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factual-fantasy · 3 months

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26 ASKS!! :DD THANK U VERY MUCH!!🎨

Well that wouldn't be a good thing to do- Its very well known that I don't like fanart of my works..

If you wanna show that you like Bibi, just leave a comment please!

Seriously ya'll, just comments. Reblogs, tags, asks.. what ever form they may take. All I look forward to when posting artwork is reading all the responses. 👍

@solst1ce-sketches

WAAAHGAGAG THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AND HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! 😭😭💖💖💖😭💖

@luna-purple454

Oh they're both fine! :0 Other than some angst ideas I had for them-- they're both still alive and well XD I just haven't drawn them in a while :/

@minnesotamedic186

I can hardly wait! :DDD (And yes you can XD)

@butterbreadsworld

Sorry, I don't take requests. Thank you though!! :}}

@i-v-y67

Blackmail XDD

@samcat2

I still like transformers! Though I'm not really interested in drawing it atm.. thank you though!! :DD

(Post in question)

XDDD fr tho--

:DD Thank youuu!! :}}}

@kiinther

XDD Blue is too big for that too! Though Seafoam might be able to give her a little peck on the cheek 👀 if either of them would just confess their feelings already <XDD

I know, and I hate all of it. :(

Also thank you so much! :DD

I was thinking that they're kind'a a cross between the two.

They pillage and raid other ships, but they don't normally go for "innocent" ships.. if they attack anyone, its usually other rotten pirates or slave ships maybe? "Bad" ships I guess you could say-

As for the voice claims. If like you explained- you happen upon an OC of mine and think "HE LOOKES LIKE HE SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE THAT OTHER GUY" Then feel free to send it on over to me! :DD

But don't go out of your way to find voice claims for my characters as a gift or a form of fanart. Remember! All I really want is comments. Engagement with my work means everything to me! <:)

@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :DDD I'm so glad you like him!! :}} And that head injury was kind'a just a pose prompt. Though I might slap some lore on it and make it canon! :00

As for Papyrus.. its complicated.

Papyrus had accepted long ago that Sans and all his friends were gone. And that he was never going to see them again.. It really hurt. And it took him a very long time to accept that fact. But he did. He knows in his soul that his true brother is gone..

That didn't make seeing "Sans" again any less painful though. He probably saw a Sans through the trees in a new Snowdin. Man, I cant imagine how he felt.

The whole multiverse thing was explained to him by Frisk. He knows that's not his Sans. He knows its not him. But gosh. Its been so long since he's seen his brothers smile. What he would give to hear one of his silly puns again. What he would give to hear his voice.. to just.. to hug him one last time..

Frisk would grab Papyrus' hand, "Papyrus.. we need to go.. please, common.."

Seeing the other Papyrus walk into view and begin talking to that Sans.. He recollects himself. Its not him. Sans is gone. He's been gone for a very long time..

With tears streaming down his face, he would find the strength to grip Frisk's hand.. and turn away.

It never gets easier..

@jesterpiecethejester

Sorry, I don't take drawing requests! Plus the crews already pretty full as it is- <XDD

@bunny-coffee

I didn't intend to ever draw Frank and Eddie in a romantic light.. becuase yeah like you said, I just don't really like ships. Or honestly any romantic content that isn't my own OCs. Idk I just don't really enjoy drawing it--

But that's kind'a what I feared about the Welcome Home fandom if I'm being honest. I felt like people were really protective over Eddie and Frank. And if I revealed that I wasn't interested in drawing them as an item, canon or not? I felt like I would get a loooot of backlash.

But hey, I found a loophole. Just don't draw them together and there wont be any drama! :D It sucks though becuase Frank is a big part of Eddies lore and all his flashback shenanigans-

(Also thank you! :DD )

@beryl-shade

Oh! No no, its just made of seafoam! :0 Though whipped cream would make sense because he's a cookie- <XD

I do??

Huh.. I guess I do don't I..

What do I do with that power--

@sparkdrawsstuff

Well the strongest would be Blue Beauty by far- but looking at the smaller cookies? I think Seafoam is probably the strongest. But that's mostly due to him being so big. He's the biggest cookie on the crew and most of his strength just comes from packing more weight to his punch.

Though another toughy on the ship would be Louis. He may not be very big. But boy that crab arm? He has a grip strong enough to break cookies in half. And enough upper body strength to take your pieces and chuck em overboard--- 💀💀💀I wouldn't mess with either of them tbh--

As for the bounty.. that's a good question. :0 I wanna say Seafoam because he's the Captain an all.. but I really like the idea of Cuttlefish having this dark past and a surprisingly huge bounty over her head- 👀👀

@wilmawillow

<XD I think you might have got those two words switched around. I don't take drawing requests! But I've considered going back to some old artwork and redrawing them in my updated style.. 👀👀

@danikoshi

Not really.. :( There have been times in the past where I have asked for drawing ideas/requests when I was feeling low. But now a days I have plenty of ideas to draw so I don't need to do that anymore-

And to be totally honest, when someone says "Hey draw this thing for me." It just makes me go-

@astaherussy

You can find all the lore you need about Papyrus in this ask post! Just scroll down a bit and you'll find all the links and a bonus paragraph <XD

As for the tags. If you wanna see my AU with Jevil and the gang, you can find that under my #deltarune tag. They're also tagged under #Undertale but that will also bring up my Refinedtale AU and other au stuff-- :00

As for the Octonauts question, bro I EAT questions like these! :DD

Its a very interesting prompt. Usually we think of Captain Barnacles as very level headed and calm. He seems like one to bounce back from any situation and keep leading the team no problem. But man. After something like that? That's gotta scare him to his core.

I can see Barnacles being more tense and not wanting any of the crew to stray too far from him or the Octopod. I can imagine that he would give Kwazii a lot of time to recover, a lot more than he actually needs. And maybe even going as far to forbid him from going on certain missions.

But after a little time and maybe a talk with Kwazii. I'm sure both Kwazii and the Captain would recover from the experience and continue on as normal.

(Also thank you! I hope this response was along the lines of what you were hoping for-- :00 )

I pictured it being like really dense soap bubbles. They smell nice and can be picked off his coat or head. But if you jumped on his coat foam you wouldn't sink through. It would be like a big cushion that you could sit on top of. If that makes sense?? <XDD

@danman22ful

Out my OCs? Probably Seafoam 🥺

Out of the game cookies? Uhhhm.. well, I don't really know/remember any of the characters.. But Tea Knight cookie looks really cool! :0 He gives me major Reinhardt vibes :))

Thank you so much!!!! :DDD

@insanityislife101 (I couldn't find the post in question :((( )

Oh fr??? Cool! He was in character after all! :DD

#my response #octonauts #undertale #deltarune #papyrus #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs #factual fam #welcome home

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fatuismooches · 5 months

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i have been silent but that does not mean i have stopped thinking about dottore

based off of some fanart i saw, im like. 99.9999% sure zandik rarely heard any nice stuff said to him n i dont know why but i just. imagine this in my head. its such a tender, vulnerable and soft moment where zandik, probably akademiya or early fatui days, fits himself between your legs as he wraps his arms around your waist. his head laying comfortably on your thighs as he sits on his knees. its a moment that shows his trust, you know? allowing himself to be small before you, a rare act of submission to your love as your fingers play with his curls, palms warm and soothing as you cup his cheek. n' u just tell him things that he struggles to believe, like how he's so beautiful, and that you care about him, how he deserves to be loved even though he's perceived as a monster. and i dont know, but i wanna gently raise his head by his chin, softly smile at him and say "zandik, you're a good boy." because i know no one has ever ever said that to him, not even his parents.

healing his parental issues frrrr 💪💪💪 IS. IS THIS WEIRD??? IDK IT KINDA SOUNDS WEIRD BUT I DONT KNOW, IN MY HEAD THIS IS JUST. EVERYTHIN FOR ME.

this is just how i imagine zandik, honestly I DONT KNOW WHY BUT THE FANART I SAW FUCKS ME UP AND I WANNA CARE FOR HIM AND PAMPER HIM AND MAKE HIM FEEL THINGS NO ONE CARES ENOUGH TO MAKE HIM FEEL.

i want that boy to be treated like a pretty girl by taking him out on romantic dates and writing him love letters he's 100000% gonna keep, laminate and immortalize. i want to treat that boy like the fragile thing he is, hold him in my arms and kiss him so so gently.

ITS DRIVING ME NUTS.

oh yeah. totally not projecting onto zandik. NOPE. nuh uh. totallllyyyy....

THAT MENTAL IMAGE YOU'VE GIVEN ME... oh my gosh. i am so soft right now. Sniff sob... Zandik being so open and vulnerable in front of you :( OH EDBEWDWE HIM IN THAT POSITION IS MAKING ME CRY HE'S SO CUTE... you have no clue how you managed to get him to be so submissive but you're not going to say anything nor are you going to squander this opportunity. You're not even sure if he's comfortable like that, sitting on his knees but... he seems unbothered and quite actually, content with nuzzling his face into your thighs, having your hands run through his fluffy blue hair soothingly. For once, he is almost eerily silent, instead of being all fight and rebuttal all the time, as he doesn't seem to have a smart answer for your gentle words this time. It's new to you, not him vehemently denying your statements, but you're going to take advantage of it, holding his cheeks and kissing him all over, whispering in his ear softly but firmly about how much you love him and everything you love about him, and that you always will.

CALLING HIM A GOOD BOY... i am on the floor in a puddle and sobbing. Kai your brain >>> peak. But it makes me so sad to know that Zandik's literally never received any kind of positive form of affection all his life 😭 Not even his parents... like fuck I'm in pain for him. It took reader SO long to even break his first wall down (he has like a dozen probably) because of how poorly he was treated by the people who were supposed to "love" him :( he just really needs some love :( i think after a really long time, Zandik would come to really crave your appreciation sometimes. Like, he doesn't make it obvious or anything, but he'll do something like perhaps deal with some fellow scholars without snapping at them, or anything he doesn't really do in general, and look at you expectantly if you haven't praised him yet. Because you're the only one who has ever praised his efforts.

HE DESERVES TO BE PAMPERED SO BAD 😭😭 ugh i know Sumeru is mostly hot and you two can't have any cold bundled up days over there but. i love the idea of you two snuggling and sleeping in one morning. Both of you know you're gonna be late for class, but you're like, fuck it we're skipping. And Zandik scolds you, but he's making no effort to leave either! So... you two just stay in bed cuddling as you pamper him (you definitely were the big spoon quite frequently back then here 😭) Slow and lazy morning as you wash his hair and body in the bathe 🥺 breakfast that you made as he looks over his notes 🥺

Bro i can't even imagine Zandik's reaction to you trying to treat him like a pretty princess 😭 Even when you two are dating he just doesn't understand :( why do you go so far for him? What he gives you in return is far less than what you provide for him... he just doesn't understand, but it seems like you're wholly content with everything the way it is so... he won't let you go.

#smooches talks #moots: kai <3 #dottore love notes <3 #that image is the exact representation of me as well #AND DONT WORRY THIS WASNT WEIRD AT ALL!! i love it *hugs u* i will come and wrap u up in a blanket burrito myself #again this is zandik learning that not every relationship is transactional

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rott3n-woman · 9 months

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"The Heaven's Final Judgement"

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This is the the first time I've ever written something like this and posted it, so it won't be that good.

I've only recently gotten into writing and my friend had encouraged me to post this on here.

So enjoy the oneshot, I guess.

Warning: Angst, probably ooc.

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Why? What did she do wrong?

She tried oh so hard to appease the city in the sky... why is she being punished? Furina stared up at the sky, at the floating island. She saw a glimpse of a pillar falling from the sky. She recognized it. It was the very same pillar that destroyed the neighboring nation.

She knew what this meant, the Gods weren't showing her any ounce of pity. They had made their final decision. She and her crasseuse nation had to go. She stood in the center of Fontaine's city, eyes trained on the sky, drowning in water that she once ruled over. But now, she didn't feel like the ruler of anything. She felt empty, awaiting death as if it was an escape from the pain. Footsteps approached her from behind, but she didn't turn around.

Any sort of movement or attemp of running away would be for naught. The footsteps grew closer, then seized. She then heard a voice she immediately recognized, "My Archon...?", the hoarse and deep voice called out to her. She turned around to meet them in the eye. As soon as they made eye contact, both saw how horrible the other looked. Furina had looked the worst Neuvilette had ever seen her look. Sure he had seen her have multiple panic attacks, seen the fear in her eyes... but now... her eyes are empty, devoid of any of the childlike wonder she usually had. To Furina, he looked worse that she had ever seen him look as well. His hair was messy, he was out of breath, most likely from sprinting over to where she stood.

His eyes, they looked so... sad. As if he was going to cry any moment now. He slowly walked closer to her. She looked up at him, and he looked down at her. Although they spoke no words, they understood that... this was the end. Of Fontaine. Of all their loved ones. And of them. Neuvilette slowly got down on his knees, he reached his hands out and stroked Furina's head.

"I'm sorry...", his voice croaked, and tears filled his eyes. He pulled her form into his, embracing her in their final moments. Furina wrapping her arms around him, hiding her face in his shoulder in hopes of covering the sobs that fell from her lips. She clawed at his back, she didn't want this to happen. She was trying her hardest... why did things have to end like this...? Neuvilette spoke his final words to his Archon. "Evrything is going to be okay, Furina. Our world may be ending, and things may have lost all meaning to you as you await your end... even though I have always acted as though you were a nuisance ever since I met you. That I still love you." The both of them closed their eyes, and embrace each other, as they awaited the final curtain call.

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"I love you too, Neuvie..."

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A/N: This is heavily inspired by a genshin fanart I saw, and it was kind of rushed.

I think I did really good on it and my friend liked it too, but feel free to tell me your opinions.

#Neuvillette x Furina #Neuvillette x Furina platonic #Genshin Impact #Neuvillette #Furina #Focalors #Genshin Impact x Reader #Fontaine #Fontaine x Reader

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fandomshatepeoplewdisabilities · 4 months

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So a plot in one of my fanfics is that a disease spreads through the land that affects only magical people (it eats away at their magic and messes with pretty much everything about them. Several characters become ill and at least one is permanently disabled and one dies. Note that this is just counting the canon characters.) The permanently disabled character ends up with walking difficulties and spends the rest of the fic series as an ambulatory wheelchair user (he was murdered in canon so he's way better off. Also I'm not going to lie i saw an incredible piece of fanart that showed him in a wheelchair and I was INSPIRED!) He gets to still practice magic and fight, just needs to adjust for his new wheels! And of course he also gets to be a political figure, husband and father.

Thing is, it's low-key hard to find information about walking issues that stem from illness that isn't like...polio or rickets. Do you or any of your followers know of any I can look up so I can make this fictional magic disease more realistic (does it affect his nerves? Cause pain? Fatigue? Balance? I'm still unsure)

ok so I'm gonna need the name of the media because this all sounds very vague lol.

As to walking issues it could even be something like multiple sclerosis or arthritis (a friend of mine has MS and my dad has arthritis in his legs/hips). (they're not really comparable it's just that I'm talking to my friend with MS today and he's been my friend since college).

Also for walking issues there's loads of wheelchair users/walker users that are just well old. Like ok my grandma didn't start using a cane until her late 70's but now she because of macular degeneration she's got a cane, a walker and a wheelchair.

For example my mom has arthritis in her hands but her balance is getting worse as she gets older and she like needs the motorized cart at walmart and target and costco. Like her specific issue is actually cirrhosis of the liver and her energy is very low and she can't stay on her feet for very long without getting cramps.

Like I'd suggest watching Night Sky for example its on netflix I think?

it's got sissy spacek and her character and her husband come in contact with this like alien life form that like... cures them kinda? A lot of their disabilities and limitations were simply age related. I didn't watch the whole show tho so sorry if its not good representation but I remember my mom watched the whole thing and wished for there to be a second season.

Followers please let me know if Night Sky was good representation!!! Also any suggestions for this ask would be appreciated!

mod ali

#walking aids #walkers #wheelchair user #writing help #writing advice

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cosmal · 2 years

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Lipgloss | Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary :: You and Steve hate each other, right? Maybe after you both come to a realisation, the both of you finally admit how you feel towards each other at a Hawkins house party.

Warnings/Tags :: post s3, pre s4, drinking, partying, swearing, reflection moment at the end ib a fanart I saw awhile ago!

Steve Harrington, was the most egotistical, selfish, narcissistic, man you had ever had the displeasure of associating yourself with. Which was exactly why you were in love with him, right?

It started off when you were at school. You never really had anything to do with him, but you knew of him. Knew how rude and annoying he seemed. Especially when he was surrounded by his friends.

You had heard the story of how he broke Jonathan Byers' camera. You almost could've punched him square in the jaw when Nancy told you the story. You hated bullies, and you hated him.

Slightly.

But, that was almost three years ago, and the two of you had left school and you both had become completely different people. After everything with the Upside Down, and the Russians, Steve had become such a hard-shelled, but loving person. You watched as he formed a bond with the kids, Robin and Nancy, which only changed him into the kind, strong-willed man he was today.

You, however, changed to be even stronger than you were before everything that happened. At school, you were slightly reserved, always usually watching everything from the sidelines. Not shy, but just hidden. But you could get very hotheaded at times, especially when you were angry with Steve.

But, after witnessing things you'd never even imagined seeing, it changed you for the better. The once voiceless person you had grown to be, had disappeared and grown into the powerful woman you were now.

But no matter how strong you thought you were, your one and only weakness was the new and improved Steve Harrington. He was everything you'd ever wanted, and you hated admitting that to yourself because the both of had spent so many years hating each other, well that's what you assumed, anyway.

You found yourself never changing your ways though, because it was easier to pretend to hate him still, rather than truly admitting to yourself that you had grown to fall in love with the man you swore you would never even get along with.

But to be quite honest, pretending each day was getting harder and harder for you.

"Have you seen my shoes?" Robin had been pacing the hallway between your bathroom and bedroom for the past thirty minutes, flustered and stressing over her outfit choice.

The three of you were getting ready for a party that one of your old school friends was throwing. You were all excited to have some fun after how things had been going in Hawkins. Even though the Mind Flayer had been destroyed and everything had been back to normal for a couple of months, you hadn't had actual fun with your friends since before then.

"Which ones?"

"My red chucks." She fiddled with the earing she was trying to push through the hole in her earlobe.

"You left them at Steve's remember?" Nancy called from around the corner, as she checked over herself in front of your mirror, adjusting the necklace around her neck. She looked absolutely stunning, of course.

"Shit!" Robin almost pulled at her hair before she realised she had styled it the way she wanted it, after fiddling with it for almost thirty minutes.

"Robin, it's okay. Calm down, yeah?" You tried to soothe the flustered girl as you threw on your own shoes, sitting on the edge of your bed.

"No! Vickie will be there and I'm planning on looking good, okay?" She opts on pulling your red converse from your shoe rack instead, almost putting her stressed mind at ease.

"Don't leave your shit everywhere then, huh?" You playfully scold her, finishing up with your laces.

"Yeah well, it's Steve's fault anyways." She grumbled.

"Speaking of Steve," You interject, a curious look in your eyes, "Will he be there?"

"If I say yes, will you still come?" Nancy frowns, throwing her bag over her shoulder, heading towards the door.

"Uh yeah..." You tried not to smile at Nancy's reply, deadpanning at her now happy face. To be honest, you had dressed up a little more than you usually did, hoping Steve would actually be there.

"Good."

The three of you walked up the cobblestone path, trying not to trip over the litter of red cups and empty beer bottles. Robin almost rolling her ankle on a long-forgotten beer pong ball. Passing a couple on the front lawn making out, you enter in through the open front door.

The familiar smell of stale pizza and tequila is an awful one at that, though you couldn’t lie it was one you had shamelessly missed. You had grown to like parties and all the fun memories they held. Ever since finding the right group of friends, the disdain you held for them had disappeared.

“Here you go,” Steve comes out of nowhere, startling the three of you backwards almost out the door. He held three plastic cups in his hands, his own drink pinched between his teeth, slightly mumbling his words.

Robin and Nancy willingly accepted their drinks from Steve, leaving him to take his cup from his mouth, one last drink in his hand. You raise your eyebrow at him, not stopping yourself from raking your eyes down his body. He was clad in black pants, a white top tucked into the waistband, sleeves clinging to his toned arms. A pair of black sunnies hanging from the neck of his shirt, the weight of them pulling it down slightly, exposing the small patch of hair on his chest.

Your mouth ran dry. “Hello? Earth to idiot?” A blur of red disrupts your selfish daze, bringing your attention back to the drink Steve was trying to put in your clammy hand.

“Sorry,” You all but stutter, taking it from his grasp. “I’m sorry, just didn’t think it was for me. Didn’t think you’d have the manners to even think of me.”

“Yeah well, Robin told me to play nice tonight.” The both of you uncharacteristically fall into place next to each other as you follow Nancy and Robin through the crowded house. The two of them flow out into the backyard, though you stop in the half-empty kitchen. Placing your drink down on the bench, you lean back onto the cold linoleum countertop, angling your elbows backwards.

“That’s unlike you, Harrington.” You smirk at him and Steve feels his head go dizzy. He himself does his own selfish eyeing of your body. Shamelessly drinking in every inch of you. You wore a minimalist party dress, though it was almost a bright pink. The thick straps wrapping around your shoulders, and the way you had your elbows pointed behind you only pushed your chest forwards, which he couldn’t help but steal an obliviously long glance at.

He found himself sinking down into a hole he couldn’t help but allow himself to fall into. He shouldn’t feel the way he did about you. You were- well you were you. You were sarcastic, bitter, and unbelievably, infuriatingly- perfect. And that’s why he hated you. Because he shouldn’t. Because he felt he had to after all this time.

“Steve?” Steve. A name you rarely used, but when you did, it cause his heart to pang. “Y’alright?”

“Are you alright? Don’t think you’ve ever asked me that before, Y/L/N.”

“Yeah well, I’m a changing woman.” You half smile up at the boy, “I think we both we might be.”

“Sorry, I’ll go back to my usual ways.” He clears his throat and straightens his back.

“I’m sure you will.” There’s a small silence like Steve is thinking, hard.

“Have I told you how hideous you look tonight, Y/L/N?” His eyes narrow, turning to look at you. You look dejected at his inquiry and he almost regrets saying it. God, he was supposed to be laying off the mean comments. He was only making things worse for himself.

You almost wince at his question, “No. Tell me.” You stare down at him, standing up off of the counter, “Go on.”

Your sudden firmness has him weak in the knees. He hesitates momentarily, his gaze wavering, almost glancing down at your lips for a little too long. Your pink gloss entrancing him.

“I can’t.” He turns his head from you. Eye’s flittering.

You raise your eyebrow at him, turning your head like you heard him wrong, “Sorry?”

Your confused tone has him moving closer to you, wanting to reach forwards and brush your hair behind your ear, and smooth his thumb over the crease between your eyebrows. He suddenly had a newfound confidence, probably caused by the three beers he had already had.

“I said,” He sighs, inwardly cursing himself, “I can’t.” His voice is only just at a volume you can hear over the Bon Jovi playing in the background.

“And why’s that?” It was like you also had a new confidence. Not from the half a drink you had downed, but being drunk on him. The unexpected closeness and the scent of his cologne you could suddenly smell, had your head reeling.

“Because, I’m sick of it, Y/N.” The gap only shrinks more, causing you to press your back into the bench. The cold sensation on your warm skin only dizzied you more, “Sick of pretending I hate you so much when that hasn’t been true for the past year.”

“You’re drunk.” Your throat felt like it was closing in, as you slightly struggled for air. Maybe it was the lack of space he was giving you. “Don’t fuck with me.”

“I mean it,” He was now inches from you, breath fanning over your lips. “I don’t hate you, Y/N. Far from it, actually.” His words were only backed up by his eyes on your lips.

You can’t help yourself when you reach out to grip his white shirt in your hands, probably wrinkling the pressed fabric between your fingers, “I think I might feel the same way about you, too, Steve.”

“Fuck,” He murmurs, “Can I kiss you? Because, I’m finding it really hard not to, right now,”

He didn’t even look up at you, gaze fixed on your sticky lips. You nod at his question.

“You sure? I need to know that you actually want this, that it’s not just me-“

“Fuck, shut up for once, Harrington and fucking kiss me!”

That was all it took for Steve to crash his lips into yours. This kiss heated, lips slipping around each other and teeth clashing. The mixture of beer and pineapple juice blending together in the junction of your mouths. His hands found themselves at your hip and your face, the cold feeling like fire against your warm skin.

It wasn’t long before you were pulling away from each other, lips swollen and wet, a touch of glitter along his skin from your lipgloss. You reached forward to grab the sunglasses from his shirt, and placed them over his face, your fingers ghosting his cheeks.

“Your eyes might fall out of your head, Steve.” You giggle at his blissed-out expression, reaching up to playfully closed his parted lips. Hands lingering on his jaw. He looked speechless, honestly.

You lean down to open your purse, pulling the sparkly pink lipgloss from its pockets. Standing on your tiptoes, you stare into the reflection of his black sunnies. Steve places his hands on your hips to steady you, still looking a little stunned. You swipe the wand over your inflated lips to apply a new coat of the gummy makeup.

You lean up to place a kiss to his cheek, a new layer of glitter on his face. “Thanks, Harrington.” You leave him there in the middle of the kitchen, a hand to his warming cheeks, throat bobbing dryly. His loving eyes hidden behind the polarised plastic lenses.

“What happened to the quiet Y/N I used to know?” He calls out to you before you round the corner to the backyard.

“Left her in the upside down, Stevie!”

Stevie. Fuck, he was in trouble for sure.

#steve harrington #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #stranger things

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strangesmouth · 2 years

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Shower

ONESHOT} You and Stephen end up taking a shower together.

PAIRING} Stephen Strange x Female!Reader

WARNINGS} SMUT!18+, angst, fluff, lots of filth, fingering, blowjob, unprotected sex, PRAISE

WORD COUNT} 4,888

-}This fanart (credit to OWNER!!!) inspired THIS absolute filth, which this could have gone a lot of ways but you will see how it is soon.

-} This piece is dedicated to Strange Cult. this picture has lit this amazing, funny, extremely horny, chaotic chat up more times than can be counted at this point. I sincerely hope this itches some brains the right way. Enjoy you horny bitches.

It was late, and you were just tired of it all. You were exhausted because of all the people you’d been around lately. There were so many fake smiles, “How are you, hon?”’s, and glared exchanges. It’s not unusual, it’s not even rare for it to happen in your guys’ line of work, but it has been getting to be a lot lately. It was even worse when you tried to talk to Stephen about it because it felt like he didn’t exactly understand it. He was used to people, especially people he had to be around and didn’t exactly like. You understood why he has that power; he used to be a surgeon. He had to do his due diligence and be the best, knowing those people wouldn’t think of him much past a signature on a document. It felt like he just wanted you to have tougher skin, when really, you just wanted to talk to the one person in this world you could trust. You just wanted him to listen.

“Are you okay?” His voice rang in your ear as you sat in the passenger's seat with your head laid on the window, hand covering your forehead so the lights on the street wouldn’t give you a headache, another pain to have for the night. You turned to him and saw a concerned look, but he was trying to keep his eyes on the road. He seemed worried about looking over at you at all.

“I’ll be fine. It’s just been a long night. I just want to go home and go to bed.” You barely spoke. He still heard you, judging by the way his face softens when you start speaking.

“That bad today?” He tried to poke at your brain. His left hand was on the wheel, his right elbow leaning on the center console and his hand rested comfortably on the shifter. “I can see that you’re tired, and I’m tired, too. I’m sorry, but we still have a 15 minute drive left. Humor me, YN.” He moved his right hand to rest on your thigh. It makes you close your eyes for a second as you feel the warmth of his hand settle into it. His hands and movements seem so genuine, but his words seem harsh.

“The party seemed like it was a bit much for a week filled with meetings and strategies, and fighting involved.” You muttered. This past week really has worn you down. Tonight’s party was not in the least bit relaxing, either. About 30 minutes into the party, you were already begging Stephen to bring you back home.

“You know how they like to celebrate that they didn’t die. They like you! They wanted you there! You’re a part of the team. Plus, I'm a little bit guilty of the same need for celebration.” He looks at you for a split second to see what your face reads. He sees your smile. You gave a silly chuckle, and it prompted him to laugh with one of the goofiest laughs you’d ever heard out of him. It was very nice to hear that side of him.

“Yeah okay, I guess you’re right. It is pretty good you came back.” You said with a little more energy. His company is all you missed. You were excited to be home and alone with him.

“It’s good you came back, too. I’m glad we’re both safe and not fighting anything for the time being.”

“With our jobs, Stephen? I don’t think our break will last very long.”

“So, I'm hearing you would like to spend whatever amount of time we have until our vacation gets cut short to just have fun? No expectations?” He asked. His grip on your thigh tightened, ever so slightly, and you could see his eyes widen as he looked at the road. His stupid smile formed, as you could imagine in his head he was trying to hold it at bay. It really was a sweet gesture, but you also know that you guys haven't been on the smoothest of roads lately. The stupid fights you would have, the big fights that would happen at the most inconvenient times. It angers and saddens you, the waves of it sinking your heart into your stomach as you remember it all. It sucked but it happens. We do have high-stress occupancies. It’s not that you two don’t like each other. You guys are just humans with tendencies to bottle things up, which leads to both of your guys’ explosive moods.

You honestly didn’t take kindly to his suggestion. It wasn’t because he was trying to be suave and avoid talking about anything, it just hurts you when he doesn’t listen to you. You weren’t trying to take it personally, but it was late, and the wonders that being tired does to your reflexes is a little bit unfair. You scoffed lightly and turned your head to the window for a second, and then back. “There are never any expectations with you, Stephen.” The seat warmer makes you melt a little lower.

“What is that supposed to mean? ” His demeanor changes. He looks a little angry. It looks as though he’s going to take his hand away. His sweet, warm, soft hand. You don’t want him to move his fingers from their position. Not even an inch. It’s been a very long week.

“Nothing, I'm sorry. Please, let’s just get home.” You placed your palm on top of his delicately placed hand. His posture shifts, as if he doesn’t know or fully understand what has just happened. He relaxes his hand under yours on your thigh and turns down the final street. “Are you sure, YN?” He asked in a monotone voice. You can tell he’s upset. His driving slows down, as he pulls up to your driveway. “Yes, it’s fine. I’m just really tired.” You replied. He started to rub your thigh as he turned off the car. You can’t seem to stop focusing on his hands.

Warm, cloud-like fingers. Sweet and delicate shapes being drawn. The heat of his body being absorbed by your cold skin.

The feeling warms your stomach up in a way you haven’t felt in a while. You and Stephen were just so busy this week, there was barely time for you guys. It feels like a phantom feeling inside of you.

“You do realize I could have used my ring to portal us here, right?” He asks, trying to break the tension in the air. It works.

“Yes, I will never forget that you can. On the other hand, you still do know that I prefer we do things normally rather than just take shortcuts. It’s good for us.” You say sweetly. A faint smile grows as your sleepiness hits harder.

“A fair point, my darling. Now come on, sleepyhead. Let’s go get ready for bed.” He lifted his right hand up from your thigh, and lightly caressed your chin. He carefully placed a kiss on your cheek. You notice that he sounds ready to get out of the car.

“That doesn’t sound like a bad plan.” You say weakly, the exhaustion seeps in. You manage to crawl out of the car and get to the door with Stephen, he unlocks the door and leads you in by holding the small of your back. You revel in the feeling.

“Would you like me to make you a snack?” He asks. “No, thank you. I just want a bath and some sleep. In our own bed.” You whined sweetly. He smiles and pulls you in for a hug. His scent floods your senses. You missed him so much. You started to tear up. He hears a sniffle on his shirt and he immediately starts asking what happened.

“I’m just really tired and I want to go to bed already.” You said, and this time he doesn’t believe it.

“YN, What is wrong?” He pulls you away from his chest to see your puffy eyes. “What’s really going on?” He finished.

“I’m frustrated.” You said as a few tears fell down your cheeks.

“About what?” He begs for more. His eyes are concerned, and squinted. His stare makes you blank for a moment.

“About you.” You confessed. Tonight was not going how you wanted it to. “I’m also upset that I've been undercut and dismissed lately. I just don’t want to fight about this right now. Can we just get ready for bed?” You pulled away from him and started walking to the bedroom.

“What? No, we should talk about this.” He followed. You exhaled, obviously just wanting to slip into the bedsheets and reset.

“Stephen, just drop it, please. I'm just moody and tired. Getting some sleep-” You walked up to the dresser and opened a drawer to pull out some pj’s.

“No! You don’t get to walk away! YN, please. Let me help.” He pleads. You were getting heated up.

“There’s nothing that we can do about it right now. Stephen, please. Forget about it.” You finished. You wished you’d never said anything. You wished you guys could go back to being cuddly and sweet.

“Yes, there is! I can help you, I can make you comfortable-”

“No! You can’t just make me comfortable! You can’t just go get my favorite things and come back after we fight! You can’t just draw my baths or prep anything for me, Stephen. It’s not about comfortability! You just don’t listen sometimes! I just want you to listen to my issues, even if it goes away in 30 minutes. Please! Please, hon.” You stopped to take a few breaths. “I just wanted to go to bed. I didn’t want to do this tonight.” You walked towards the bathroom.

“YN…” He whispers as he reaches for your shoulder. His touch reverberates throughout your body, and it makes you stop in your tracks. “I’m sorry.” He utters.

“No, we don’t-” He ends your sentence by just bringing his tall frame against your back. “We do. What don’t I listen to, my love?” His right hand trails down your upper arm, and finds its place in your hand. He rubs your back with his other hand as he feels you breathe. He can tell you’re still tense. You hesitate for a moment, but decide to speak about it so it isn’t something he can pester you for hours about, because you know he will.

“About the people. And our appearances, and egos the size of Texas, and not to mention yours in that mixture. It’s a lot. It was a lot for me. I don’t take kindly to the fake sh*t. You know that. I don’t have grievances. I tried to talk to you about this multiple times this week and you just told me that I need to calm down, that they’re just a day of my life and I won’t have to worry about them ever again in a few days.” You told him, finally. As you spoke, his hands would continue to rub you, trying to make you feel better. “I knew I would feel better in a few days because we’d be here. But I just wanted you to listen to me about it.” There's silence before he replied to your confession.

“Egos the size of Texas?” He asked in your ear. It made you a little mad again.

“Stephen Strange-” He could hear the seething in your voice.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I was just trying to make you laugh. I’m sorry I didn’t listen this week. I really am.” He spinned you around to make you face him. “I am sorry, and I'm sorry that egos the size of Texas were a part of it. Including making you straddle mine, as well. I can sympathize with you for not liking it. It wasn’t just a skill I magically had, and it was a skill I had to learn, and sharpen. So I'm extremely sorry I couldn’t be sympathetic before, when you needed me to be.” He apologized and cupped your face. You leaned into it. His touch is all that’s holding you together right now.

“Thank you, baby, I really appreciate it.” You playfully sighed. “Now can I get ready for bed?” He gave you a kiss and you went to get ready for a soak in the bathroom. He followed behind you.

“We’re just good now?” He asked. He felt like he should walk on eggshells.

“Yes, that’s how this works, we talk, someone apologizes and we move on. We’re fine, my darling. Thank you.” You say softly with a smile as you try to prepare yourself for a plunge into the tub.

“Really? Everything is okay? You're really okay?” He probed one last time to make sure.

“Yes, my love. That’s all I wanted. Plus, you 're wrong about one thing. I do like to straddle you.” You start to slowly take off your jacket and shorts, leaving you in your shirt and some underwear.

“No.” He says bluntly. You look at him, brows furrowed, wondering why he answered his own question, and his smile makes you chuckle. “No? What is there to ‘No.’ about, darling?” You wondered as you sat on the side of the tub and turned the faucet on.

“I meant, ‘No’,. But not about you straddling me, I believe you’re telling the truth. I just don’t think our time would be best spent taking a bath, my love.” He says as he moves to quickly turn off the faucet you’d just turned on.

You had become annoyed with him, now. “Stephen, I’ve been waiting all week to get home and take a ba-” He grabbed your face once more as he stood in front of your body.

He kissed you. Fiercely, intensely, passionately. You relax, no longer annoyed at him. Your body melted underneath his as he continued to allow his tongue to sloppily slip into your mouth at any given chance he’d get. His mouth was warm and wet, persuading you to not care about whatever he’d just done to piss you off.

You didn’t know where it came from. He lifted you up so that you were standing again. He manages to undress himself and remove the clothes you had left on your body with a quickness. He could feel your lack of strength to keep yourself upright anymore and he wrapped your arms around his neck. All you could do was keep kissing him until you both couldn’t breathe.

He takes hold of your thighs once he takes a deep breath, and picks you up. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and your arms tighten around his neck . You’re now being held by Stephen with your forehead connected to his as he walks to the shower to turn it on. He lays you against the cold, marbled wall, and kisses you again. His lips envelop yours in another exceptional, face numbing kiss.

The water very quickly starts to run hotter and hotter over you two. It doesn’t bother you, if anything it makes you want him more. The steam that starts to build, the feeling of his body holding you up against a wall so you could do absolutely nothing but whatever he wanted. It sends a shock to your stomach in anticipation of what’s next. You couldn’t help yourself, your left hand traveled from being held behind his head, to resting against his chest as he started to nibble down the right side of your jaw. The sounds he could evoke out of you were music to his ears, and he wasn’t even inside of you yet. You grew needier to feel him.

“You’re breathing heavy, my love.” He whispered into your ear as you moaned out to his nibbles.

“Stephen-” You pleaded weakly. He just wanted to tease you. He wanted to drive you crazy.

“God, YN, your skin is perfect.” He continued to kiss you down your neck. He bit your neck harshly and it made you groan out loud. “What, baby?” He beams with a cocky smile.

“I… I want you.” You said breathlessly.

“What? I couldn’t hear you. What did you say, my love?” The smile that took over his face was dangerous.

“I want you.” You said as sternly as you could, given that your body had the same characteristics of a puddle right now, that wasn’t saying much. Stephen could understand you, though. You could feel it because his eyes had grown darker, his breathing had gotten deeper but sharper, his face had turned more animalistic. He wanted to make you feel good. Every nip, kiss and touch makes you jump and gasp.

Soon, Stephen’s lips had made their way down to your nipple, and with one of his hands he began to massage your breast. As he works his magic on you, Stephen began to think of everything he could do to you tonight, and he had to take a moment to think about what he would like to do with you first.

But you couldn’t think about the thoughts he might be having anymore. All you could think about was the immense pleasure you’d felt of his tongue warming your chest up. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about him just placing his fingertips on your most sensitive area. At this point, he knows that that is exactly what you were waiting for. He let go of your nipples and focused on your face.

“Why’d you stop?” You whined. He was far from over. He just wanted to look at your face as he dipped his hand down below to feel the slippery mess he’d gotten a head start at making the moment that he started kissing you over the tub. You looked shocked as his hand began to work. This was even more intense. You were like the main dish on the menu, and he was just tasting everything on his plate. He connected his forehead to yours as he moved his fingers along your folds and to tease the sensitive bundle of nerves above your entrance. Every time he moved his fingers, it made you groan or plead out loud in pleasure.

“Does it feel good, my love?” He asks. He’s leaving pecks on your cheeks as he draws a line to your gorgeous, panting mouth, and he can’t resist kissing you as you yelp and whine in pleasure. His eyes were wide as he watched you drown yourself in him, and he found it to be the perfect time to force his tongue into your mouth to keep your throat from going hoarse at the unexpected dip of his fingers into your core.

“Y-Yes…” You stuttered. Your face turned warm as the realization set in about what just happened, your voice became nothing but a bit of a squeak. Your face changed from relaxed and foggy to begging and pleading. The sensation of his thumb on your clit, and your g-spot being stimulated every time he flexes his middle and ring finger against the most sensitive part of your walls. It shook your entire body against the wall.

“Please! Please, Stephen!” You screamed out. He knew what you wanted, and he took his time before he gave it to you.

“No. You’ll wait.” The message sends shivers up your spine, his tone jolted something awake in you, and you feel fluttering in your lower abdomen. Something started to build. There’s a knot that you have to break. You pant hard. Your throat becomes too tired to try coherent words anymore, instead your moans, groans, yelps and squeaks turn into a jumble of sounds and catches in your throat.

“Such pretty noises, my sweet girl.” His fingers try to feel even deeper inside of you as he listens to your sinful, delightful noises. Your body gives up and shakes while a guttural wail escapes your lungs. You felt a complete wave of pleasure and vibration wash over your entire body.

He pulled his digits out of you. You cried out in protest as he brought the hand he used on you to the wall next to your head. His head began to hang lowly between his shoulder blades as he stared you down. “Why?” You pleaded for an answer.

“I didn’t tell you that you could cum, did I? You didn’t even ask, my love.” He growls. Your cheeks felt even hotter than the water that ran from the showerhead.

He let you down slowly, making sure your feet hit the ground before he let go of you completely.

“Only good girls get rewarded with pleasure.” He said into your ear. It sends a jolt like lighting up your spine. You shudder under his gaze as you prepare yourself for whatever else he has planned. He grabbed your shoulders, and he repositioned you both so that you were in opposite positions now.

“Stephen, please I-” He cupped his hand delicately on your face and shut you up with another kiss. The feeling of the water continues to ignite the wants you ached for in your core.

“Bad girls don’t get to speak unless spoken to.” He said as he pulled away from the kiss, seeing the airhead look you made when you begin to lose yourself under his touch. You kept your mouth shut by biting your lower lip. He looked at your lips and quickly scanned your body up and down with his heavy hand rested on your waist. “Get on your knees, my love.” He demands. You happily obliged, hoping this punishment would reward you with more.

“Yes, my darling.” You replied.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t fuck you up against the wall. In fact, he was more than advanced at it. He intentionally lifted you higher above his waist so he could tease you. All you could’ve felt at this point was the faint pokes of his member under your ass, otherwise, you would’ve sheathed his cock immediately as he settled you into his touch. He planned this. He planned to make you a writhing, frustrated mess.

You settled onto your knees, a platter served right in front of Stephen. You looked at his member, and then up at him. You waited for instructions.

“Are you waiting for an invitation, YN?” He questioned as he brought a hand to rest on your head. You gasp slightly, his words more than enough motivation for you.

Starting slowly, you enveloped the tip of his cock. He groans at the action. You swirl your tongue along the slit to collect the precum that had been slowly leaking out. It’s delicious. Then, you start to slide more of him into your mouth. He hissed as you tried to take as much of him as you could in your throat. “Fuck” He huffed. You couldn’t bottom out yet. He sat in your mouth without moving for a few seconds.

“Open your eyes, my angel.” He ordered, and you slowly bat them open, trying not to let any water in.

You couldn't describe the feeling of being so powerless beneath him. He loved the way you looked right now, mouth expanded with his cock, the water that falls on you both as you continue to try and take more of him in. You gagged a bit, and it creates a mess of saliva at his base.

After you got used to the feeling of him in your throat, you bobbed your head on him. He moaned loudly and leaned his head back, and then his entire body against the wall. You felt proud knowing you were the only person that could touch him and make him feel this way, so you laid a hand on his happy trail and closed your eyes. You continued to bob your head for him as his moans and grunts flooded the echoey bathroom.

“Your mouth is so good, YN. So… warm…” Stephen mutters through groans.

This went on for quite a while before he took a hold of your hair and pulled you off of his now glistening cock.

You marvel at the sight of it. It made you exhale and your chest began to tighten with excitement.

Stephen pulled you up into his embrace.

“You can’t be too tired, already, my love. I haven’t even gotten to paint your insides with my dick.”

You gasped and your knees buckled beneath you to his words faster than you could beg him to. He caught you by hooking his arm around your waist and pulling your chest into his.

“It’s okay, sweet girl. You don’t need to do anything, just let me.” He finished, breathing heavy, you could see the lust in his eyes, too tired to even mention it before he picked you back up. This time, he lined his cock up with your entrance, so when you instinctively wrap your legs around him, you inadvertently cause his thickness to glide in a little too quickly. It causes you to yelp in ecstasy. Stephen heard this sinful sound escape your lips and turned while walking with you perched on his dick to lay your upper back against the wall to his right. You were just a bundle of arms and legs that moved as he moved in this moment. His length began to move inside of you and you took your hands and cupped his face in pure bliss.

“Stephen, I missed you…” You breathed out against his lips. He groans at your words, and his pace quickens. You leaned your head in towards him to give him a kiss, and he accepted it greedily, biting your lip. You moaned at the gesture, and it made Stephen buck his hips harshly into your core. It makes you gasp and cry out, knowing that he is not about to slow down on any account.

“YN, You look so amazing like this. Wet, desperate, heaving. You’re doing such a good job taking it, my love. You feel so good around me.” He praises you. And with that, you start to unravel. You can feel yourself within reach of orgasm again. His hips snapped with every inhuman thrust. You could feel yourself clench around his member, not wanting him to stop.

You began to yelp and scream uncontrollably in Stephen’s grasp. His cock was pounding you at such an intense rate, you could barely hold yourself together.

“Good girl, holding it for me.” He whispered.

“Fuck.” You groaned. “Please. Please, just let me.” You begged.

He chuckled lightly as he beams at the sight of your impending closeness.

“I’m sorry, my love. I can’t understand you. Let you do what?”

“Let me cum! Please! Please!” Your eyes

“Cum, my love.” He allowed it. Your orgasm immediately washed over you. A string of Stephen’s name and a few curse words escape your lips as you clench hard around his member, and come undone between him and the wall, leaving you a limp mess. Stephen continues to chase his high, and as his thrusts became sloppy right before you reached yours, you suspected him to be close as well. You watched him use your cunt as a way to relieve himself. It was a gorgeous sight. His eyes were closed shut, his mouth was parted open slightly, and his grunts and moans are an absolute melody to your ears.

You can see and feel the moment where he reached his high. His eyes widened, showing the shock on his face as his seed fills you up. You kissed him once again, and revelled in the feeling of being full of his cum. You two sat there for a minute, and he slowly pulled out of you, a sight he drools at as his seed flows out. He then brought you slowly back to your feet.

“I could watch that happen over and over again, my love. Now come here, let me wash you up.” He breathed heavily as he pulled your short stature into his chest for a hug. You take short breaths as his hands explore and wash your body. You both washed up the best you could in your tired states, the definition of taking a shower meant something completely different to the both of you now.

“I want to go to sleep,” You sighed. “Let’s go lay our heads on our pillows, please.” You suggested.

“I don’t think I could come up with a better idea.” He smiles. His soft lips find yours once again.

He picked you up bridal style, and walked out of the bathroom to place you on the bed comfortably. Your body sinks into the mattress, the softness of the covers hits your skin and you relax. Stephen makes his way around the bed to climb in with you. He invites you to nestle up to his right side with his arm around you. Your legs intertwined together as you both settled for sleep.

“Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams.” He whispers into the apex of your head and gives it a kiss. His fingers traced more shapes and lines into your skin to help lull you to sleep.

“Goodnight, my darling. I’ll see you in the morning.”

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i remember back in the day seeing fanart of zenyatta hanging out with dva cuz they were the youngest heroes in the game, can uou write something like that? where dva finds out zen is 20 and is like "do you want to form an alliance with me?" (i desperately need him to have more friends anyways love your stuff)

Hana hardly ever got to just walk around Gibraltar. Usually when things had gone quiet enough at the Watchpoint and there was no immediate danger to go flying off to, that was when she'd head back to Busan for however long she might have to check in with the Meka squad and Dae-hyun, or she'd be hosting a stream--but today she was too burnt out for either of that. Unfortunately here she was standing, in her silly little bucket hat and sunglasses (for celebrity anonymity of course) and feeling that old anxiety of A stream wouldn't be that much energy, what am I even doing here? But the sheer unfamiliarity of Gibraltar's streets more or less answered the question for her--she had barely gotten the chance to get outside since joining Overwatch, and she had been pouring virtually all of her free time into maintaining her online presence. Usually Lúcio would be her wingman for a day out like this, but he was taking care of some business back in Rio--could she have volunteered to help out with that? No.. no... she was supposed to be taking a break. She sullenly sipped her grass jelly milk tea as she walked down the street, and then held her free hand in front of herself, watching her own fingers twitch unconsciously, constantly expecting all those split-second reactions either gaming or piloting would demand. She sighed into the straw, sending up a grumpy burble of bubbles amidst the cubes of grass jelly and ice.

I could go shopping, she thought to herself, I'm pretty sure I've been cycling through the same four outfits for my streams since coming to Gibraltar and that's not good for--oh my god, I'm still thinking about the streams.

She slumped her back against a building, rocking back on her heels as she drew in another long sip, trying to clear her mind and just people-watch. It was a wonder how Gibraltar still managed to have so many tourists despite how many of the locals were freaked out by the Watchpoint. Hana paused mid-sip as she saw a single, familiar figure standing in front of a shop window. The shiny chrome-dome of an omnic donning some well-worn monk's clothing. Zenyatta was standing, hands clasped behind his back like an old man, staring into a shop window. The sun was glaring on the glass from her angle, so she made her way over to see what he was looking at. She blinked several times and glanced back at Zen, unsuccessfully trying to gauge his expression before looking back to the window display. In the window was a mannequin posing in a stylish jogger-inspired outfit that honestly wasn't a far cry from the hardy, lovingly draped styles of the Shambali. It featured a cropped jacket with somewhat bulky pockets on the chest, and high-waisted pants that cinched at the ankles, all in a warm fallow tone. Holos on the glass flashed "NEW" and "SALE" and "100% SUSTAINABLE AND FAIR-TRADE MATERIALS." She looked at Zen again.

A longing, yet thoughtful, "Hmm..." slipped out of Zen.

"So... are you going to try it on?" said Hana folding her arms.

Zen visibly startled. "Oh--My apologies, Hana, I was lost in thought. What did you mean?"

"The outfit you've been staring at," Hana shrugged, "I mean you have the waist for it."

"Really?" Zenyatta glanced back at the window display, then seemed to catch himself. "I--" Zenyatta hesitated, "I was merely admiring it. Obviously I have no need for such a... such..." he trailed off, still staring at the

"Come on," Hana tugged him by the elbow into the store.

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"I don't carry money," Zenyatta said from inside the dressing room.

"Don't worry about it," said Hana, leafing through a clothes rack herself.

"Omnics don't need to eat or drink, and our requirements for shelter are more... minimal.. than humans."

"Uh huh," D.Va pulled a shirt off the rack and examined it. Truth be told, the clothes here were a bit too 'hippie' or 'military surplus' or 'military surplus hippie' to be her style, and it wasn't exactly Meka's sleek, sporty brand, either--You're doing it again... she thought to herself.

"Is there something you wished to talk about?" asked Zenyatta.

"Not really," Hana shrugged, "I mostly came out here to clear my head. And it's easier to shop with someone than just shop alone."

"I see," said Zenyatta, "And how are you doing in that endeavor?"

"Shopping?" Hana held up a faded blue sleeveless shirtdress skeptically.

"Clearing your mind," Zenyatta spoke up from inside the dressing room.

"You know you don't have to do that all the time, right?" Hana grinned.

"I don't understand."

"Do the whole... counselor thing with everyone."

"I believe caring about one's allies is not limited to one's duty to a team. I can care about you as an individual, Hana."

D.Va snorted. "Are you going to show me the outfit or not?" she put one hand on her hip.

The dressing room door swung open and Zenyatta carefully stepped out, smoothing the jacket and slightly readjusting the waistband of the pants. Hana's eyes widened. He really did have the

"...okay you can't not get that," she said, gesturing at the outfit with her drink.

"I am quite capable of not getting it as I do not carry money," said Zenyatta.

"Psh. No problem," said Hana with a shrug, "Meka has like, a CRAZY line of credit and I'm so bad at remembering to use it. I'll just buy it for you!"

"As a monk, I must embrace a life of humility and simplicity, and it is not within my --" Zenyatta started, but realized Hana was giving him a raised eyebrow, 'come on' look. "I... suppose... it would be more outside of my beliefs as a monk to refuse a gift from a friend."

Hana snorted a little.

"Thank you, Hana, truly," Zenyatta gave a slight bow of his head.

"It's not a big deal... Hana said, glancing off and itching at her cheek with a fingernail.

He wore it out of the store, and got more than a few glances and rubbernecks as he and Hana walked together. His shoulders bunched up as someone wolf-whistled from across the street. Hana just snickered. It was fun seeing someone else snag a lot of attention for once.

"I told ya you have the waist for it," Hana elbowed him.

"Quite remarkable," Zenyatta fidgeted with the cuffs of the jacket.

"Well, you have good taste," she tossed her drink in a nearby trashcan.

"I was reflecting more of the fact that, despite the fact that you said you were taking time for yourself today, you went out of your way to do something kind for someone else."

"It's just a little bit of shopping! It's not a big deal," Hana pocketed her hands.

"You did not answer my question, earlier," Zenyatta glanced toward her. It was already a little off-putting seeing him walking rather than floating, and the fact that he was taller than her when standing only compounded that.

"What question?"

"About your experience in clearing your mind."

Hana huffed. "Of course you're still hung up on that."

"Naturally. I care about my friend."

Hana gave him a frustrated pout before interlacing her fingers behind her head and sighing. "I'm really bad at it, honestly."

"Oh?"

"I keep thinking about the Meka squad, or maybe that I could be running diagnostics on Tokki and sending notes back to Dae-hyun, or maybe I could be streaming and telling my fans that Overwatch is doing a good job--we're doing a good job, right?"

Zenyatta shrugged.

"So I'm thinking about all that even though I'm just supposed to be here, and I'm just supposed to be having a good time, and then I just--I just bullied you into getting a tracksuit just to distract myself!"

"You bought this tracksuit," Zenyatta offered, "And I do appreciate it, greatly."

"Hrmgh," Hana folded her elbows forward from her interlaced fingers with exasperation.

"From the sound of it, however, it would seem that you do have a great awareness of your own thoughts," he mused.

"Eh?" Hana glanced at him.

"Well, when most think of honing one's mental focus, of clearing one's mind, the typical image is of the monk on the mountaintop in perfect concentration."

"You mean... you," Hana said with a slight finger-gun gesture.

"Possibly. But to ask the mind not to think is to ask a fish not to swim. Even the electrical brain of an omnic is constantly running multiple algorithms simply to maintain our systems and our sensory intake."

"So what's the trick?"

"...what you have been doing all afternoon--noticing when your mind is going in a direction you don't want it to go, and course-correcting."

Hana stared at him for a few seconds. "That's it?"

"That's it," Zenyatta shrugged.

"No--no--no--there's gotta be more," Hana scratched under the brim of her bucket hat.

"Well.. to make it easier, you can come up with a mantra."

"Okay, there it is," said Hana.

"'Mantra' simply translates to 'mind tool.' It is only a short phrase you employ to re-center yourself when you find your thoughts wandering beyond your control."

"Right. 'Om.'"

"It doesn't have to be 'om.'"

"It doesn't?"

"It can be virtually any phrase that emphasizes that this space within your mind is a space you can return to for peace and clarity. It can be something you associate with a good memory, or simply a phrase that comforts you to hear, or something that is unique enough to break you out of negative thought patterns."

"Liiiike... 'grass jelly tea?'" Hana was winding a strand of hair around her finger thoughtfully.

"If that is what works. The mind is wonderfully unique, is it not?"

"Yeah..." Hana said, glancing off. A few long seconds passed before she suddenly perked up. "You did it again," she said, pouting.

"Hm?"

"You don't have to keep doing it, you know!" Hana splayed her hands, pacing in front of Zenyatta.

"...talking to you?" Zenyatta tilted his head.

"Yeah--I mean no--I mean yeah--I mean we can just hang out! You don't need to be doing all the... 'meditation mantra training' thing!"

"No, but... I do very much appreciate your curiosity. And it makes me happy to offer advice to my friend."

"Well yeah, but--" Hana huffed. "Do you ever turn off?"

"Omnics can enter a low-power mode," Zenyatta said blithely.

"I mean the whole selfless, self-sacrificing thing," Hana said flatly.

"I could ask you the same thing," Zenyatta responded, "I suppose we could simply both learn to course-correct together."

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About a week and a half had passed since that day, and Zenyatta was quietly meditating in one of his favorite spots on the watchpoint cliffs overlooking the sea. He heard someone clear their throat behind him and glanced over his shoulder.

"Uh--hey," Hana gave an awkward wave. "Room for one more?"

Zenyatta wordlessly scooted to one side and Hana plopped down next to him. She closed her eyes and took a long steady breath.

"Grass jelly tea," she said, very quietly to herself, "Grass jelly tea..."

She opened one eye at Zenyatta, expectantly.

"You're doing fine," said Zenyatta, "Though, of course, you are a better judge of your own thoughts than I am. Your mantra is your companion. It is not a bludgeon against your other thoughts."

"Okay, okay, okay--" Hana shut both her eyes and took another deep breath. "Grass jelly tea..." she said again.

"Hana?" Zenyatta spoke up.

"What? What am I doing wrong? It's the mantra. I knew it. The mantra's dumb, isn't it?"

"I like your mantra," said Zenyatta, "I simply wished to say that I watched your stream last night, and I enjoyed it greatly. It is wonderful to see how loved you are by your fans."

Hana blinked a few times. "Th-thanks... you could join the next one, if you want."

"That would be interesting..." said Zenyatta, "Now--as we were?"

Hana took another deep breath and settled where she was seated. "Grass jelly tea..." she said again.

#Hana Song #dva overwatch #tekhartha zenyatta #overwatch #overwatch fic

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imminentinertia · 2 months

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SHIPPER TAG GAME

@lurkingshan tagged me, thank you darling! So now I'm forced to admit that whispers I'm honestly not much of a shipper

I get into shows and films, but rarely so much that I get invested in couples (canon or otherwise). Even rarer, so much that I start taking ship war sides. Notable exception: Harmony (Harry/Hermione) because that ship came with the stupidest shit I've ever seen in any fandom.

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

What do you mean, don't care anymore. I absolutely do care about every ship I've ever shipped.

No wait - as a very young teenager I was so into Alice Hoffman's books it's not even funny. Especially Property Of. I wasn't terribly into the nameless main character, but I adored The Dolphin and thought McKay would be much better off with him. Then I grew up and realised that Property Of is pretty badly written and has a frightfully naïve plot (no wonder, she was practically a baby when she wrote it), although it really hit the spot for a 13 year old with a rabid case of bad boy syndrome, and completely stopped caring about any of the characters.

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

The first I went insane about was Harry/Draco, so probably that.

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

Harry/Draco. I wasn't going to write fic at all! Wasn't interested in writing them myself! But I got so fed up with all the horrible purple prose in a lot of fics, wrote a pisstake, and it escalated.

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

No. That was so many years ago. SO MANY.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

No. When I get into discourse it's about other things than ships. When I try to start discourse it's definitely about other things.

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?

Some pairings squick me, but I tend to forget the horrors as quickly as I discover them.

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

Jaeyoung/Sangwoo (Semantic Error).

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

VEGAS/PETE. I also adore a number of other BL couples, but that's the OTP. Show versions, not book originals.

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Spooks WASTED A BRIILLIANT OPPORTUNITY for a ship that could have been either canon or not-canon by KILLING A GUY ten minutes after he meets THE POTENTIAL LOVE OF HIS CANON OR NOT-CANON LIFE. They barely had time to share some chips. YES I AM EXTREMELY MAD, 16 YEARS LATER.

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

To me, any ship that's well written and where both characters are well formed and not limp 2D shit can be kind of interesting. I can't remember any of my squick pairings starting to intrigue me. Does it count that I used to dislike any KinnPorsche pairing featuring Ken, but I'm starting to quite like them?

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

Oh, I'm sure I do. I like age gaps. People are often very weird about them.

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

Giant Squid/anyone. Such a great setup for crack tentacle porn.

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of?

I've read a fuckton of Harry/Draco, but because of betaing and rec blog running it might be Even/Isak? Give it enough time and it will be Vegas/Pete.

14. What most of your ships usually have in common?

At least one, preferably both, of the parties is a criminal. Okay, that also has to do with what sorts of films and shows get made and appeal to me, but I love a good criminal so much and I just can't get interested in some goody two-shoes. I can honestly only think of Even/Isak when I try to list my ships that don't feature a delicious criminal. Preferably unhinged murderers, but I'll take minor misdemeanours too.

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Big fat traditional seme/uke or het dynamics where the seme/man blatantly doesn't give a canon shit about the uke/woman. I could write a thesis on this, I suppose.

As usual I don't dare to actually tag people, but if you've made it this far, you are so tagged.

#tag game

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all-hallows-street · 6 months

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Lingzis Odaibako/Twitter Answers Collection Volume 3

The last part of Lingzi's Odaibako answers as of today (Nov/2023). Will make a new post when we get new answers. Click here for Part 1 and here for Part 2.

I am also working on translating a Japanese interview with Lingzi. Please look forward to it.

You can still send questions/comments/requests through Odaibako but please be respectful and mindful! As the author stated they will not respond to any questions or suggestions about future content! Also do not spam, Lingzi answers in rare bursts so they might not get to answer your comment any time soon.

A few clarifications. I will skip some doodle requests/drawn answers and will compile them later in a post with all of Lingzi's twitter drawings. Everything with [] marks an edit so the English sounds more natural.

31. all saints street makes me so happy and it also makes me really happy to see the author interacting so kindly with fans in multiple languages 🥺🥺🥺 thank you so much for all you do! it's my dream that the comic will get an official english release!! <3

thank you！🥰🥰I'm looking forward to that day as well🥺

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32. Hello Teacher Lingzi! After reading the comics again, I saw that Blood Time is artificial blood. I wonder if the vampire race in the world no longer needs to suck human blood? And I’m a little curious whether angel blood will burn the mouth of their dark creatures (?)

Yes, modern technology in comics has reached the point where artificial blood can be used instead of human blood, but there are still many traditional vampires (such as Ira's parents) who still maintain the habit of hiring blood slaves and sucking the blood of living people.

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33. Hello! Have you been watching the FA [Fan Art] in All Saints Street? I also draw pictures, but if you ever see them, I hope I can convey my feelings through them...😌

[Hello!] Are you talking about the fanart of All Saints Street? Saw a lot! Everyone is awesome! 😋😋 Fans are welcome!

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34. Hello Lingzi, I always enjoy watching anime! They are all so cute and I love them!! My question is, when Nick stole Teachers Lynn's sweets, he got an angel ring on his head, but when a devil eats angel food, he doesn't get sick or get purified. I guess more like mosquito bites? Please tell me if it is good.

[Thank you] 🥰🥰 If you explain it carefully: the food itself is not harmful, but there may be trace amounts of heavenly impurities mixed in during the production process. The devil's body cannot digest these things, so it forms a halo outside the body, but this halo is basically the same when touched. It just broke, so there’s nothing to worry about 😌 (By the way, this kind of thing is unique to heaven, so the food cooked by Teacher Lin in the human world will not have this effect.

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35. Hello, teacher! I would like to ask how Abu eats?

He doesn't eat, he's pretending.

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36. Teacher, I'm here again. Following the topic of halos last time, if the devil eats food and the halo grows, can it be used by the angels? Although it is said that the only devil who can do this is probably Nick, but why does Nick seem to be fine eating Teacher Lin's food, and why is the allergic reaction so serious when Teacher Lin eats Hell's chicken (?)? Also, do werewolves have the same life span as normal people? Or live as long as a vampire?

1. You can refer to the answer you just answered~ 2. Teacher Lin’s allergy is entirely a matter of his personal constitution. You can see that Lily will be fine after eating it. 3. The lifespan of werewolves is basically the same as that of humans.

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37. Thank you teacher for answering my question!!! Since Abu is pretending to eat, does he not have to eat? Are you pretending to eat just to be gregarious?

Yes hahaha, he really did a lot of unnecessary things in order to fit in with everyone🤣

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38. I really, really love All Saints Street. My life is so bright because I know All Saints Street. I want to send a fan letter to my teacher. Where can I send it? If I can't send, can I send my thoughts directly via Twitter?

Hello~Thank you for liking All Saints Street 😊 If you want to send me a letter, you can Google [Fenzi Interaction Address] or [Private message] and ask me! It’s not convenient to post it directly here😂

(cont.) Of course, it’s perfectly fine to just send it to me on Twitter🤗🤗

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39. Hi teacher! ! i'm always happy to see you I have a question, teacher. How old is Abu now? Since they are mummies, will they live long? Also, do you have body temperature and heartbeat? I'm using a translator so I'm sorry if the sentences are weird 😔

Hello~ Regarding Abu, as long as the resurrection spell on him does not fade, he will always be alive. There is no body temperature or heartbeat. After all, he has no internal organs.

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40. Hello, Teacher Lingzi! Ira is a vampire and lives by sucking blood. So to him, human foods like instant noodles are just like snacks, only used to satisfy his hunger but not full of satiety? Does Ira like to drink other human beverages besides blood? For example, the British’s favorite drink is black tea. As an otaku, is Ira's favorite drink Happy Fat Home Water? All Saints Street is so beautiful, and I have watched it many times! 🫶I want to see more of everyone from 1031 in the future!

Yes, human food is like snacks to Ira. It can fill the stomach, but it cannot provide main nutrients. Drinking blood is to maintain the normal operation of body functions. He may prefer snacks 😉

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41. Hello Lingzi-san! Excuse my terrible Japanese, but can an angel and a devil create a child? If you could, what kind of children would they typically have?

Although... but angels are not capable of giving birth...🙉🙉

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42. If you were a character from All Saints, what race would you be?Sorry for my bad Japanese, but I can't speak it so I have to use Google Translate. Sorry for my bad Japanese, I have to use a translator.

Thank you for your question~ I would choose a devil😋I think it would be fun to be able to transform~

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43. Good evening, Lingzi-san. Congratulations on the 4th season of the anime! Let me ask you one question. Why is Teacher Lynn afraid of aliens? Has there been some kind of traumatic incident? Or are angels in general afraid of aliens? For example, maybe they watch "Star Wars"? Are you scared too? I really like Lynn-sensei who is afraid of aliens, so I'm curious about this. Please continue to take care of yourself.

Thanks for asking~ Not all angels are afraid of aliens! [Star Wars] really scares him, and he will actively avoid any movie/animation containing aliens (he has never watched any superhero movie so far) film Oh)🤣 As for why he is afraid of aliens... there may be a chance to tell it in the comics later, so stay tuned~😊😊

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#all saints street #wan sheng jie #1031 万圣街 #manhua #Lingzi

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Hi! I'm doing some research on the marauders fandom, and I saw that you've posted some content for it! I'd love it if you could take this anonymous form, about your opinions and experiences in the marauders fandom! (If you wanna be extra lovely, would you be willing to share it with your followers, too?) Thank you so so much :) Here's the link: forms. gle/MggR6iFc7mk7KxD9A

I feel so honored!!! Thank you <3 all complete, so i wanted to share my answers :) (i don't know how to write it, but hell yeah i want to) +i skipped the part about myself (age, country...) and i also make them shorter, but with the same meaning (hope you're not mad!) and i also wrote here so much of them lol

At what age did you read the Harry Potter books? ⬤ 8-10 years old

Have you ever read Harry Potter fanfiction? ⬤ yes

If so, what year did you start? ⬤ i think it was 2021

Do you consider yourself in the hp fandom, the marauders, both, or neither? ⬤ the marauders fandom

Which platforms do you use to consume marauders content? ⬤ Tumblr ⬤ ao3 ⬤ Wattpad ⬤ Fanfiction. net

What do you like to consume within the marauders fandom? ⬤ Fan art ⬤ Fanfiction ⬤ Fan edits (with movie clips)

When did you first engage in marauders fandom? ⬤ in the beggining of 2022

Did you participate the marauders fandom in late 2020 (atyd era) ⬤ No

Have you read atyd? ⬤ no, but im in the fandom anyway

(Here i missed some questions, sorry)

Have you read crimsom rivers? ⬤ I want to!

Have you read art heist, baby? ⬤ No

Do you ship Jilly? ⬤ yes, also with other characters

If you ship them with other people, who are they? ⬤ james with regulus, sometimes lily with mary

Do you ship jegulus? ⬤ Yes (i fucked up here lol)

If you ship them with other people, who are they? ⬤ James with lily <3

Do you ship wolfstar? ⬤ yes (hell yeah)

Do you ship jeguilly? ⬤ No

Do you ship rosekiller? ⬤ i really don't know!!!

Is there a very popular ship i haven't mention? ⬤ Dorlene? And marylily i think

Have you had any experiences with sexism in the marauders fandom? ⬤ don't remember but possible that yes

Have you had any experiences with racism in the marauders fandom? ⬤ yes

If yes, explain here: ⬤ i saw a fanart one time where james had a darker skin (he was latino) and someone commented that it doesn't suit him (i meant that they said that it doesn't suit his personality)

Have you had any experiences with fat-phobia in the marauders fandom? ⬤ again, possible bit don't exactly remember anything

Have you even been harassed while engaging in the marauders fandom? ⬤ no

How do you see james potter ⬤ i don't have a preference! (Everything is interesting!)

Do you think you are the minority within the fandom? ⬤ i think most fans view this character the way i do

How do you see Sirius and Regulus? ⬤ i dom't have a preference!

Do you think you are the minority within the fandom? ⬤ i think most fans DO NOT view this character the way i do

Do you think that Peter is plus-size? ⬤ yes, but it's not that important to me

Do you think you are the minority within the fandom? ⬤ i think most fans view this character the way i do

Do you think that Lily is plus-size? ⬤ i don't have a preference!

Do you think you are the minority within the fandom? ⬤ i think most fans view this character the way i do

Do you think it's problematic to ship characters who, within canon, are death eaters and DO get a redemptiom arc? ⬤ i don' think so, everyone have theur own canon and for some it can be problematic, but for some not (my english had a break here)

Do you think that it's problematic to ship characters who, within canon, are death eaters and DON'T get a redemptiom arc? ⬤ i don't ship them but only because im not really deep into their stories (yet?) but again, not for everyone and every canon (my english understanding was sleeping, god)

GUYS DO THIS, IT'S SO COOL and you must put a lot of effort in this, good job! Have a good day lovies <3

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rays-of-fire-and-ice · 1 year

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For the fanfic meme:

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

And %% which is not an emoji but shall stand in for "whichever emoji no one ever picks but you have an answer for you want to share"!! (Because I mostly picked the ghost one because I don't actually know how one would answer that. XD)

Fanfic writer ask game

So I honestly thought I'd posted this a few days ago, until I opened my drafts just now and saw it there!! DX<

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

Not really, but I did reach one as of last year (or maybe even the year before) and that was...I've written over 100,000 words worth of Hitsuhina fanfic O_O It blew my mind when I added up the numbers. There are novel that aren't even that long!!

If I had to pick a milestone (well, it's more like a goal, but anyway), I guess, as cheesy as it is, it's to make fans happy. I know when I go to read others' work in any fandom I'm in, I feel like I've found somewhere I can relax for a while before I have to go on with my day. I want my fics to be like that, a place where fans can just relax for a little while and hopefully enjoy what they're reading.

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

I did answer this one before, but another wild headcanon I have is prior to the main story, Toshio and Gin have spoken several times. It started when Toshiro became one of the higher seats, and one day while with Rangiku, Gin came by with paperwork. Toshiro didnt get a good vibe from him, and Gin sensed there was more Toshiro than met the eye. The two didn't exchange much words whenever they saw each other; at most Gin would make a arcastic or teasing comment, and Toshiro would respond in his brattish way. When Gin became a captain, Toshiro showed him a bit more respect, but kept his answers short and to the point whenever Gin spoke with him. They may have had one meaningful conversation once, in a moment where Gin was waiting for Rangiku. Gin spoke of prodigies and the weight on their shoulders to live up to expectations, and perhaps even reveals that he himself is considered one. Toshiro brushes off the comments, saying he's doing just fine, but he can't help but ponder on Gin's words for the next week.

It's from these interactions and seeing Gin with Rangiku that he's able to glean that they're close, though he doesn't understand the exact nature of their relationship - are they just old friends, distant friends, or something more?

And a question I'd like to answer...ugh, it feels so self indulgent but: 🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Any fic! Any at all! It astounds me to this day that a few people have drawn pieces for scenes in my fics (admitted, a few have been requests from me, but still! ^^; ) If I have to narrow it down to one fic though...Amongst the Ruins is the first to come to mind. Anyone who has been with me all these years knows that the number oen scenario I wish had happened in canon was Momo seeing Tosiro in his completed form, and it shows in the number of fics I've written about it. This fic hold s a special place in my heart, as not only is it one of the first I posted on here and I got some beautiful feedback on it, but writing it got me through a tough time in my life. If a fanartist decided to adapt any moment form this one, I'd just...

Thank you for sending this in (and sorry again for the lateness)! :D

#hitsuhina #fanfiction #asks #ask meme #whipplefilter

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ultramarine-spirit · 2 years

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Hello👋

First of all😅 I want to say sorry because I was one of the people who keeps on reposting your stuff (on Pinterest), I didn't delete my posts but I'm keeping it on private now, sorry I really can't delete it (I love lucathy) but it's on private now so no one except me who can see it😣 also, now when I'm saving your posts (any of you) I'm only keeping it in my gallery now.

So the reason I'm telling you this is because I saw some post that reposting fanarts or whatever is wrong(I also saw your posts) Again I'm really sorry

Oh and I'm now in peace that I stopped doing those things so yeah😅

Well, I would really appreciate it if you didn't repost my stuff at all. If you want to "save" my posts you could just reblog them or like them on tumblr, so I'm not sure what need you may have to repost them. If I'm honest, it kind of makes me want to stop posting altogether when people are like that, and I know I'm not the only wmmap tumblr user that feels the same.

But yes, reposting fanart is wrong. Please refrain from doing that, it's the most basic form of respect one can have for artists, they deserve to be properly credited and we all should respect their rights as creators (don't repost, edit, traslate, or use their works in any way without permission). It's a good thing that you stopped doing it, but I would advice to delete any fanart reposts you might have.

I accept your apologies, but I advice you to respect the fandom's artists and content creators.

#good on you for realizing your mistake anon but yeah #not sure what you were hoping me to say to that

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utilitycaster · 2 years

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On character design, what are your thoughts on there being official art? Not the art itself, though if you have thoughts please share, but for example, my own opinion is that while it's a good tool and help for cosplay and nice as a base for artists to use when drawing, I feel like it stifles a lot of creativity. When you have a "correct" template to follow it's so much rarer to see any designs that don't match up, and if they do they easily fall into samey stuff or stereotypes like characters that are infantilised being chubby or having big round glasses (as was mentioned with Imogen and Jester). I think it'd be really cool to see what all the talented artists in this fandom would do with character design if there wasn't anything but descriptions as to what characters looked like (I've seen one person do that and it's easily some of my favourite c3 art out there). With official art it just sort of feels like every piece of fanart ends up being a bit of a dtiys of the characters. Imagine how many cool robot designs of FCG there'd be for example, since that is a race that really lends itself to unique designs as it doesn't follow the humanoid forms everyone else has. I think it'd also lend itself more to small variations that end up happening during sessions, like imogen being blue or bald. And while I'm not sure if she started wearing them, Fearne got those glasses of charming people and I don't think I've seen any art of her wearing any yet

This is going to sound pretty harsh, but: I like having official art, and I like seeing other people's interpretations within the bounds of that art but a lot of "interpretations" go into the realm of "literally an OC" and often in ways that are like...actively worse. I've seen multiple people try to tone down Ashton's obnoxious outfit or draw his hair as regular hair rather than purple crystal and it's like "literally just make your own character at this point, who is this bargain-basement imitator that you captioned with Ashton's name."

Like...I recognize this sounds rich coming from me, a person who can just about draw a stick figure, but if someone wants to draw creative aeormatons...no one is stopping them, but at the same time, FCG is a yellow robot with a sort of cylindrical head and big blue glassy eyes, with an image of some blades of grass on their chest, and that's what they look like and if you draw something else I'm just like "maybe make an original character then? If you say it's Aeormaton concept art you can even still tag it as Critical Role in good faith."

It's also worth noting: I don't reblog a ton of NADDPod or TAZ art, but those are both fandoms that by and large haven't had very prominent official art (at least not until TAZ Balance's graphic novels). The following two things have happened pretty often:

The art still is largely all very much the same - which, I should point out, I don't mind! I mind when people all do the same thing and I think that thing sucks, but like, you can look at my blog and see tons of reblogs of renditions of Imogen looking largely the same throughout (ie, very similar to the official depiction), but they're interesting and enjoyable for reasons of composition and art style. I have a stronger musical background than visual arts, and the idea with music(unless you're doing like, improvisational jazz) is that you add your own self-expression through the interpretation, but you are still largely hitting the same notes as anyone else, and I don't think that's a bad thing! I think it shows judgment and talent to work within parameters in a way that is still unique to you. Toddlers can easily scribble outside the box and frequently do. It takes some skill to actually add something inside the box that makes people go "oh hey I never saw the box that way."

People get, shall we say, self-righteous and terrible. I think representation in art is important, but this is where you get headcanon depictions being treated as canon, and then, if canon art comes out later and conflicts with that hc depiction, a certain segment of people start bringing out the accusations of bigotry and the creators are like "literally I was just hanging out". I've mentioned how absolutely bugfuck people got about Taako having blue-green skin. I also love NADDPod but people who complained about the lack of diversity in CR often touted NADDPod, a show that is also entirely made up of cis white people over 30, as some shining unproblematic example; at least part of this was, in my opinion, because there was no official depiction of the characters and therefore people felt more validated in their headcanon depictions - there isn't, actually, any more representation. (This is not the only reason why this happened, nor should "fandoms having some obnoxious people in them" be a reason for creators to do anything ever, but, on a practical level...having official fan art is my preference).

I guess the tl;dr is: if you truly want to let your creativity roam free...why have you chosen the medium of "art based on an existing work." I say this as someone who writes fanfic - it's great! It's fun! Also if I wanted to write a story that deviates significantly from how the characters are depicted in that work, I would write original fiction rather than a fan work.

#something something ship of theseus metaphor idk it's been a long day #on fandom

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What’s your fannish ID? He6o or He6oart on most platforms, but I also sometimes go by "Carrot", or my actual name, 'Skye'. My screen name is said 'Nebo', and is Russian for sky, because languages are cool 👀 I picked it years ago and it was short and snappy enough so I kept it, even if it does invite confusion at times.

What types of fanworks do you create? Fanart of the digital and sometimes traditional variety! I have also written original works in the past and am working on an original comic, but haven't written for fandoms before.

What are your favourite types of fanworks, when you’re not creating? I am a voracious consumer of fanfic, lurking and enjoying from various fandoms and being terrible because I am always too nervous to comment T_T But to all the fanfic writers out there, I adore you! Thank you so much <3 I think you have collectively increased my reading speed by a ridiculous level XD Very helpful when going through dry academic papers.

What do you like in particular about this fandom? I'm practically brand new to this fandom as a creator, but I really enjoy fics with DD interacting with the defenders or the punisher. Or just anyone we haven't seen yet - avengers-with-daredevil fics are so cool! (Hopefully we'll see more with the recent MCU news! 👀) I'm generally not a shipper in any of my fandom interests but I will still read and enjoy good content regardless of my personal preferences for creating <3

Of course, I am here for Matt 😂 He's basically one of my all time favourite characters now, and he carved that spot out after I saw only a single episode…which I think is the fastest I've ever latched on to a character in my life.

Do you like participating in fan events? Absolutely! I'm a more active participant in the Final Fantasy fandom (particularly for FFXV) and have been a part of big bang (as an artist), along with contributing art and merch for several fanzines, modding several and running one of my own, all of which was a LOT of fun. Would be totally down for something like that in daredevil fandom too when I have a few more artworks behind me and am a bit more known!

I am also a regular con attendee, though not in the last couple of years, but hopefully again soon! I need to dust off my cosplay skills.

What about your creating process? I have basically been fused to a pair of headphones since I was 7 years old and do everything to a playlist. If I don't have music blasting away it's too easy to get distracted, so it's the best way for me to zone out and focus in on my work (favourites include mostly soundtracks, QOTSA, NIN, Coldplay, Garbage and Ladytron). Otherwise it's pretty straightforward…I tend to get an idea that wont leave, and just glue myself to my iPad until it's done, day and night. Usually culminating in me going to bed at 4am.

In terms of my creative history, I was an artistic kid but I stopped creating for a various number of reasons during college (I'm in the UK, so that's age 16-18) right up until I finished my undergraduate masters in 2016…and it wasn't until I started my PhD that I realised I needed a good stress outlet and picked it back up again…so given the time I lost, I've been trying to be productive with my time and hone my painting skills. My favourite sort of work is the old religious renaissance works so I really want to reach that level of artistry with understanding lighting and accomplishing realism, but keeping textures and brushstrokes. I'm working mostly digitally as it's definitely a cheaper way to learn, but if I can paint something amazing on canvas one day I'll be thrilled. I have a lot of influences, so sometimes I'll see a work by someone and get inspired to try a totally different colouring style, but my best works tend to come back to my strongest influence.

Do you interact a lot with other fans? In this fandom, I'm basically brand new, but I do a lot of interacting with FFXV fans. We're a small community that's only decreased in size as interest waned after the game's release, so it's pretty easy to sort of know everybody? I am always down for making new friends but tend to need a bit of a push as I often feel like I'm intruding on the cool kid's table when I branch into a new fandom XD My approach is to basically just make content and exist on the fringes waiting to get roped in. I'm a lot more active at talking to people on twitter though so feel free to poke me on there!

Is there any particular piece you'd like to showcase for this post? Probably the second of my Daredevil/Matt Murdock pin trio.

I designed this one and two others (Black outfit(s) and horned S2 outfit) as a set to make into acrylic pins, but I think I'm particularly proud of this one because it took me so long and went through so many revisions…I felt like I was more critical of this artwork than of anything I've done in the last year, including multiple zine pieces 😂

After I finished the first one with the S2 outfit (which was a fun experiment with textures) I was kind of impatient and raced into wanting to paint Matt with no costume, so I forwent any kind of face study and just started sketching and painting using the same palette from the first one, and wow did I have to redo it so much. This trio of DD pieces was both me learning how to draw/paint Charlie Cox, but also a test to see if I could consistently apply the same palette to multiple works of art despite my photo references being all over the place in terms of both colour and lighting. I think it was a success overall, and I learnt a lot from these pieces, including how much I really enjoy painting Charlie Cox 😂

Do you have other fandoms you'd like to talk about? Ah, I float around different circles but Final Fantasy is probably my home base of sorts. Mostly I am really into video games, so my interests lie there a lot (FF, Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Detroit Become Human etc). Tolkien's works are another big area of interest for me, but often my interests tend to lie in one-off areas because I am difficult to impress.

I tend to enjoy a wide range of things, and when I fall really hard for a character or series I am compelled to create. I think few characters inspire me enough to form the kind of attachment I have with daredevil now - the last one to do that was Ignis from FFXV, and just a quick skim through my past works will show that I absolutely put that passion into art (and buying merch - I think my bedroom can probably be described as 50% Ignis shrine at this point). What can I say, I love virtuous acrobatic characters with hidden depths, especially when there's a dichotomy to their personality 👀

Is there anything else you want to tell us about yourself? A bit about me, I suppose: I am from the UK and in my early 30s, a recent graduate with a PhD in Observational Astronomy, a threat to all coffee supplies everywhere and a huge fan of philosophy, architecture and politics/law. As a kid I was known for: breaking up fights on the playground, being "the artist" kid and wanting to know literally everything about anything (give me any subject and I will just fall into a pile of books). My academic history is a mess of contradictions because I had no idea what I wanted to do with myself at 16 and I was your stereotypical straight A student with options in everything XD

If there is a Starbucks within a mile of my location, I have probably been there (and bought a mug,). I one day hope to live in a big city because places like London, Tokyo and NYC are architecturally fascinating and 24 hour coffee shops are not a thing in my smaller city XD. I tend to keep a lot of my thoughts private and mostly I live on discord. And I am really into fashion and am as attached to my sunglasses as I am my headphones (though some of that is due to light sensitivity XD). My preferred pronouns are also They/Them, but I am pretty chill about it so no worries if you forget 🙌

I do post a lot of FF art, naturally, because my other love is Ignis. But I can see my hyperfixation on Matt is definitely going to lead to a bunch of art on that side - and I have a few sketch plans in mind for October prompts (probably doing those face studies I neglected too 🤔) So give me a follow if that doesn't bother you!

Also, I talk a lot! Definitely something to note (but you probably guessed that by now!)

Where can your fanworks be found? Twitter, tumblr and IG are where I post things (cross-posting mostly, though I am not particularly good at remembering instagram exists outside of being a place for me to appreciate other people's work 😂). I have a couple of storefronts but they're currently going through revisions, and I also forget to use tags too often 😓

Twitter - https://twitter.com/He6o Instagram - https://instagram.com/he6oart Tumblr - https://he6o.tumblr.com Patreon - https://patreon.com/he6o

Or everything all in one place! https://he6o.carrd.com/

Thank you, @he6o !

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