salt it until the juice comes out, or else it gets bitter. Anyway, if you’re real hungry I can make it tomorrow instead.”
“It’s fine, Ralph,” Babe managed. “I’m not hungry.”
2. 1920s Spalark AU in which a company of WWI vets becomes an ominous criminal entity known as The Company (I wrote a bunch of crappy things and then I started over again with a flashback)
“I thought--” He cleared his throat. “I thought this conversation might go better, sir, if you and I had an equal stake in it.”
“Equal--fuck,” Speirs laughed. They had been at war together for months, and this was the first time Malarkey had ever heard him laugh. “We were here for the same reason, Malarkey. What, did you think I only came here because I had trouble finding a loose woman in Paris?”
There was a mocking tone to his voice, and Malarkey allowed himself a smile.
“Better safe than sorry, sir.”
“Can’t fucking argue with that, can I?”
Speirs leaned back against the wall. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette case. Malarkey had seen it plenty of times; it was silver, and tending to catch the light from the smoking lamps. This was the first time he had seen it so close, though, and for the first time he saw the engraving in the bottom corner. RS, and a spade. It was rough work, incongruous with the elegance of the case, and he had no doubt it had been scratched in one night in the trenches, one of those long nights when there was nothing to do but listen to the silence and drive yourself mad.
3. this one’s pretty self-explanatory
“You know how last year I told you I was sleeping with Ray?” he asked in as casual a voice he could manage.
“Mmmm-hm.”
“You know how you thought it was a bad idea?”
“I don’t think I used those words.”
“No, to be fair, you didn’t. Then again, you probably would have if I had told you the full story.” He paused and cleared his throat. “The thing is, at the time Ray and I entered into our arrangement, he and Brad had actually been together for four or five months. It’s been kept quiet for obvious reasons, but some of the people out in California knew. Poke knew, Rudy knew, and I knew.”
“Nate,” Mike said with a would-be disappointed voice.
“No, it wasn’t like that. It actually started with--” He cleared his throat again. “A, uh. A threesome? They were looking--Ray was--the point is, I’ve been seeing, dating, both of them for a little over a year now. And I--broke up with both of them about a week ago.”
Mike was graciously silent.
“You want to come inside?”
“That would be great, thank you.”
4. and just for funsies, a Game of Thrones AU I started after watching a couple of seasons over break
His family sent him away for the first time when he was five years old, just after his mother died in the last round of the winter epidemics. It was pneumonia; that horrible dry cough had echoed in the castle for weeks, and even years later Brad still suspected that half the reason for fostering him at the Eagle’s Nest was so that if he must die, he wouldn’t bring the Colberts down with him. That was back when he spent a lot of time with Robyn and Fredd, when they were all too young to understand the nuances of the term “bastard.” His father recalled him two years later. This process of banishment and reclamation occurred several times in his childhood, until finally, when he was sixteen, he decided that he had had enough. Once, in a fit of generosity, his father had gifted him a longsword and a young gelding for his name-day; he packed them up and left without a word. Certainly he didn’t tell his half-family (as he liked to think of them) where he was going.
Even so, he was not surprised when the raven found him, years later. There was a sense of inevitability to the thing. Recalled again.
It was spring, and Brad and Ray had just sailed back to King’s Landing. They had spent most of the winter in Pentos. Not, they assured everyone, because they were the kind of feckless, cockless idiots who cowered at the approach of winter. Brad was a true son of winter, born in the North, in the midst of a fortnight-long blizzard that was still a point of comparison to all the storms since. Ray had been born on the end of that same winter, and they insisted that a little bit of cold never hurt anyone. But Westeros was unbearably boring when the whole kingdom of feckless, cockless idiots locked themselves in their holdfasts to console themselves until the snow melted away, and there was more fun and more gold to be had in Pentos.
Back in Westeros, they took a room in a comfortable inn they had stayed in several times before, when they were flush with coin, and a raven arrived before Brad had even finished washing away the travel grime. It seemed his family had already dug themselves out of the North and arrived at their house in the capital, and his beloved father was requesting his presence.
“Fuck them,” Ray suggested helpfully.
tagging @onlythenuns and anyone who wants to dig into their WIP pile...
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