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when i was in eighth grade one of our teachers had us do a first-day-of-class icebreaker where we went around the room and said our name and our favorite movie. i rarely saw movies that weren't 'ones we had in the house more suitable for eight-year-olds because i only had younger siblings and if we watched a movie at home it had to be something everybody could enjoy' and i didn't really go TO the movies often . or to friends houses to watch movies. my actual favorite movie at that age was mary poppins with julie andrews, which is a good movie, but was only my favorite because i had such a small reference pool. but the most recent movie i had seen was the first narnia film, so i said that one because i didn't want to be the only eighth-grader whose favorite movie was mary poppins
everybody else in class said their favorite movies were stepbrothers and pineapple express
#i remember this SOOOOO vividly#it was one of those 'oh i am not like those people and they can see it' moments#it was too late to backtrack and i didnt know what either of those movies were about anyway#i just knew i hadn't seen them and probably would not have been allowed if i had wanted to#the thing about me is that i would actually genuinely be less autistic if i hadn't led such a backwoods and sheltered life#but because i was so isolated from the things my classmates knew and liked. pop culturally. so to speak#i was way more obviously weird . and even though i have spent much of the past ten-fifteen years playing catch-up#i STILL feel like the guy who doesnt know what anything is. and so if somebody asks me if i've read/seen/know X thing#i will just lie and say i have because i cannot fathom that they won't think im weird if i say no#even though adults are way less likely to make it an eternal meme if you dont know which pokemon are which#anyway ax is my favorite animorph now that i FINALLY know what animorphs is
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omg beyoncé shading the country music awards in her album announcement post on instagram as she should
#like i remember this performance vividly#it was sooooo good and crowd was all 😐#the only good thing seems to be that it inspired her to make a whole ass country album#beyoncé#cowboy carter
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finished my last exam of uni today 🥲 bittersweet moment. I sat under the cherry blossoms and ate my go-to "meal" in first year afterward to celebrate.
one more paper & then im done undergrad. im gonna sleep so much... and when im done sleeping, write so much fanfic LOL
#shitposting?#idk madi rambles#I just feel happy :p#and a little sad like#I remember first year madi so vividly. she was so brave but so so sooooo naive.
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when i was a kid i would stay up and watch a bunch of weird tv shows like sex sent me to the er and i didnt know i was pregnant and one night on i didnt know i was pregmant this woman had twins growing IN HER LEGS.
She had to get cruches
she delivered two babies
from her legs
ive tried to find the episode everywhere. ive tried everything. it does not exist. i dont know if im from an alternate timeline or if they erased it off the face of the internet out of shame.
#my whole life until i was like 14 i was so scared of an ectopic pregnancy in my legs that when i got nexplanon#which has a higher likelihood of ectopic#i was like ummmm#should i be worried#i remember the episode sooooo vividly#i know im not just making it up
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THIS TOO
#god i remember that episode so fucking vividly cuz some characters drink orange juice#and it just looks so appealing and tasty i was like a 4 year old enamored#oh and the eevee stuff too i guess#god s1 pokemon just looks sooooo so so good#i need to buy a cd reader in 2024 so i can save my childhood pkmn bootleg CDs onto a hard drive
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Hockey RPF Recs from 2023
I realized recently that I haven't done a great job keeping up with hockey fic beyond the authors I was already subscribed to, so I did some reading in the tag for the past year (and of course fell in a hole and neglected other parts of my life, you know the drill). Mattdrai is even bigger than I thought?? (She said, having been living under a rock.) Also, wow, *amazing* writers out there I had no idea about! Here are my favorites of the stories I've read so far:
so is the longing by dogjuice (mattdrai): This one might win as my favorite fic of the year. You know how sometimes you read something that's not quite as well written as you want it to be but it's doing the thing you want so you read it anyway? This is NOT that fic. It hits such good juicy trope buttons and also is clever and hilariously written. Top marks.
i'll tell you when to stop by dogjuice (mcmattdrai): Sadly this is the only other fic dogjuice has posted, but it is also excellent. The premise could be ridiculous in someone else's hands but rings so true. I was on tenterhooks for it all to work out.
In From the Cold by makeit_takeit (TK/Patty): FERAL. OVER. THIS. All three stories in this (loosely related) series are impeccable, but this one gave me the most feels. I am weak for a repressed closeted character gradually discovering happiness, and the depth of characterization is breathtaking.
Baby, I'm a Wildcard by wearemany (mattdrai): The writing!! This fic is mostly developing/established relationship, which is not usually my fave, but somehow I loved the entire thing?? Just really compelling character-focused writing that had me completely absorbed without needing to rely on angst or drama (much as I love those in other stories).
Edmonton 10 by Helenish (mattdrai): Helenish is incomparable. I cannot express how happy I am that they've (she's?) gotten into hockey lately. Read everything; I don't even know if this is the best one because I *am* subscribed to them so I read the stories as they came out and didn't rank them or anything, but this one is excellent and also you can't go wrong.
this must be the place by rafting (Jamie/Trevor): Love me some sexuality exploration. The USNTDP ensemble was so vividly and delightfully present in this one. Also, Trevor is so dumb. How can you not love it.
let me look at you by isozyme (mattdrai, mcmattdrai): This one is emotionally ROUGH but so well done. Heed the warnings, but there's plenty of emotional satisfaction as well. I read it several weeks ago and it's still living in my head.
roughed up in the afterglow by notthequiettype (mattdrai): This one is pretty short but gets a lot done in not too many words. Really excellent character interactions and dialogue.
linger by bropunzeling (mattdrai): Top-notch A/B/O content. Sometimes you just want Matthew to have heat sex with Leon and pretend not to have feelings until he can't anymore.
in the honey by donderwalk (Jamie/Trevor): Okay it's been a while since I read this one but I remember it as the highlight of my Jamie/Trevor tag search at the time, so I'm gonna say it's probably great. 😄
Serenity in Those Deep Waters by angry_geno_is_score (larsdunn): This mashes the D/s buttons sooooo good. Has it inspired me to write more D/s? Oh yes. Check it out; You Will Have Feels.
how lovely are thy branches by quadratics (mattdrai, Brady/Tim): Hilarious premise, charming execution. This isn't even about characters getting together and yet I loved it.
Hourglass Theory by puckedup (mattdrai): So short, and totally managed to punch me in the chest (in the best way).
#i'm sure there are more great ones but i am but one reader#also i've gotten sidetracked by the necessity of reading everything makeit_takeit's ever written#which is a delightfully large amount#fic recs#hockey rpf#2023 in review
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god i remember sooooo vividly being nine years old and seeing the ad on nickelodeon for a new show about mermaids called h2o: just add water thinking 'this is about to be the greatest show of all time' and i was right!!!!! being introduced to this new world was soooo magical and inspiring to tiny me. truly it's no wonder that h2o's legacy has persisted this long. anyway feel free to share your h2o origin stories in the notes ❤
#i remember this was around the time winx club was first airing on nickelodeon and being like 'a show about fairies and now a show about#mermaids?! a win for baby user opalsiren' like planning my life around the tv shows that brought me joy. and literally nothing has changed#h2o just add water#.txt#h2o
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𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓
━ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 - 𝐗.𝐓. 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
━ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: reader and xavier spend an afternoon together and without knowing what to do, xavier decides to animate reader's tattoos.
━ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: xavier thorpe x tattoed!reader
━ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: yes
━ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: reader has tattoos
━ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 745
━ 𝐀/𝐍: i had already started working on this but then you sent me the inbox thingy and now i actually have an excuse to post this sooooo, this one's for you @oeuryale , you genius bestie
It had become a normal occurrence for you and Xavier to spend the afternoons together. What you did didn't really matter as long it was you two.
Sometimes you would spend the day studying together, getting so little work done that you had to spend the next day separated to actually manage to do something. Sometimes it would be him painting and you reading a book, usually out loud so he could hear it as well; sometimes you would just stare at him while he did his thing, making unhelpful comments followed by his snarky comebacks, back and forth like an old couple that never grew up.
But that afternoon you had nothing to do: no exams ahead (and even if there were they could have waited), no inspiration to paint, no interesting book to read. You just sat together on a patch of grass, legs sprawled all over the ground and head in the clouds.
"What are we doing?" You asked, turning your head to look at Xavier, who was looking at the ground with more interest than he usually had in class.
He didn't even lift his eyes, still staring down. "I'm currently counting the blades of grass but i'd be happy to change activity as soon as you find one."
You huffed as you let your head fall on his legs in defeat.
"Now i've lost count." He declared out loud and if you hadn't been so completely bored out of your mind, his comment would have stolen a laugh from you.
Silence reigned again as you stared at the sky above you: bright blue covered by just a couple of clouds, announcing the imminent arrival of summer. Not a bird flying, not a wisp of wind; absolutely nothing that could entertain the two of you.
It wasn't usually like that: even when you had nothing to do, you always found something stupid to do, something at least slightly interesting to talk about. But that day seemed so dull and empty that not even Xavier could turn it around.
A couple of birds appeared in your line of vision, soaring through the sky. A new cloud, darker and grayer than the others appeared out of nowhere, but it didn't worry you. It was when a big blackish spider started crawling up your arm that you got back up, hands struggling to drive away the creature from your arm, immediately realizing what was going on.
"You got anymore of those?" Asked Xavier as you looked up at him with both anger and relief at having finally found a distraction. He pointed at the small tattoos on your arm, the tattoos that were now flying over your head and crawling down your arm.
"You could have warned me, you know?"
"Then it wouldn't have been fun, you know?" He mocked as he crossed his legs and balanced his elbows on his knees, hands supporting his chin. He had a new glint in his eye that matched your own, so he repeated the question. "Do you have more? I vividly remember a snake there somewhere..."
"You're so not animating that snake," you intimated as he leaned closer to you.
"You're no fun, Y/n."
"I do have a couple of dragons however, still interested?" You offered, lifting the sleeve of your shirt a little more to reveal two tiny dragons, imprinted on the skin.
"Now we're talking," he said, preparing his hands, hovering over your skin. "Not as fun as the snake, but it'll have to do for now."
"You are not animating that snake, Xavier." You kept going as small charcoal dragons began flying out of your skin and floating between the two of you.
"Why not? I love that snake." He said, looking at the newest company you had just found. One of the dragons looked him in the eyes with what seemed like a scowl on his little face, as if he was agreeing with you.
"And you know full well that the place where that snake is, is not for the public." You remarked, offering the tiny dragon your palm to rest.
"I am not the public,"
"We are in public."
He huffed, leaning down on the grass but not before smashing his hand against your own, crashing the small creature to nothing.
"Hey!"
He brought his arms behind his head, his characteristic smirk staining his face. "Looks like there's only one option left..."
"Forget the snake," you stated once more. "Not happening."
"Spoilsport."
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idk if anyone's asked this already but i was going through some of my old stuff recently and i found the ideas for an original character i made at like. eight. they weren't very comprehensive or creative but they were funny looking so. and it got me thinking, do you remember your very first oc? how did the idea come to you? what happened to them?
me, personally, it was a minecraft mod. yup.
I do. Vividly. I latched onto her and started to write a stttuuuuuuupid bad vampire horror romance thing? But I hated romance and loved whump so I just never wrote any of the romance part XD
Fun little tidbit about me: Since she was my gateway to writing and learning that I love creating stories and lore, I actually have her as my icon.
This is Charlotte Ross.
Idk man she gets whumped by a vampire, then saved from that encounter by a different vampire who kinda yanderes her specifically so he can trial run being around people without flipping out and killing someone. So like. He saved her and is caretakery, but specifically in that 'well I saved you sooooo it's not as bad if I kill you on accident..right?' kinda way.
Blablabla whatever they fall in love or something and work on finding a cure for both him and his brother (origional whumper vamp guy).
Voila.
Hated that book, but had SO much fun writing it.
I remember writing that first whump scene and I got so high on that feeling. My hands were shaking so hard and my door was locked and it was the dead of night and I was just thriving on those whumperflies. And I thoughht to myself '...this is the stuff I want to find in books and movies. I...I can just..write it myself..?? and it's not bad??? It's really good actaully??' (it was not, but it was GOOD FOR ME).
Anywho, that's my writers origin story. Idk I was like 15. Surprisingly, I'd not gotten into writing before that. The only other short story I'd written was in 7th grade for an assignment and it got published in a magazine after my teacher begged me to let her enter it in a contest and it won like second place?? That one was about a bird who lost her nest. She wasn't really an oc though. I didn't click with her and she didn't have a name, the whole thing was a metaphor.
Ig that should have been my first clue that I like and am good at this, but it wasn't :D
Patpatpat for baby Shea for trying. She got there eventually.
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Okay sooooo Villain!Bill x FTM transgender reader so reader goes by he/him but reader is dating the hero and the hero is SUPER unsupportive of Reader?! And you can just like make it how ever you want! Sorry if that’s a bad description 😭😭🙏🏻
<3
˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 villain! bill x ftm! reader fluff
"don't you dare think about coming back until you get your fucking head right." your boyfriend scowls as he throws your clothes onto the front lawn, a look of evident disgust on your face.
you're rendered speechless as he goes back into the room, shutting the door swiftly behind him. your brain fails in trying to form even a single coherent thought.
your body feels sluggish as the rain dampens your clothes, your hair strewn on your face and sticking to your skin. you want to pound on the door, beg for him to let you in, but you don't.
you turn and begin walking off, your mind point blank while your feet carries you to wherever it willed. the lights that illuminate your way mock you as well, with the face of your boyfriend grinning on them.
your brain replays the event that happened prior. you had came out to him, hoping that he'd understand, and if he wanted to, you both could break up and just continue on as friends, if not strangers.
but he didn't. you remember that face so vividly. the way a warm smile could turn into cold, wretched abhorrence in not even a second, it will definitely haunt you for days to come.
your arms wrap around eachother, hoping to achieve some kind of warmth as you take your attention of your memory. you look around, hoping to find somewhere that you can stand under for a short while, at least until the rain stopped.
but there was none. not even a mall.
you purse your lips, wondering if you truly should go back and beg for his forgiveness, and continue living on as someone you aren't.
"look what the cat dragged in." you hear an overly familiar voice call out, and in response, you only tilt your head upwards to meet his eyes. it's Bill, in all his glory.
there's a grin on his lips as he asks, "what's wrong with you?"
you find no motivation in replying to his question. even if he meant well, you just didn't want to answer to him. he's a villain, for crying out loud, and he's probably no better than your boyfriend.
"hey, answer me." he commands, placing his gloved index finger under your chin and his thumb against, bringing your attention back to him.
"it's nothing." you respond coldly.
"sure it isn't." he scoffs, rolling his eyes, "you're pathetic and you suck at hiding your feelings."
"is it him again?" he asks with a defeated sigh, "oh, he did this, did that...god, just break up with him, or something."
"it's not that!" you quickly respond, pulling your face away from his hand, "besides, why do you care so much?"
"I'm evil, not heartless." he scowls, "now tell me what's wrong."
"I..." tears threaten to fall as you collect your memories of the event, "I came out to him and he...he didn't take it so well."
he raises an eyebrow, "how so?"
"he kicked me out, and he..." you hold back a sob.
"hey, now..." Bill frowns, walking closer and holding his umbrella over your head, "it...it's okay."
"it's not!" you cry out, "I-I don't even know anymore!"
he looks away before sighing and saying, "c'mon, I'll bring you back to my place."
"what if I don't want to?" you respond.
"you have no place to sleep in and you're drenched head to toe. unless you're telling me you want to sleep in an alleyway with garbage and rats, I don't suppose you have a say in it." he says, his tone full of arrogance.
you can't really argue with it, so you just keep quiet and follow him.
𓆩♱𓆪
he had given you a fresh change of clothes after you finished showering and he also, very surprisingly, cooked you dinner after you told him you hadn't eaten yet.
you're now sitting with him in the living room, him facing you with his arms crossed. he hums, seemingly unphased after you dumped every information on him.
"yeah no I'm really not phased," he says, tilting his head to the side, "he is that type of person, after all."
"what type?" you ask, confused. he's always been accepting of you.
"y'know, stuck up, arrogant, cocky..." he lists out, lifting a hand to number out his points on his behaviour.
"like you." you deadpan, to which he snaps back with a rather funny, amused look on his face.
"I'm far better!" he scoffs, crossing his arms. you return with a laugh, and he seems to smile, even just a little bit.
well, he is far better.
you look back down at your hands, the silence growing awkward after a little while. despite his reputation for being a bastard, he seems to be one of the most accepting people you've come across for a while.
you first came out to your family, and they cut contact with you. your friends promptly dropped you when you uttered the words, and now your boyfriend, who you're supposed to rely on.
yet now you're relying on the villain for comfort.
the person who kidnaps you, holds you for ransom, mocks you...occasionally. and you're in his house voluntarily, wearing his clothes, and you just ate his food.
it feels so weird.
he taps on his forearms for a while, before he says something completely bewildering, "I can let you stay for a couple of nights, at least until you get things sorted out with your boyfriend."
you look at him, and ask, "why would I do that?"
"do you have a place to stay in?" he raises an eyebrow, and it shuts you up quickly.
you grumble and say, "fine."
"see, easy. your room is on the second floor, to the left." he says, leaning back into his chair.
you stand, getting ready to leave. but before you do that, you suppose you could give him a little gift first. you turn over to him and press a kiss onto his cheek.
"that's for thank you." you smile, turning around and leaving.
he sits there, confused about...a lot of things. his feelings, for example. specifically, his feelings for you.
#tokio hotel#y2k#bill kaulitz#bill kaulitz x reader#bill kaulitz x you#fluff#bill kaulitz fluff#tokio hotel x reader#tokio hotel fanfic
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It’s crazy to me, remembering being a part of FNAF community in the early days and now it’s coming back. The utter nonsense that was spouted lol. If I’m being honest, I totally think after FNAF 3, Scott Cawthon just starting bs-ing the story lol
he wasn't bsing the story to begin with??:eyes:
but so real, i wasn't mega invested in It but i was in high school when it came out & still remember that initial craze around it super vividly. it's kind of insane to see how relevant it still is bc i was sooooo certain it was going to be super popular for like 2 months max and then fizzle out like a lot of trendy jumpscare horror games at the time
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Third Time's the Charm
Shikamaru x gn!reader
Hiiii :)
So I just wanted to tell you I've been reading your blog for the past 7 hours haha it's almost 4 am here in Mexico were I'm from and your writing is SOOOOO good I'm obsessed, I love how you write Kakashi 🥰🥰🥰
And well so I just wanted to ask you, if it's not too much trouble, if you could write something with Shikamaru since I am sucker for him, something like the reader and him get on each other's nerves all the time, like they are so similar and there's this rivalry, Kakashi is fully aware that they have feelings for each other lol, reader and Shika go on a mission and you get injured and he takes care of your wound and he's so gentle about it that it makes reader question everything now. I know it's kind of specific, and honestly you don't have to do it, just something with Shika would be amazing, anything, that was just a thought
And seriously thank you for the amazing content 💓💓
Thank you so much for your request! I'm glad you enjoyed my writing, I really appreciate it! This took a bit longer than expected to write, but I do hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Also, I should note that along the way of me writing this, it became more and more dramatic... and the wound kind of escalated at one point? I did attempt to steer this into a more gentle way and I do hope it worked, at least somewhat...
Word Count: 5,3k
Warning: mentions of death, violence
tags: @smelllikeme , Ao3
Summary: They say third time's the charm, and Shikamaru hopes it is enough to save you.
Shikamaru could still vividly remember the day his sensei Asuma had died in his arms. As though the memory was burned into his brain, it came to haunt him in his sleep time and time again, nourishing his doubts and regrets, harvesting his heartbreak. Each time the dream came to haunt him, it appeared more vivid than the last time, so much so that Shikamaru could feel the blood of his sensei on his hand again and the way the older man’s body shivered in his last moments. The sombré tone of Asuma was etched into the memory, accompanied by the gruff undertone the dark-haired man always spoke with. His last words most importantly, Shikamaru felt as though they were in his heart, something he would never forget, and take with him to his grave.
The future head of the Nara clan could also remember how his father had died during the Fourth Shinobi War. The way Ino beside him cried out at the loss of her own father shook his mind to the core and had his heart sinking to the bottom of his stomach, bile beginning to crawl up his throat. His mind was in shambles, but he was required to get right back to work and push away all of his sorrow and his grief so they could win the war. Only at the grave of his father, his sobbing mother standing beside him did Shikamaru get a moment to allow his grief to swallow him, almost drowning in it to the point he couldn’t breathe.
The sensation of death surrounding his entire being was something Shikamaru never wanted to feel again. It was a feeling he despised with all his being.
Following the death of two of the most important people in his life, two men to whom he had looked up since childhood, and whom he had set as an example for himself, Shikamaru vowed that under no circumstance, he would ever let someone important to him die again. At all cost, even when it meant he would endanger his own health, he would make sure that those dear to him would make it to see the light of another day, live to wake up in Konoha, and get back onto their feet.
To his dismay, death, however, was a treacherous thing, one that did not listen to the prayers and vows of the people. It did not matter to death what Shikamaru promised, neither did it matter what the dark-haired man intended to do. As a mere man, Shikamaru did not stand above danger and near-death situations, a lesson he soon learned during a mission alongside you.
When he strode into the Hokage’s office one morning, the smell of cigarettes lingering around his body, and his hands buried deep into the pockets of his pants, Shikamaru had not expected the man to hand him a mission instead of paperwork.
The Hokage had always been a walking enigma, mystery shrouded around him. So, Shikamaru shouldn’t have expected anything else but a surprise awaiting him.
His first clue to something being different had been the sight of you in the Hokage’s office, sitting on one of the two chairs placed in front of the desk. Despite only being able to see your back as he entered, that little piece of information was enough to identify you. Maybe it was the way you slouched in your chair that gave Shikamaru the necessary clue, or the exact shade of your (h/c) that he could never forget even if he wanted to. Either way, his expression morphed into one of recognition as soon as he saw you sitting there.
Without saying anything, Shikamaru made his way over to the chair beside yours and sat down, ignoring how you scrunched up your nose in response. There was a curious gleam in the Hokage’s eyes, but neither Shikamaru nor you could tell what exactly it indicated. His gaze flickered between the two of you, his charcoal eyes settling last on the piece of paper laying on his desk to skim over it quickly before talking to the two of you.
With a smirk playing on his lips, not visible to either of you, Kakashi leaned back in his seat. “Do either of you know why I asked you to come?”
You were the first to narrow your eyes. “To go on a mission, I presume?” Once you glanced over at the raven-haired man sitting beside you, the smell of cigarettes still lingering on his vest. Then, you forced yourself to focus on the Hokage again, trying to keep yourself from frowning visibly. “Together, most likely.”
Merely from how you strained the first word, the Hokage could tell your lack of enthusiasm when it came to the mission. That was no surprise to him, he already had expected such a reaction from both you and Shikamaru, so he paid it no mind. He was following his very own mission, after all, and not even the two of you disagreeing would keep him from continuing on with it.
“I chose the two of you to complete this mission because it is of importance,” Kakashi began, sitting a little straighter in his seat now. He really could have chosen anyone besides you and Shikamaru, but neither of you needed to know that fact and potentially mess with his meddling. “And I trust you to complete it. Together.”
Both of you had to swallow down the groans of annoyance you were about to let out. It had to be a joke, didn’t it? An unnecessary joke from the Hokage himself, in that case.
“Don’t you two look at me like that,” Kakashi felt like he was reprimanding two children, not two of the most capable and intelligent Shinobi. He shot both of them a warning look before he slid the information slip across the table for them to take, deciding that briefing them now would cause him more of a headache. “The mission begins tomorrow. I expect the two of you to get a good night’s sleep and head off early in the morning.”
Kakashi did not even need to dismiss the two of you, as you both willingly left the Hokage’s office without a word to him or each other. The first to go had been Shikamaru, who stood up as soon as he had skimmed over the paper, pushing his chair back with a loud screech, before he pushed the door to Kakashi’s office open and left. You quickly followed suit, with a few seconds of difference so you wouldn’t run into the dark-haired male when outside of the office. The silence remaining was loud, to say the least, and left the room colder than it was before.
(That did not have the Hokage doubt his meddling, not even in the slightest as Shizune could see as soon as she entered the room with a cup of tea in her hand.)
The raven-haired woman let out a sigh, placing her hands on her hips as soon as she sat down the tea on his desk. “What did you do now?” From the gleam in his charcoal eyes alone she could see he was up to something.
Kakashi leaned back against his chair, stretching out his legs and arms, listening to his joints cracking in the process. His playful gaze settled on Shizune, a twinkle in his eyes. “Oh, you know, nothing.”
Shizune knew that he was lying, and couldn’t help but worry about what the man was brewing up.
You could still remember when you first met Shikamaru back in the academy when the two of you had still been young children starting their way of being a Shinobi. To you, it was like the memory was burned into your brain, something you knew you’d never forget due to the significance of that day to you.
Your first crush you would never forget, anyway.
Already within the first few months of starting the academy, you had begun to develop a crush on the raven-haired boy from your class. You weren’t sure what it had been that had pulled you to the Nara, whether it had been his unmatchable intelligence, or his lazy attempts at humor, which often came out dry, you didn’t know. At his witty jokes, you often were the first and only student to laugh, the only one to understand it immediately and also find it funny. Your attention was always drawn to him, your eyes always finding a way to settle on his slouched figure. Your chin would rest on your hand as you daydream of some kind of future together, wistful sighs pushing past your lips.
Something just drew you to him. You couldn’t exactly explain when your crush on him blossomed to become something fully fletched, you could only build your tower of hopes and dreams, and continue to stare at him during class with your lovesick gaze.
Little you had thought of Shikamaru as cute and adorable. Just as many of your other classmates did, like Sakura and Ino, you attempted different combinations of your name with his, meshing them together, writing your first name in combination with his last name, or even hyphenating both of your names. Little hearts quickly joined your messy ideas, little love notes adding to your expression of feelings, or in that case, lack of open and honest expression of feelings.
(To say the least, you had been head over heels for the genius boy since early childhood).
At one point, everything had begun to change, however. You would pinpoint the time of change to around the Chuunin exams, specifically the first round of the one-versus-one fights. It was the round in which you lost in a one versus one against Shikamaru, shame coursing through you as embarrassment had your cheeks feeling warm, your head cast downward as you accepted your defeat.
It wasn’t even that you were a bad Shinobi or one below average, because that wasn’t the case, not at all. Rather, you couldn’t match Shikamaru’s wit and intelligence, the two qualities you had so dearly admired, which had become your downfall on your way to becoming a Chuunin. They became the qualities you too, wished to possess, qualities you were becoming jealous of, and you thought of as necessary to be a Chuunin.
With the help of your understanding and supporting sensei, you were determined to become better than the boy who, unbeknownst to him, crushed your heart during the exams. It had taken some time without a doubt, but every second you spend gaining knowledge was worth it when you finally caught up with the raven-haired later and became a Chuunin without even losing one round.
The climb was hard, there was no doubt there, but the result was a better version of you, one determined not to allow their heart to be broken again, one that wished to be better than the boy who did so.
All of your hard feelings toward Shikamaru, mixed with the jealousy you felt toward his abilities brought you to this point: a mission with him. This happening would’ve been little you’s dream, and yet, for obvious reasons, you couldn’t help but feel annoyed at the prospect of having to go on a mission with Shikamaru.
What if you embarrassed yourself again, or something worse happened? You couldn’t cope with that, you would most likely sink into the ground from all the embarrassment. So, you were yet again determined, determined to be better than him.
During the mission, you couldn’t slack up, you knew that which was why you chose not to engage in any witty banter stemming from Shikamaru. On your way to the mission’s location, you ignored the few words leaving the raven-haired’s mouth, but listened nonetheless, little you rather excited to learn more about the Nara.
Halfway to your destination, the silence between the two of you had become unbearable. You were basically itching to say something, anything really, to break the silence and to have it stop. But you kept tight-lipped.
The green trees around the two of you became shades darker the further you were walking into the thick forest surrounding Konoha, leaving your home further behind you with every step you took. Walking under the large shades of the trees felt somewhat peaceful to both you and Shikamaru, the harsh sunlight of the summer sun no longer blinding either of you or burning your skin. The longer the two of you walked, however, the path seemed to grow smaller and smaller, the trees growing closer to what was supposed to be the path. It was like the forest was pushing you together, or so you thought as your shoulders accidentally bumped.
“Sorry!” You squeaked out immediately, your cheeks feeling warmer upon contact. Why did you have to be that clumsy, again? “Didn’t mean to.”
And here you were embarrassing yourself of all things, making the mission more uncomfortable than it already was.
Shikamaru cleared his throat, his eyes flittering to look over at you, before looking away again. “It’s fine.” He said, his hands twitching in his pockets, as though he was itching to do something. You noticed, though didn’t say anything.
You were walking shoulder by shoulder by now, the close proximity of the trees forcing you to do so, not knowing that neither of you would get to say something else to the other before everything went to shit.
Neither of you had seen the attack coming, as both of you were lost in your own bubble of thought concerning one another. It wasn’t professional to do of either of you, since both of your attention should have been dedicated to protecting yourself and your partner on your way to the destination instead, and yet, here both of you were, about to be ambushed because of your own lack of attention.
The first indication that you aren’t alone in the forest came from one of the trees, a small rustling of the leaves that sounded too big to be of a bird. Shikamaru stopped you in your step, his hand grasping your upper arms to keep you from moving forward. Both of you were now alert when it came to your surroundings, the hairs on your arms standing up from the chill running down your spine.
It didn’t take long for the intruders to reveal themselves, sly smirks tugging at their lips, the upper part of their faces covered with masks, holes cut within them to leave their eyes uncovered. While the men and women looked ridiculous, it was no time to laugh as they pulled out their knives and got ready to perform Jutsu.
“If you want to enter, you’ll have to go through us first.” spoke the leader of the group, his tone deep and intended to sound threatening.
The woman beside him twirled a knife in her hand, adding, “We don’t let people pass without a price being paid first, that goes without saying.”
You weren’t nervous at all about the impending confrontation, not at all, really. You not only trusted yourself and your capabilities but also the ones of Shikamaru. Regardless of that, your hand moved to where your own knife lay against your hip. “And what would be said price?”
For a mere moment, shock crossed the features of the woman, but she was quick to revert her facial expression back to one of nonchalance. “You’re Konoha Shinobi, eh?” It was a question that required no answer from either of you. “You must have a lot of money to give to us, then.”
That statement couldn’t be more wrong if it tried to be. Following the Fourth Shinobi War, the financial situation was dire for everyone, even including yourself and the future Nara clan head.
From the peripheral of your vision, you could see Shikamaru hatch out a plan. Due to the location of the ambush, it was obvious who of the two of you was at an advantage. There were more shadows than necessary surrounding all of you, meaning Shikamaru could perfectly use his clan’s Hiden Jutsu. He only needed to not be caught.
To give him more time to act, you chose to act a bit less rational than you would’ve preferred to. Instead of having your hand simply remain near the knife on your hip, you chose to draw it and point it at the woman opposite you, the blade of it gleaming in the few bits of sunlight managing to protrude through the many treetops.
The woman took a step back but did not deter from her mission.
“Don’t trick us, Shinobi!” growled one of the other men of the ambush, his knife now drawn toward you. You refused to flinch and stood your ground. “Drop the knife! Now! Or you’ll get it!”
Admittedly, you were beginning to feel a little nervous with one more knife pointed at you, but you fully trusted Shikamaru to perfectly execute the plan. While it would be rather difficult for him to catch all four of the intruders all at once, you were sure that he would be able to do so, if you were only able to buy him more time.
You refused to drop your knife and instead spoke in a calm voice, “We don’t have that kind of money.” It was true, neither of you had barely any money with you.
“I’m sure we’ll find a solution then,” spoke the leader, his voice deep enough to send a shiver down your spine. “You,” He pointed over at you, “will stay here, with us, while you,” Now he pointed at Shikamaru, “will get us the money we ask for, alright?”
You shot a glance at Shikamaru, the worry gleaming in your eyes saying more than a thousand words. It would be best to strike now, the raven-haired decided before any of the four intruders dared to try anything dangerous.
As fast as he could, Shikamaru allowed his shadow to spread out all across the ground of the forest and to connect with the shadows of your opponents, to trap them in a certain position. As soon as he heard the first gasp coming from the man with the knife, Shikamaru knew that he had been successful. The man was quick to drop his knife onto the ground, barely missing his foot. The woman, the leader, and another man, who so far has made no comment, were quick to follow suit, stuck in the position as Shikamaru wanted them to.
Shikamaru shot the four of them a smirk, unaware of what would be coming next.
From high above in the trees, came a silver glint toward the two of you, specifically toward Shikamaru. Your eyes immediately picked up on the glint coming toward you, meant to knock out Shikamaru and free the four intruders. If you were the knock the Nara out of the way, you knew that his Shadow Jutsu would break the moment you made contact with him, allowing the four to not only attack you but also rob you and then flee. Would you take the hit, however, none of that would happen and if you were fortunate enough, you could still knock those four out later.
Maybe it was the little you had buried deep inside you long ago thinking and acting, or maybe you never lost your feelings for Shikamaru, but you moved in front of him without much more thought. His eyes widened as he saw the glint coming toward you now and hit you in the chest, a gasp pushing past your lips as you hunched over, attempting to breathe.
Shikamaru’s shadow immediately climbed up the tree and also managed to interweave with the shadow of the last man standing, also trapping him in his Jutsu.
You, meanwhile, had more and more trouble breathing, the cackles of the five intruders sounding distant, almost blurry to you. Anger and frustration were both coursing through your body as you formed the finger sings necessary for the Wind Jutsu you were about to perform. Breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, so as you breathed in to gather enough air for your Jutsu, it felt as though your lungs were on fire. You ignored the pain you were feeling and finished your Jutsu, knocking over all four of them with a wall of wind, sending them flying against trees and knocking them out in the process.
You yourself could barely hold your own weight up, so as soon as you made sure that Shikamaru was save without needing your aid, your knees buckled underneath your voice and you fell to the forest ground, desperately gasping for air to fill your lungs.
Shikamaru yelled out your name, but you could barely hear him in all the panic you were feeling. Blood was rushing to your ears, making Shikamaru’s voice almost inaudible as you with your back against the ground, your eyes staring up at the trees as your vision blurred with tears.
“Breathe,” Shikamaru told you, placing his hand on your shoulder to rub it in circles to get you to calm down. “You need to breathe, (Name). Calm down.” His gaze traveled over to your wound, and while the wound itself was not life-threatening, the knife appeared to have been poisoned. No wonder you were reacting like that.
Ever since his sensei and father died, Shikamaru never was the greatest at calming people down in a difficult situation, especially when they were hyperventilating as you were. “Somewhere in the bag is an antidote, (Name), but until I prepared it, you need to breathe, okay?” He could see the tears rolling down your cheeks and the panic so clear in your eyes, and yet, he couldn’t help you in any way.
As quickly as he could, Shikamaru began rummaging through the bag in search of an antidote, specifically the two vials of antidotes given to him by Konoha’s very own poison specialist before the mission began. As soon as he found it, he was confronted with another problem: Which was the right vial to give to you?
From merely seeing the knife, he couldn’t tell what kind of poison was coating it. On the other hand, he couldn’t pull it out either in fear of you bleeding to death as soon as he did so. His heartbeat began increasing, anxiety pumping through his blood as he considered his options.
You felt like your whole body was on fire by now. Pained screeches pushed past your lips, tears falling from your eyes as your body spasmed on the floor, you crying out in pain. Your gaze was set on an unsure Shikamaru, the raven-haired man in a situation he had never been confronted with before, and in spite of his undeniable wit, he found finding a solution rather difficult.
“Help… me…” You could barely speak, your throat scratchy and voice coming out in a mere pained whisper. Your breaths came out erratic and without a pattern, as though you were clawing for air to enter your lungs.
You couldn’t die like this! Not only was this a mortifying way to go, in front of the now man you’ve crushed on as a child, but also rather pathetic. You wanted to die a happy death, after managing to confess your feelings to someone you would consider to be the love of your life. You didn’t want to pass on with so many regrets, things you wished you had done sooner.
Maybe back then you just should have taken the leap of faith and confessed to Shikamaru, told him that you liked him.
By now, you also couldn’t tell anymore what was going on. Your vision was completely blurred from all of the tears streaming down your face. You could only hear Shikamaru scrambling around you, moving constantly and muttering inaudible words under his breath. You only regained somewhat of a sense of orientation as soon as a needle penetrated your skin, making you hiss loudly.
“It’s going to be alright.” Shikamaru told you, another attempt to calm you down.
You nodded, unable to speak a word of confirmation. Wholeheartedly, you believed in the genius as your body began to calm down a little. It felt like you could breathe again, air entering your lungs. That was, at least, until everything went to shit again.
Out of nowhere, you began crying again, your body feeling as though it had been set on fire another time. You convulsed, screeched, and let out noises of pain, returning to a state worse than the one before.
“Shit,” Shikamaru cursed, taking in a panicked breath. “Why isn’t this working?” He wiped the layer of sweat forming on his forehead with the back of his hand, attempting to clear his mind to think.
He could distantly remember what the poison specialist had once taught him during the war, the words somewhat saved in his brain, words he never recalled before. “These antidotes work best if the poisonous object is removed from the body. Some poisons flare up when in contact with the antidote, so remove the object if the first dose doesn’t work. Just be careful while doing so.” And while it was dangerous to do so, it appeared to be the only way to save you.
“Pull… out… knife,” You told him as though you had been able to read his thoughts, gasping for air after each word. “Trust… you.” You were well aware of the fact that there was a chance that his Jutsu would not work, that you would bleed out here, poisoned on the floor of the forest, but something told you to trust him.
The last time his mind had been this close to falling apart into shambles had been when hearing his father speak to him, death coming closer to the man. His heartbeat had increased drastically and blood rushed in his ears, he could barely focus on anything but his father. The same could be said for when Asuma died, Shikamaru’s heart feeling as though at any moment it may break apart.
At that moment, Shikamaru knew that as soon as he managed to bring you out of the life-threatening situation, he would confess his feelings to you one day. He couldn’t lose a loved one again, it would hurt too much. He refused to give up on you.
They say third time's the charm, so he should be able to save you. If the saying held any truth to it, you shouldn’t be the one to die in his arms or continue to suffocate as by now your hands were beginning to desperately claw at your throat.
Your only hope would be now the bits of medical ninjutsu Ino had taught him in case of an emergency. He was regretting not having listened to his blonde teammate more intentively than he should have.
Shikamaru carefully wrapped his hand around the handle of the knife so he could pull out it. You hissed as he did so, a noise that made his wince. “I’m going to pull it out now, alright?” He attempted to create eye contact between the two of you, but your eyes were filled with too many tears to even get a hint of your surroundings. “One… Two.. Three.” In one pull, Shikamaru pulled the knife out and threw it beside you.
There was only one antidote left that he could give to you, but first, he had to close the wound with medical ninjutsu. His hands were shaking more than he wanted them to, your crimson blood splattered across them. Shikamaru set his growing panic aside and hovered his hand above the wound, using each and every technique Ino ever taught him. His hands were beginning to glow a mint tone after he pushed his chakra into them, his body feeling weaker during the process. His technique may have been the ideal one to use, but Shikamaru knew that what mattered most was that it worked. As soon as he saw your wound close up, however, he knew that every side effect would be worth it.
A sigh of relief escaped both of you as soon as the wound was closed, no more crimson blood escaping it.
“Next time, you really should wear your vest.” Shikamaru joked, barely able to catch his breath. His skilled fingers were already working on putting the other antidote together to use it.
You let out a pained laugh, coughing afterward. While every limb in your body was still burning, the combination of the knife being removed and Shikamaru’s medical ninjutsu did wonders and had you feeling like you could breathe again.
Seeing this side of Shikamaru was… new and quite frankly, also exciting. If it weren’t for the fact that you had almost stood at heaven’s door just now, you would most likely be swooning.
“Now breathe, I’m going to inject the antidote,” Shikamaru said, carefully positioning the needle above your skin. His other hand rested near the wound to keep you still. “It’s all going to be over soon.”
You squeezed your eyes shut and nodded, doing your best to not only keep still but also to ignore the uncomfortable sensation stemming from the injection. Both proved themselves to be difficult to do, your breathing still labored as the antidote made contact with your bloodstream.
The relief you felt was instant. Finally, you could breathe normally again, your body no longer feeling as thought it had been set aflame. Your chest rose up and down as you breathed in even breaths, given the opportunity to calm down from your high emotions. Curios, with your fingertip you dared to explore the wounded skin of your throat, but as soon as you touched it, you let out a pained hiss.
Shikamaru’s hand immediately came to envelop your own, keeping it away from the wound. “Let me see,” He said in an unusually calm and kind tone. “I’ll put some ointment on it, so it will heal.”
With remaining tears in your eyes, you agreed wordlessly.
Shikamaru worked the ointment onto your skin in silence, not a single word coming from him, and neither from you. With each breath you took in, his gaze would flicker upward to meet your eyes, checking if you were still alright. Only after a nod of confirmation, he would continue, his fingers shaking noticeably as he rubbed the ointment onto the wound.
“Thank you, Shikamaru.” You were able to croak out, your throat still feeling raw from all the screaming you did.
Shikamaru shot you a smile, one that instantly had your heart beating faster against your chest, heat rising to your cheeks. “Thank you for trusting me, (Name),” He allowed his body to fall onto the forest floor right beside you, sprawling out all of his limbs as his body calmed down from the emotional high he experienced. “And for not dying on me.”
A small smile tugged at your lips. “I would never. I’d feel too bad,” Your gaze flitted over to Shikamaru, taking in his exhausted form. “Plus, who else would have annoyed you then?”
The raven-haired brushed over your last comment. “I should have protected you better. As your teammate-”
You raised your hand to interrupt him, but not without letting out a cough. “It wasn’t your fault, I jumped in front of that knife. I’m sorry, Shikamaru.”
He let out a relieved chuckle, wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. “At least neither of us dying anymore,” He turned his head to look over at you, smiling. “What a mission.”
“Yeah, what a mission,” You echoed back, lost in the mesmerizing sight that was his eyes. For all these years, you had thought of Shikamaru wrong, and now you were mourning the wasted time. “Friends?”
Shikamaru blinked, for a moment not comprehending what you meant. But then, he nodded. “Friends.”
It was only small progress, but the third time after Shikamaru left such an impact on you, you knew, it would change your life for sure.
#naruto imagine#gender neutral reader#nara shikamaru#shikamaru nara x you#shikamaru nara x reader#shikamaru nara#shikamaru#nara shikamaru x reader#nara shikamaru x you#nara#angst#and a little bit fluff
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Vidya gaems!
3, 4, 7, 16 & 20?
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(about this post)
3: Best game you’ve ever played?
ough this is a difficult one but maybe VA-11 Hall-A? It's a VN where you are a bartender and just make what is ordered with some variation. I think it is well written and I remember that playing it for the first time was very relaxing. It has great atmosphere too, especially if you're into cyberpunk!
4: Worst game you’ve ever played?
hmm maybe Fruit of Grisaia? I never got far in it because the protagonist was just unbearably annoying that I couldn't play it at all. That or League of Legends.
7: A game you’ll never forget?
Hatoful Boyfriend. One moment you're playing a chill and silly otome with pigeons and suddenly you get to the main plot line and well. I was absolutely not prepared for it. It's one of my all-time favourite games and I think that everyone who can bring themselves to play through VNs should play it, the main plot line is just amazing.
16: Character you’ve hated most? From what game?
Hiyoko from Danganronpa 2. I spent most of the game waiting for her to die honestly. I don't really like characters that are mean just for the sake of being mean or for no apparent reason. Sort of tsundere characters are fine and all but she is just too much and for no good reason
20: What was the first video game you ever played?
Okay so this actually also a hard question because I have been playing video games from a very early age thanks to my dad. My dad has played video games as long as I've been alive and got me children's games quite early and stuff. The very first ones might have been those children's moomin games or hugo games but I can't for the life of me remember any details of those so I'm not counting them. The first game I remember playing properly is Sims 2. I've sunk sooooo many hours in that. I also vividly remember trying to play it for the first time and killing the first family during the first day. I also placed a double bed outside the house because I couldn't figure out how to move to see the upstairs lmao.
#ask game#ask mauki#thank uu!#there's definitely a VN theme here...#(most likely because for the most of my life I haven't had a good enough computer to play anything else)
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stranger things hits so different if you’ve been here since the beginning like i can’t explain what this show does to my brain
it’s so satisfying although agonizing to have to wait for the seasons to come out but then get to see how much everyone has grown and how the show has progressed
like season one … i still VIVIDLY remember watching it in 2016. i was 13 at the time and it was the first tv show other than avatar the last airbender that actually made me cry. like i remember it so fucking well. and season 2 era?? it was so superior i can’t even explain it like you really had to be here… the halloween vibes??? byler?? the PROMO for season 2?? i miss it so much… and season 2 feels SO long ago to me because i had just started high school. i remember when we found out that season 3 was set in the summer and i ran to all my friends in drama class and told them lol. and OMG?? season 3 filming era?? who remembers the rise of strangerthingsfilming?? all the season 3 set pics we got… yall it was INSANNNEEEEE TIMES.
like i associate every season of the show with a particular era of my life which is what makes all this analysis SO SATISFYING FOR ME… it just makes my brain buzz irktmfkskfmemdmmd i love it
this is why byler for example just hits me on such a deep level because i truly have grown up with these characters and been the same age as them and have really been here for the ENTIRE SLOW BURN…. it just makes it sooo SOOOOO…. AAAAAAAAAHGGSHRBFNNDNDMDMDMDK
anyways
#byler#stranger things#stranger things 4#will byers#mike wheeler#byler endgame#st4#byler better be canon#byler is endgame#mike wheeler x will byers#byler nation
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omg star. i woke up from a dream i saw and im DEVASTATED. i don't remember the exact parts of it but it was kind of set in a club where i was with leeknow and we were like close friends. now the part which had me sweating and my heart beating so fast was like,, i was apparently just a tiny bit drunk like tipsy so i gained kind of confidence and i wanted to say to lino something (i dont remember what it was) but since the club music was so loud i bent down and placed my mouth real close to his ear (he was sitting, i was standing teehee) to whisper something along the lines of "i wish you were mine" and since i was tipsy and tumbling i balanced myself by putting my arms to strength on both the sides of his head (basically caging him) aNDA DJWKDMW,ASKME,WMEDAHDN I REMEMBER VIVIDLY THE LOOK HE HAD ON HIS FACE AND HOW OUR LIPS WERE JUST MERE CENTIMETRES APART. I WOKE UP AFTER THAT NOOOOOOOOOONDMMDQRQ,V
okay im so sorry for this random rant i woke up like an hour ago and i still haven't been able to forget this particular scene my heart is throbbing so fast omg i should stop being delusional
-🍙 (COMEBACK AFTER MONTHS HDJKHSD)
NOOOOOOOOOO STOP IT THAT SOUNDS INSANE…:..:…,,…,,. Waking up from that is an actual hate crime oh god I would be SOOOOO MADDDD……… I feel like Lino dreams in particular are always weirdly SOOOOO HOT like my brain conjures up the most SCRUMPTIOUSSSS LINO EVER and then I can’t even fuck him before I wake up 💔 so unfair 💔 so gross 💔 what did he look like in the dream are we talking purple hair Lino or brunette or what 😔
ALSO WELCOME BACK HELLO HOW ARE YOU WTAF I HOPE YOU’VE BEEN SO GOOD IT’S BEEN FOREVER 💞💕💖💝💘🫶
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3. The best character you’ve written for
Della. Your love of her character absolutely shows in how you write her. She’s hilarious, snarky, and caring at the same time. She’s an absolute ball to read when you write her.
6. Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics
When Dewey accidentally got high on pot brownies when he met his Great Aunt Matilda in the 1960s.
10. A character/ship I didn't enjoy/think about as much before you wrote about them
Jane. In the grand scheme of things, she’s a relatively minor character, but at the same time, she has such an interesting relationship with both Louie and Webby. And she’s so relatable, in that she’s just a regular Joe, trying to get by by working at a children’s entertainment center. And just how you write her in general is so interesting!
3. Thank you! Della is always a blast to write for! Even when her role is smaller in an overall story I still like to think she makes a big impression. Especially when I not so subtlety let the reader know, “Yeah. Della is in this story!” like in this one where Della was basically given the role of “supportive soccer mom”
If I have an excuse to include Della in a story I will. If she has no story purpose reason to be in a story, I’ll probably just have a character mention her
Yeah I definitely don’t play favorites
And I’m glad I know at least one person out there enjoys how I capture! I remember early on when I started I writing I had a worry that my readers would get sick of me writing stuff around Della Duck and so far no complaints!
6. Oh my god! Thanks! I had a lot of fun writing that but I wasn’t sure if people would think it was as funny as I thought it was or they thought I was a messed up individual for writing this kid eating not one, but TWO pot brownies that a family member gave him. (Granted, neither knew they were related to one another but, still)
But at the same time…how could I NOT do a story about Dewey getting high during the events of Timephoon!?!
Timephoon! fics are always so fixated on that one scene when other characters were going through some stuff in that episode too. Well everybody but Dewey and Webby! They were having a fun play date with Bubba and got to eat chili dogs! And then they fought pirates! And went back in time to the 1960s and dressed up like hippies! Talk about a fun day!
I remember when I was writing it I was back and forth with whether or not I wanted Webby to eat a brownie. Glad I didn’t, I have something far more sinister planned for her in the next story which I had planned long before I even wrote Dewey eating that pot brownie
Also. Matilda definitely made edibles and was a hippie during the 60s.
10. Oh Jane, I’m gonna do whatever I can to make more people in the fandom realize you’re great! Because she is! So far I think I only have her in two of my stories. Indi-Quack!’s F.O.W.L Play! where she vents to Gandra about her job (because she deserves to, damn it!) and Up, Up, and Away! where she is on the clock and getting paid time and half to be in the Funso’s ad
I just think she’s the type of person that would be on the good side of everyone in McDuck Family. Besides Louie and Webby, I like to think she’s chill with all the kids.
Also I’m sure Jane has stories about working with Magica that she could share with Lena
I don’t have a whole lot of other stuff planned for Jane. She has a small role in my Iron Duck of Steel story and will definitely appear throughout the story (such acting as sort of a bartender to two characters later on in the story when they’re at a low point in their lives)
And I do have another idea for a story that will take place at Funso’s that I really wanna do. Basically as a way to combat the public finding out about FOWL operating underneath them, Funso’s starts doing adult nights where it basically becomes a Dave and Buster’s because alcohol makes arcades sooooo much better
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