#it's not the christmas fic i will give you that at least haha
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could we get a hint for which fic we’re getting an update for tmrw 🤭
Okay so, tomorrow’s fic update is going to be SUCH A SURPRISE that even *I’m* going to be surprised by which one it is 😂 and by that I mean I haven’t actually decided which fic I’m going to update next because I’ve been shockingly productive and have MULTIPLE in nearly post ready condition.
(Okay, so I actually am pretty sure I know which one I’m going to update - it’s the one where we left poor Fictional!Matty in not great condition 👀 I just hope no one is disappointed by the update and I’m going to be excited to hear your thoughts!!!)
Thank you for like caring about my little Tuesday updates and being lovely enough to send me this ask 🥰 I hope you enjoy the update even if it’s not the one you were hoping for!! (Which… which one are you hoping for?) I hope your day is going well, and that you have a wonderful week!
❤️Ally
#allylikethecat#ask ally#anon ask#keep it kind#fanfiction#matty fic#gatty#fanfic#ok not to get super sappy but i hope you guys stick around with me even though the boys are taking a break#i will still be here writing!!#ive been very sad about the end of this era i know it was a rollercoaster but it helped me through some stuff!#but also... which fic are you hoping i'll update 👀#it probably wont change which one it is... but im curious!!#it's not the christmas fic i will give you that at least haha#what if i just updated all the king's horses not on friday#i feel like people would hate me lol#dont worry im not doing that#but what if i DID#i won't lol
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Finally doing some emotional processing ✌
#speculation nation#went thru old pictures with my sister to find things of my uncle#to display during the funeral :p#and i ended up crying. look at me go! actually letting myself feel things for once.#in large part it's the knowledge that such a permanent fixture of my life is now gone#my fun loving and mischievous uncle...#it's hard to say goodbye to someone so soon. he was younger than my dad even.#but cancer doesnt descriminate with people's ages haha#i spent the past week compartmentalizing like crazy & not letting myself process it at all#so it just did not feel real. i was far too removed from it all.#but now im in familiar ground. spaces he's been in. as recently as last christmas.#i've... been dealing with far too much death lately.#it has me going through life in doubt. because you never know when it'll be the last time you see someone.#life can be normal and then theyre gone. and there's no real way to predict it.#i know ive been writing a Grief Fic but like @ life maybe give me a break for a few years lol. just maybe.#i guess it's been almost 4 years since my grandma died. doesnt feel like it's been that long tho#my grandpa died in 2018. my grandma in 2019. my cat sammy in 2021. my cat cassy may 2023. and now my uncle july 3rd 2023#too much death. too much fucking death. can i Please get a break for at least 5 years? please and thank you?#im just... really tired of loss.#negative/#death/#animal death ment/
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This is more centered around Wayne and eddie cause we got robbed of seeing them together. Reader is coming over to watch a movie with eddie (maybe they're new and eddie was nice to them and reade had nothing to do that day or something.) So eddie is panicking and wayne finds it hilarious.
I JUST- I CANT ENOUGH OF EDDIE AND WAYNE I DEMAND MORE FICS
"i've got a girl coming over."
the mug in his hand stops halfway, newspaper falling backwards with the lack of support. wayne's head lowers, looks up at his nephew—who looks...proper, today—through his short eyelashes.
"well, that's a first," he sips his coffee, tongue scorched but it's not as painful as it used to be. "you babysitting or something?"
"n-no," eddie fiddles with his rings, fixing everything on the desk he's standing next to. he fixes the mugs he bought for his uncle, the scattered pens and folding the bills, shoving it inside a drawer. "she's a friend- did you shower today?"
wayne furrows his eyebrows. "i shower everyday, excuse you."
but he doesn't believe it. he saunters over to him, leaning down to take a whiff of his shoulder which makes wayne swat him away with his newspaper.
"what the hell?"
"you smell okay," eddie straightens his back. "listen, she wants to meet you."
wayne chuckles, closing his newspaper. "you didn't tell me you had a girlfriend,"
"she's not!" he blushes profusely, mostly out of embarrassment that he's blushing in front of his uncle like he'd asked eddie about a crush he had when he was in first grade. "she just wants to hang out and she says she wants to get to know you."
he buys it just a bit, standing up from his seat. "well, whaddya both plan on doing today?"
"watching a movie,"
"boring," he snorts. "when i was your age, i took girls out on dates outside of town. ate at diners, watched movies at cinemas, then we'd get behind my car and-"
"okay well first, the cinema's down. second, i'm not ready to have that conversation yet and i don't think i will," eddie tugs on his jacket, chin jutted with pride. "besides, you're too late for that."
"glad to know that,"
"do we have mugs?"
wayne shrugs. "i don't know. why don't you check the shelves. you give me at least three every year. father's day, my birthday, christmas. wonder how many mugs we got."
eddie rolls his eyes. "haha. funny,"
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when wayne sees you exit eddie's van from the porch, he certainly didn't expect you'd look like a freshly picked flower from a meadow; you looked too soft for eddie, in his opinion, despite your style as he so calls it. but he's happy his nephews happy with you.
eddie senses your nervousness, couldn't help himself but let a hand hover on the small of your back as you both make your way to his uncle who's stepping on his cigarette until it dies down.
"hi!" you quip. "i'm (y/n). you must be—"
"wayne," he shakes your hand. "eddie's therapist,"
"oh!"
"i'm kidding," he lets go of your hand, ignoring the murderous glare of eddie who towers behind you. "i'm his uncle. glad to meet you. he's never shut up about you."
that was a lie. he only heard about you earlier. but he loves to inflict embarrassment.
your cheeks roseate, looking back at eddie who's eyes burn holes at the bald head of his uncle who raises his brows as if to ask what had been wrong. eddie shakes his head, finally letting his hand settle on the dip of your spine as he leads you inside.
"welcome to my humble abode, provided by my ever loving uncle," you observe the baby picture beside the small television, with a much younger wayne with darker hair and a mush of curls coating the top of his head, and an eddie who's smiling brightly with missing teeth, his uncle's hands resting on his chest. "that's me."
"cute," you chuckle. eddie looks at wayne, who gives him a thumbs up and crosses his arms. "what movie are we watching?"
"the fly," eddie says, looking over the table where the dvd rests. wayne snorts, which makes you whip your head at him that he apologizes with a smile. "j-jeff goldblum's in it,"
"nice,"
"hey, uncle wayne?" eddie's voice cracks, wincing but luckily enough you're still at your curiosity venture. "do we have any candles? those long, good smelling sticks that you use when you cook?"
his face blanks. "eds, we never had candles. and we ran out of those good smelling sticks. write them down on the grocery list for me, would ya?" eddie nods, and he pats him on the shoulder. "miss (y/n), sad i wouldn't be able to stay longer but," he takes his cap from a rack. "duty calls."
"oh, it's okay," you smile at him. "i'll take good care of eddie, sir. make sure he's taking all his vitamins and tell me all about his childhood,"
"roger that," wayne tugs his nephew by the shoulder, reaching for his pocket as he leans in to whisper. "now, eddie, you know i'm old. and you know you've got two months left till you leave that hell of a pit, so here's a little gift,"
he takes his hand, opening it widely before he slams something plastic in eddie's palm. when wayne removes his hand, he winces at the sight of the trojan condom in his hand.
"what the fuck?!" he looks behind frantically to make sure you weren't looking before eddie shoves it in his pocket. "i just met her last week!"
"well, you never know,"
reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3
#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfiction#wayne munson
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Ayyy new intro and masterlist!
Intro:
Name: We're gonna go with Cas. Haha, get it? Like, My-CAStles-crumbling? Yeah.
Age: Younger than Taylor Swift, older than Conan Gray. That's all you get <3
Pronouns: They/them/she (But at this point I mean if you use he I honestly don't care.)
queer/demi/pan/I don't even know. Married.
Fandoms: Marauders with a side of drarry.
Ships: Jegulus, Jegulily, wolfstar, rosekiller, pandalily, dorlene, drarry.
Music: Taylor Swift, Conan Gray, Olivia Rodrigo
Writing: I love writing microfics, and my requests are open! I just don't write explicit (hahaha that changed) or xReader.
Fic List:
Note- I am writing all fic ratings. If you are a minor, please take heed.
My Fics:
Clandestine - Rated M - jegulus, background wolfstar - unfinished but currently 32k words - AU-everyone lives/nobody dies/no Voldemort - mostly Regulus's POV as he attends Hogwarts - Trans reggie
Long Story Short - Rated M - dorlene, wolfstar, jegulus, background rosekiller and pandalily - completed - 152k - AU-everyone lives/nobody dies/no Voldemort - A longfic with a long explanation? Basically how hurt/comfort leads to the three main pairings.
Three Hundred Takeout Coffees Later - Rated M - wolfstar - completed - 4.5k - AU-coffee shop/muggle - fluff, love, healing
The Plan - Rated G - wolfstar - completed - 1k - AU-everyone lives/nobody dies/no Voldemort - Wolfstar proposal
Of Firewhiskey and Stupid Speeches - Rated T - drarry - completed - 1.5k - Eighth Year - Hurt/comfort - Pre-Slash
Bad Press - Rated T - drarry - completed - 1k - Eighth year - mostly fluff
Stuck - Rated T - drarry - completed - 2k - Eighth year - hurt/comfort
You Asked For It - Rated G - completed - 1.5k - Marauders friendship mostly - Pre-Wolfstar - Sirius and James and nerf guns
The Deeply Threatening Physical Attributes of Werewolves - Rated T - Marauders friendship with some wolfstar - completed - 1k - James, Peter, and Sirius making Remus laugh
Slow Hands - Rated E - wolfstar - completed - 5k - Sirius realizing he loves Remus, smut ensues.
Whoops. - Rated T - jegulus - completed - 2k - AU-University/Muggle - Regulus is a TA for Professor Monty Potter. What happens when he goes to the Potter Christmas Party?
Mistletoe - Rated G - Jegulus - completed - 1k - James has a plan to finally kiss Regulus.
Warmth - Rated G - Jegulus - completed - 1k - Holiday fluff
Noises - Rated E - Jegulus - completed - 2k - it's just smut, guys
Fic Recs: (All of these are completed)
☆ = has at least some smut , 💔 = MCD, major triggers, or some sort of warning
I'm not putting anything that's pure smut...some of my real-life friends follow me so I don't think I'd live it down. If you want pure smut recs and are over 18, message me.
💔All The Young Dudes - Rated M - wolfstar and jily - 526k - Canon compliant - Necessary read as a part of the fandom, a masterpiece
💔☆ Show Me Everything I Missed - no rating, but I'd give it E - wolfstar - completed - 153k- AU - Remus and Sirius working through trauma - So many trigger warnings, but I really liked it
☆ Sweater Weather - Rated E - wolfstar - 156k - AU - Okay I think hockey is stupid but when these boys play it <3
just lovers (like we were supposed to be) - Rated M - jegulus, background wolfstar, dorlene, and marylily - 321k - AU- no voldemort - fake dating trope - literally perfection
lessen my load - Rated T - wolfstar, dorlene, jily - 73k - AU- Muggle - one of my comfort fics
☆The PB to my J - rated E - wolfstar, background jily - 63k - AU-textfic - we love a good text fic
Across the Hall - rated T - wolfstar, background jily - 41k - AU-textfic - This made me kick and scream and giggle
quite like us - Rated T - jegulus, background wolfstar - 67k - AU-textfic - I just...it's wonderful, perfect, lovely
Best Friend's Brother - Rated M - jegulus and wolfstar - 330k - AU-muggle - such twists and turns I love them
☆ The Barista, the Burglar, and the Sofa - Rated E - wolfstar, background jily- 21k - AU-Muggle/Coffee shop - I just love the concept of this one
my almost lover - Rated T - jegulus - 28k - AU-no voldemort - miscommunication trope
Blue Sheets - Rated T - drarry - 4k - fluff/drunk Harry is an idiot
☆Falling for a Golden Boy - Rated E - drarry - 45k - eighth year- guys it's the weirdest concept but Harry and Draco as characters from Hercules works, okay?
Potter - Rated T - drarry - 9k - Eighth year - Draco's friends make fun of him and it gets adorably out of hand
touch starved - Rated M - jegulus - 4k - soft boys
Inevitable - Rated T - drarry - 11k - Draco and Harry make a "if we're not married by the rime we're 40" pact
💔Like Real People Do - rated T - wolfstar - 37k - AU-coffee shop/muggle - Sirius raises Harry and meets Remus in a coffee shop
☆💔Let's Play Pretend - rated E - wolfstar - 70k - AU-muggle - Sirius raises Harry, Remus raises Teddy, fake dating
Remus Lupin is the Number One James Potter Cosplayer - Rated T - wolfstar - 8k - AU-Muggle - miscommunication trope
This took me an hour and a half...someone please use it lol
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merry (late) christmas and a happy new year to @blue-little-angel! trust me to finish this one singular day before the deadline haha, thank you to @squealing-santa for bearing w me. anyway here is your fic! i may have misread your prompt a little and so this is only sigma and nikolai but i hope you’re still happy with it. This is also my first bsd fic so sorry if the timeline/characterisation/vibes are off haha
ANYWAY
word count: 1228
pairing: Lee!Sigma & Ler!Nikolai
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‘Sigma~!’
He stayed very quiet. Focus on work: read over that paperwork… sign on the line, okay looking good-
‘Siiigma!’
Maybe if he was quiet enough Nikolai just wouldn’t see him. Like a T-Rex, if it’s not moving it can’t see it.
‘Ah! There you are~.’
Shit.
Out of all the members of the Decay of Angels, Nikolai was Sigma’s least favourite. He was far too unhinged, occasionally visiting Sigma just to threaten him as a joke, or play around with him. Never really hurting him though, Sigma suspected that Fyodor had ordered him not to.
That was another thing. Nikolai hated any time Sigma spent with Fyodor. Few as it was, in Nikolai’s opinion it was time that should have been spent with him instead. Nevermind that they were only discussing their great plan, or giving meagre updates on the Casino, according to Nikolai that was time that ought to have been spent with him, Fyodor’s best friend or boyfriend or whatever.
Sigma truly did not wish to be a part of either of their schemes. All he wanted to do was run his Casino. And yet.
“Sigma!” Nikolai pouted, “Why were you ignoring me?”
Sigma took in a long, measured breath.
“I did not mean to ignore you, I was just focussed on my work.” Which I would love to get back to, he thought bitterly.
“Oh, okay!” Nikolai said, taking a seat on his desk, scattering papers to the floor. Sigma leaned down to pick them up.
“It’s just… what were you up to today?” Nikolai said, seeming earnestly curious.
Sigma leaned back up, shuffling the stack back together and setting them down neatly on the desk. “I had breakfast with my head of staff, then had a brief meeting with Fyodor-”
“See,” Nikolai interrupted, “That’s what I heard, but I thought it couldn’t be true because Fyodor was meant to meet with me this morning and I thought ‘There’s no way my best friend Dostoy would blow me off for you!’, But now you’re telling me he did? Why would Dostoy do that?” He leaned in closer, kicking his feet childishly, “I think you must have done something… forced him.”
“I can assure you,” Sigma put on his best ‘Manager’ voice, “That I did in no way force Fyodor to meet with me, nor did I have any idea of your plans.”
“Hmm…” A mischievous grin broke out on Nikolai’s face, “If you say so~!”
For a second, Sigma hoped that would be all. For a second, he turned back to his desk and lifted his hand to the paper on top of the stack, when all of the papers were suddenly lifted away from him. He looked up, mouth open in protest as Nikolai tossed the papers into his cloak.
There was a beat of silence.
Then, a fluttering noise at the end of the room as the papers scattered out of Nikolai’s portal.
He did not turn to look, did not sigh, or even blink. Nikolai’s face was stretched into a massive, wobbly grin, as though he was trying not to laugh. It did not last long, as he burst into a loud, maniacal laugh. Now Sigma did sigh, as he raised from the chair and walked to the mess at the end of the room.
Apparently Nikolai did not deem this punishment enough, for as soon as he had turned his back he felt a heavy weight flop on top of him, arms wrapping around his core.
“Oh Sigma~.” Nikolai sang in his ear, and began prodding at his sides.
Fuck.
He tried to keep his composure, but Nikolai’s fingers were relentless, working their way under his blazer and pinching gently at his sides.
“Nik- Nikol- Nihikolahai! Stop!”
But it was too late, from his first laugh he knew he was a goner. Nikolai was like a shark, once he tasted blood (giggles) he was relentless. See, he may not have harmed Sigma, at least not physically, so his new favourite way to extract revenge came in the form of… tickles. Oh the humanity.
“Tickle tickle, Sigma~” Nikolai whispered, wiggling his fingers along his sides. Sigma felt his legs begin to give out as he fought against the laughter blooming within himself.
“I prohohomihihise! Ack- I did nohohohot fohohorce Fyodohohor to mehehehehehet mehehehe.” Sigma choked out, falling to his knees as Nikolai grew heavier on his back.
“Oh I know that, as if you could have any influence on Dostoy~.” As he spoke Nikolai’s hands worked up his body, pinching at his ribs and making him writhe.
Sigma squealed, his hands jumping up to weakly push Nikolai away, “Thehehen whahahat dohoho yohohouhu wahahahant!”
“You work too hard, Sigma. I’m just helping you relax.” Nikolai pouted.
“No yohohouhuhu aren- Hey!” Sigma’s arm slammed down as his quick fingers began to flutter under his arm.
“Sure I am. You don’t believe me?” Nikolai grinned, before putting on a hurt voice, “Are you calling me a liar?”
“Nohohohohoho!” Sigma called, even though that was exactly what he was doing. One of Nikolai’s hands was attempting to wriggle into his armpit, while the other was wrestling with his wrist, clamped tightly against his chest.
Nikolai rested his head on Sigma’s shaking shoulder. “I think you are~,” He cooed, “I don’t like liars.”
Sigma began to protest weakly, as Nikolai gripped his wrist and slowly forced his arm up, and into his cape.
It disappeared. There was a soft glow in front of them as his hand reappeared on the floor in front of them, and the portal tightened until he couldn’t pull it back through. He twisted till he was looking at Nikolai, still crouched over him and beaming.
“Noo, Nikolai please- just let me get back to work, you could see Fyodor now! Don’t waste your time on me, please.”
“Hmm,” He appeared to be considering it, but Sigma knew better than that by now. He braced himself.
“Nope~!” Nikolai called, and his fingers came skittering under Sigma’s arm.
He shrieked, pulling as hard as he could, but to no avail. He could do nothing but fall into hysterical cackles as his worst spot was clawed at mercilessly. He fell to the side a little, practically slumped in Nikolai’s arms as he half-hugged him to get at his spot, his other hand holding his cloak open.
“NIHIHIKOKOLAHAIHI!” Sigma cried.
“Is something the matter?” Came his shit eating response.
“YEHEHEHES, IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!! PLEHEHEAHAHSE!” Nikolai’s response was to dig deeper, the tips of his fingers scratching into the divot under his arm while his thumb dug into Sigma’s ribs. He tipped his head back and laughed, now fully boneless against Nikolai.
After a long moment, he realised that Nikolai had stopped. He released the portal and Sigma’s arm came crashing through. For a second he lay there, panting, until he realised he was lying in Nikolai’s lap and shot up.
Nikolai followed him up, snickering, “You looked so comfortable~.” He teased.
Sigma blushed. “Yes well- is that all?” He really had no idea how to end these ‘sessions’.
“Mhm!” Nikolai said, skipping away, “I think I’ll go see if Dostoy wants to have tea with me, bye!”
And just like that, he was gone. Sigma turned around and sat heavily at his desk, still somewhat short on breath.
There was silence, then another fluttering of paper. He looked up, confused and blinked at the messy stack that had appeared on his desk, only catching the last golden glimmer of a portal. Sigma swung round in his chair, but Nikolai was gone.
One single piece of paper drifted from the top of the stack towards the floor.
Sighing, Sigma picked it up and got back to work.
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I was wondering from in your Buzzsaw Dilemma fanfic, if Sonic may have developed lasting insecurities specifically over steadily becoming more powerless to stop Eggman. Sure the Empire became a lot less bad, but it seemed from Sonics pov that just kinda happened. Meanwhile the consequences became too dangerous for him to destroy most of Eggmans structure and badniks. Even if he'd hide it I think that powerlessness could greatly bother him.
Though i've just realized that you'll probably have more to show about how Sonic handled everything in the sequel fic you're planning. So I'm not sure how much you'd wanna reveal about your ideas here.
This is definitely going to be part of Sonic's story in the sequel, but none of it will be surprising to the reader anyways so I don't mind talking about it. If anything, I would literally spoil the entire sequel if you asked me to, I don't actually care very much haha.
[long post ahead]
I've always kind of believed that Sonic has a somewhat worse time than Tails during the events of the fic, particularly in the sense that although Tails' situation sucks absolute ass, he's at least in the loop about what's really going on. Sonic's perspective is rather bleak: a kid he's growing fond of suddenly dies, and then a couple of weeks later he loses any ability to fight back against Eggman. He has a small victory on Angel Island, but this is ultimately short-lived.
Chapters 4-6 are important for his character, since he really just experiences loss after loss with no ability to stop it. His attempt to hide the Chaos Emeralds results in Amy losing her home, and any guilt he feels over this is only made worse by Eggman winning the fight for the emeralds in the end anyways. Sonic isn't stupid--at this point, he's well aware that he was tricked into collecting the emeralds for Eggman. However, he definitely feels kind of stupid, and especially frustrated with himself for basically ruining Amy's life (even if it wasn't really his fault).
Shortly after, he tags along with Amy and Knuckles on their base raids, but the exploding Badniks make him effectively useless and all he can really do it support the others during their fights. This makes Sonic feel really bad for a few reasons: 1) He can't do anything. 2) The way he sees it, Amy and Knuckles were both kind of dragged into this because of him and it isn't fair that they have to do all the heavy-hitting for him. 3) He is now aware that Eggman is a bit "smarter" so to speak, but doesn't know what he's planning and isn't confident enough in himself to start guessing. The base raids are a band-aid solution to what he knows will be a much bigger problem down the line.
These three points kind of compound into more guilt and frustration when Eggman traps Knuckles on Angel Island. Sonic is pretty certain that Eggman is lying about the bombs, but remains unable to convince Knuckles, who can very easily point to the exploding badniks as proof that Eggman isn't above making this kind of play. Sonic continues to largely blame himself here, as he believes that if he could still defeat badniks, Eggman never would have become successful enough to control someone as he did Knuckles.
Chapter six onwards is when the broader world dynamics come into play. Sonic is very aware of the planet's recent history--the flashback in chapter 2 isn't Sonic giving Tails a nickname, but rather a real "Mobian" name since Miles is English--and knows what it would mean to have Eggman take over the east pacific islands. It's worth noting that Vanilla's story about the fire only happened around seven years before Sonic was born, so you are free to consider the implications of what it means for Sonic to have grown up as parentless kid on South (or Christmas) Island.
After Eggman takes over the islands, and especially after the human states take over the other Mobian territories, is the point where I think he would feel the most powerless. His inability to stop Eggman caused a domino effect leading to the complete domination of his planet. Both Sonic and Tails feel responsible for letting this happen, as though they were both mutually enabling the empire and other states.
The reveal of Alhazen's identity, while a relief to Sonic, also only serves to reaffirm all his insecurity about being the cause of the empire's success. Not only was he powerless to stop everything going on, but he now knows that Tails had been caught in the chemical factory because Sonic hadn't been keeping a close enough eye on him. Tails might think "oh, I was the gasoline, I enabled Eggman and served as the key to the empire's success", but Sonic blames himself for Tails being in that position in the first place. The creation of Alhazen is a direct result of a single mistake: running ahead and forgetting to let the little kid behind him catch up.
Although Mobians in general kinda end up in a better place thanks to Tails' deterrence, the fact that he was incapable of doing anything to help during such a critical moment (well, "moment" meaning basically anything from chapter 4 onward) is going to stick with him probably for the rest of his life. Poor Sonic </3
(very long post haha. ty for your question!!!)
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20 fic questions
i was tagged by @mutxnts ! thank you so much for the tag ash, i had a lot of fun answering these questions 💜
1. how many works do you have on Ao3?
i have 3 posted and i'm hoping to publish more this year! i have a few wips in the pipeline :)
2. what's your total ao3 word count?
40,769 words (haha 69 nice)
3. what fandoms do you write for?
ace attorney and the simon snow/carry on series
4. what are your top five fics by kudos?
a snowy christmas (simon snow)
one of us is lying (simon snow)
carpool (ace attorney)
5. do you respond to comments?
yes! comments give me so much serotonin hehe
6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
none of the fics i've written really have angsty endings haha, they have angst in the middle/towards the end but then i like to end on a happy note. if i had to go with one, maybe it would be one of us is lying?
7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
i would go with carpool because even though the ending is open, there wasn't any angst in that fic and it was a pretty short and happy fic
8. do you get hate on fics?
thankfully i haven't so far 😅
9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?
i don't at the moment but i would never say never...
10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?
i've never written one but there are some very cool crossovers out there!
11. have you ever had a fic stolen?
thankfully not (at least not that i know of)
12. have you ever had a fic translated?
no i haven't!
13. have you ever co-written a fic before?
i haven't but it's definitely something i would be open to doing! in primary school, my best friend and i would often co-write stories together and it was so fun!
14. what’s your all time favorite ship?
either narumitsu or snowbaz
15. what’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
i'm worried that i'll never actually finish the AU i've come up with where edgeworth owns a gay bar and suddenly he's losing customers because a rival gay bar opens next door - and it just so happens to be owned by a cute guy called phoenix wright...
16. what are your writing strengths?
i think i'm fairly decent at writing dialogue and writing concisely!
17. what are your writing weaknesses?
stealing ash's answer for this one lol i'm also not the best at writing prose and i struggle with using flowery/poetic language and vocabulary
18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
i don't think i've ever done it before and if i did i would only do it for very well-known phrases in other languages like "te amo"
19. first fandom you wrote for?
technically pokemon when i was a kid, although i never published it, so if we're talking published works, then it's the simon snow fandom
20. favorite fic you’ve written?
one of us is lying! i worked so hard on it and i took a long break from writing it, to the point where i wasn't sure if i would ever finish it. but i did and it was SO worth it. i recently found my notes from when the fic was in its infancy and it made me so proud to see how much the fic changed and grew while i was writing it! it's my longest fic and i really wanted to post it all in one go - it took so much willpower to only post one chapter a week even though all of it was already written haha
i'm not sure who to tag but please feel free to do this if you want to and say that i tagged you in it, i always love reading people's answers to these questions!
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Fic Stats Tag Game
Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.
Thanks for the tag, @lumosatnight (x)!!
Normally I hide all AO3 stats using a site skin, but I figured for the sake of a tag game (which I can never resist) I could pull the skin down to take a looksy! But I'm noting this as a reminder to fellow creators that if you get in your head about the numbers, there is a way to hide them and it helps a lot once you get used to it!
⭐️ Most Hits ⭐️
Daddy Knows Best (Snarry, E, 2k) - this fic has BEEN at the top of my hits for a WHILE and I am 0% surprised to find it still there. Fun fact but the Top 5 fics for hits are all part of my Yes Daddy series. The people love Daddy, even if they don't wanna admit it! 😆
⭐️ Second Most Kudos ⭐️
...Daddy Knows Best again 😂 Oddly the # 1 spot is: Daddy's Boy (Snarry, E, 1k). The Top 5 for kudos only 3 of 5 are from Yes, Daddy haha! The other 2 are Obscene (at # 3) and Contempt (at # 5).
⭐️ Third Most Comments ⭐️
The Curse of Anteros (Snarry, E, 52k) - omg!!!! A fic that's been out all of a month is already in the Top 3 for comments! I am beyond thrilled that reception has been so good so far. I am oh so pleased with the story and so so glad others are loving it with me! Number two for comments is my other longer fic The Best Kept Secrets, but I'm VERY proud (and honestly a bit weepy) that my number one fic for comments is CONTEMPT. My precious baby!!!! Sorry I feel like I'm defeating the purpose of this game but idc. Two of my favorite stories I've written in the Top 3 for comments???? Heck yeah!!!!
⭐️ Fourth Most Bookmarks ⭐️
The Christmas Prince (Snarry, T, 13k) - idk why I'm so surprised by this one, as it's always done pretty well bookmarks-wise! I'm so fond of this story, as it's one I worked hard on to be both fluffy while staying true to Snarry, which I feel is quite the feat! (Also I must point out that Contempt makes # 1 for my bookmarks list, too!!!! AHHHH!!!!!!)
⭐️ Fifth Most Words ⭐️
Contempt (Snarry, E, 20) - oh hey Contempt made the list! You know, in a real way and not me sneaking it in because I can't help but squeal seeing how well it's done. Even if this particular category is less performance-based...oh well! This fic is my heart and soul, my pride and joy, but I've probably talked about this one enough haha! For the curious, Devotion (its companion piece) is number 4 for words and it pleases me to see them side by side!
⭐️ Least Words ⭐️
Valentine's Victor (Snarry, G, 46) - ....I forgot I posted this one LOL. I wrote it for a House of Snarry (@houseofsnarry) drabble game earlier this year and on a whim decided to throw a bunch of my entries for that game on AO3. This work is silly but I had fun with it! And is a nice connection to a community I love! 💖
Tagging (no pressure): @lizzy0305, @perverse-idyll, @writcraft, @fleetingdesires, @givereadersahug, @likelightinglass, @babygray, @sweet-s0rr0w, @tackytigerfic, @wolfpants, @greenmegsnoham, & anyone else who wants to play!
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wip wednesday
tagged by @911onabc and @alyxmastershipper thank you 💖💖
I don't have a lot of new stuff rn, but I missed my holiday fic so here's a lil domestic bit of chapter 28 (christmas III), where the boys finally host christmas themselves, inviting the diazes and the 118, and clipboard!buck makes a brief appearance haha
(and if you haven't read it - it's a super fluffy fake dating fic where they pretend to be a couple in front of eddie's family on holidays, and obvi we're at a point where they got together lol)
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“Hey, babe, taste this.” Buck suddenly says, putting a spoon filled with some sauce right in front of Eddie’s face, hand underneath in case he spills. Eddie does as told, and Buck looks at him expectantly. “It’s missing something, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know. Tastes fine.” Eddie shrugs.
“I know, but it can’t be just fine.” Buck shakes his head, going back to the stove to put the spoon away, then he turns to the spice rack. “It has to be amazing, like when Bobby made it. He never writes his secret ingredients in the recipes, and I’m sure he told me, but I can’t remember.” he mutters, probably mostly to himself, and Eddie can’t help a fond smile as he’s watching him.
“Dad, keep cutting.” Chris says from where he’s sitting at the table. “Every second is scheduled, we can’t fall behind.” he adds, looking at Buck pointedly, because he did schedule their whole day, down to the minute.
“Not every second.” Buck rolls his eyes. “We just have to get a lot done, and I want to make sure we’ll do it all fast enough to watch at least two or three movies tonight.” he says, of course scheduling in their mini Christmas movie marathon, too. Chris rolls his eyes again and goes back to cutting out cookies and placing them on the baking tray. Eddie chuckles. He loves his boys so much. “You know what, I’m just gonna call Bobby.” Buck decides after staring at the spices for a few minutes, as if they were about to give him the answer.
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No pressure tags: @silentxxsoul @jamietarts @elvensorceress @mrevanbuckley @honestlydarkprincess @translasso @alyxmastershipper @panbuckley @shortsighted-owl @prince-buck-diaz
#wip wednesday#buddie#buddie fic#fic excerpt#fic sneak peek#wikiangela writes#my writing#for a holiday (and forevermore)#the holiday fic#btw chapter 28 will be so important and it has to be perfect and I'll try to finish it by the weekend istg haha
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Stats Game
Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most bookmarks, fourth most comments, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.
Thanks for the tag @practicecourts! I don't really know if I'm doing this right, but here goes.
Most hits
Iris with 68,704 hits. My first story, and has some of the highest of my stats (it's also the one I get asked about the most).
Summary: When Hermione left after the battle she never could have predicted it would be for good. Five years later she is pulled back into the magical world in a way that puts her and the people she loves most at great risk.
2. Second most kudos
Was also Iris at second, so I'll add my first place which is Maybe Tomorrow with 1,556. This is one of my currently updating WIPs, with part two...which I should probably make a summary for.
Summary:
The war has ended and Harry is feeling lost and disillusioned. At the encouragement of Hermione he begins to renovate Potter Manor. Over the Christmas Holidays, the two of them stay in the rundown estate and wake up on the morning of Christmas Eve in bed together, in the master suite, looking different than the night before.
3. Third most bookmarks
Weirdly enough Iris also falls into this haha, so I'll go with It Had To Be You which is second highest with 576 bookmarks (354 public).
Summary:
Ten years after the war has ended Harry and Hermione are both single at the same time. The two of them now spend their Friday evenings together hanging out together after their work weeks. Some careless remark from Seamus about if men and woman can really ever just be friends leads to a series of awkward, silly, smutty, mostly happy events. A loosely inspired homage to the classic Romantic Comedy "When Harry Met Sally."
4. Fourth most comments
Also It Had to Be You, so I'll highlight Found which is also currently updating and sitting at around 331 threads/comments.
Summary:
Harry died at the Battle of Hogwarts and Hermione fled the wizarding world, unexpectedly taking a part of him with her. Eleven years later, their daughter Iris is on her way to Hogwarts, eager to discover as much as she can about the world of magic, and completely unprepared for what she's about to find.
(Or yet another alternate universe exploring these characters)
5. Most words
Iris by a long shot with 190,527 words and counting. I think it will end up close to 300k.
6. Least amount of words
A short drabble I did a couple years back called All That Lives Forever with 967 words.
Summary:
"As she throws herself into his arms, her mind races through all the moments he’d walked away from her. The truth she’d been avoiding and trying to stop for so long- that it was always going to end this way."
A slight re-imagining of the I'll go with you scene.
Although bonus, shortest multichapter story I have is 4AM at 2,663.
Summary:
“Do you think she’s trying to kill us?”
Some short snippets of Harry and Hermione's lives as new parents.
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Tagging: anyone who wants to participate! But also tagging @myst867 @annonymouslyblonde @glitterwitch1 @riverwriter
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Can I ask for 5 and 10 for your chalex one (unless that was the time loop one then you can choose any fic you’d like) and 7 for the redubull oscar one? The character is Oscar. I am very fascinated by that idea🫶🏽🫶🏽
Yes the chalex was in fact timeloop asdf. Executive decision therefore all will be about rbr!oscar. Heads up that I originally plotted that back in August last year and I have been rewriting it on and off for the past few weeks so everything is very stc and under heavy construction
5. Is there any scene you're excited about writing?
I am making Logan and Oscar go on a road trip at one point! Genuinely one of my favorite parts of the fic and one of the few if not the only one that has so far survived the carnage that the doc is currently going through.
Important lore but is the fact that here, Logan never did F1 (or at least is now racing in Indy) so he is US based unlike Oscar over in the UK. So original plan was Logan to take Oscar on a road trip through the US to get his mind off of the season but the fic has been getting less depressing through rewrites so I might move it to Europe. Because I know it better lol. But yes, a road trip
7. What are your plans for Oscar?
Oscar initially had a very messy and not well planned character arc that felt like I have been putting him through shit constantly and his character is the primary reason why I am replotting so much of it.
The original idea was uh... well look at what happened to the other two Aussies in Red Bull so far haha. But with timeloop where the ghost of Max Verstappen hangs over everything I am not particularly too fond of writing a fic where his ghost hangs over everything again. I need variety. Also idk how I feel writing Red Bull heavy fic rn so things will have to change on that front.
But the current plan is to stick him in a Red Bull for 2025 and have him face the fact that he no longer has a teammate that he gets along with like a house on fire and the idea of adjusting to a very different team from McLaren. But he is still an Aussie in a Red Bull. Some suffering will be required (affectionate)
10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?
I am lowkey not happy with anything from it cause it is from a time when I was still super rusty but this has survived the carnage so far and will probably survive. Important context is that originally, this took place over the winter break but timelines might be condensed and this might be summer break instead
He spends Christmas in Australia with his family. During the limbo week between then and New Years he flies to America.
Despite flying first class, he still doesn't sleep on the plane and feels like collapsing when he finally gets to Miami. He is coherent just enough to pick up his luggage and find Logan in arrivals but not much more. The hug they share can barely pass off as friendly but hey, Oscar is exhausted, it's a reasonable excuse. It’s on the correct side of too friendly in this context.
When they get to Logan's apartment, Oscar manages to take a quick shower before collapsing to bed. He doesn't even bother to check which bed in which room, Logan would tell him if he minded. So he doesn’t give it any more thought and lets himself fall asleep, exhaustion finally winning.
He wakes up to see the room bathed in the golden light of a sunset, slightly confused before he realizes where he is. Right, he's in Florida, at Logan's place. He looks around, properly studies the room now that he doesn't feel like collapsing again.
#ask#ask game#san tag#erika.fics#genuinely thanks for asking!! im sorry if i came off not very positive there are many non concrete thoughts swirling around#because i was melodramatic af when i got back to writing and i am not a fan of that now. so heavy changes are required o7#but she also is very cherished to me and i do wanna fix her and get her out eventually!! she will be freed one day (this summer)
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Was wondering with the holidays coming up if we could get a little sneak peak of the Christmas EWW chptr ? (If you have any of your ideas for it down yet I mean) If it's too spoilery I understand, not trying to pester or anything, just was giving it a re read recently and I'd be lying if I said I'm not super curious (and excited) lol.
Oh ppl are totally allowed to pester me about EWW in fact I encourage it.
Also I'm all good now so ppl are back to being allowed to pester me about my other fics too haha.
X-mas chapter bit below the cut in case people don't want to be spoiled! Keep in mind it's only in its first draft, but I think this is pretty decent and also a good preview of what's to come 👀
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The door swung open with enough force to plow through the wall.
Or, that’s what Danny was imagining, at least. But despite the loud bang of the door, the scrambling feet, and overwhelming voices, the door stayed perfectly intact on its hinges.
“Aunt Alicia!” Jazz popped up from the couch. “Welcome!”
“Jazz!” Alicia stepped through the interior, her suitcase in hand. A green coat had been thrown over her overalls and plaid T-shirt, and she shed it as soon as she stepped through the threshold of the door.
Jazz hugged her. “Good to see you! You haven’t changed a bit!”
It was true. No matter how old Alicia got, she still wouldn’t be remiss without her red mullet and bulldog-like features.
“I can’t say the same about you!” Alicia said, slapping her hand on Jazz’s back. She pulled Jazz away, surveying her up and down with a grin. “Look at you, your hair’s so long now. And have you grown?”
“Not since I was like thirteen!” Jazz laughed.
Maddie peeked over their shoulders. “I can take your suitcase to the guest room.”
“Nonsense!” Alicia barked. “It hasn’t been that long since I’ve been here. I remember where it is just fine!”
“Don’t worry, Alicia,” Jack said, getting up from the couch. “Go catch up with the kids! I’ll bring your stuff upstairs.”
As usual, Alicia hesitated at Jack’s offer, looking him over as if he were three feet tall and made of fool’s gold.
“Thank you, Jack!” Maddie snatched the suitcase and coat from her sister’s arms and passed them off to Jack who quickly disappeared upstairs. She ushered Alicia into the living room with a, “Come, sit. It was a long flight. Would you like anything to drink? We have both red and white wine somewhere in the cabinets—oh, the white hasn’t been chilled.”
Danny sat rigid on the couch, the cushions suddenly feeling hard underneath him. His brain registered a vague pressure on his thighs, and he glanced down to see his hands gripping his legs. It was still strange to feel only pressure where his brain expected more, and he let his legs go. His arms fell awkwardly to his sides, and then he realized that Alicia was slow to sit down on the armchair, her eyes looking over him like he was some sort of alien at Area 51.
That wasn’t even a far comparison to make. He was the alien at Area 51. Only, instead of being located in the desert, Area 51 was his damn living room.
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so i don't go here, but you seem really into warhammer right now, so tell me about your favorite wh40k fic you've done. pick something you are particularly proud of.
For this, I went only with my one-shots.
I was torn between Actions Speak Louder Than Words and The Gift of the Rope. I'm going to go with the former, as I think the story behind writing it is probably a bit more interesting.
This story is my most... well, pretty much everything of my 40k fics, besides subscriptions. Most kudos, most comment threads, most hits, most bookmarks. It has since been translated into Chinese (with my blessing). And let me tell you, I had so much anxiety writing this story.
See, the 40k fandom has an exchange at Christmastime, and it's named after a holiday in canon that happens around the same time, called Sanguinala. It's a really wonderful time because it's one of the few 40k-exclusive exchanges, and a lot of people participate who don't usually do exchanges. Among the many amazing writers and artists, participating in this exchange is one of my favorite artists in the fandom. And I thought to myself "Becky, what are you going to do if you get them for your assignment?" And I was like "haha there are like 30 people participating, what are the odds?"
So you can guess what happened. I got them for my assignment.
For the prompts, they had three options. I was only really familiar enough with one of the prompts, so I knew immediately what I was going to write.
So in canon you have these 18 demigod-like characters, called primarchs. And they had a civil war (the sides referred to Loyalist and Traitor) and some of them died and some of them turned into daemons and some of them have gone MIA.
And since you don't go here, I'm going to give you the extreme cliffnotes version of why their prompt was a big deal.
Fast forward 10,000 years. There's only 1 known Loyalist primarch in the current canon for a while who is awake and active... until very recently. A second one is no longer sleeping MIA, and these two primarchs have a history. They are, in fact, 2/3rds of my favorite triad, and the triad is one of my absolute favorite romantic relationships in the fandom.
And whether or not one ships them, so much of the fandom is looking forward to them seeing each other again. We don't know when it's going to happen - but we're hoping that it'll be in a novel in the near future.
40k, in terms of writing fic, is a fandom on the smaller side. There have been a few fics written about this supposed reunion, but I think there were only two when I wrote mine? And the ones written were not smutty, and my fic was going to be smutty.
And my anxiety was getting really bad, and I had writer's block. I'm not as current about a lot of the events in "the present" of 40k. I was afraid to get something wrong.
So, in my last ditch attempt to get inspiration, I picked up the novel that had recently been released that talked about the primarch who recently returned. And its one of the best books I've read for 40k. And I found out later that the author is queer, and it is obvious that he crammed as much queer subtext as he possibly could.
And the very end of the epilogue was what I needed to start writing.
My anxiety didn't vanish because I was writing, but at least I was making progress. Which at this point there was less than a week left before assignments were due. I did not have time to second guess myself. Two friends in the fandom were pre-readers for me, and reassured me it was good.
And I submitted my assignment on time, but it wasn't a version I was super happy with. But then I had a week more to come up with a better ending and edit my submission.
Christmas came around, and the recipient loved it.
This fic deals with aging, and I compare and contrast what we-the-readers once saw them as, to their new reality. How it might manifest. And as their bodies have changed, so have they. They've been through so much, and no one really understands what they're going through but each other.
This fic also gave be a massive confidence boost in regards to my writing, and how I engage with the Canon. 40k is hundreds of novels, with plenty being contradictory. And then there are the things one ignores because its dumb. And then all the AUs one writes because one's favorite character died, and yes I understand the narrative significance, but I love him and want him to be happy. ANYWAYS. My knowledge of current events in the canon were not great, and I knew the recipient knew a lot more than me. That didn't stop them from loving my story.
40k is really unlike any series I've written for before. When I wrote for anime/manga, I could say "this is based on [x] version." When I wrote for Dragon Age, I could say "this is only off of the games," and people would understand the scope. 40k is so nebulous, I'm still honestly figuring it out. And I sometimes wonder if the desire to "know the canon" is a barrier to entry for other writers.
I took a giant chance with this story, and I'm still feeling the benefits.
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Hello my dearies~! Today will be my last post for this year of 2023! (I live in Brazil, so the new year is a little bit more later than in other countries haha)
And to finish the year with a golden key, i decided to post my mini fic of why Oliver (my Oc) decided to give Phantasmo (Fluffpillow’s Oc) a present! 🎁
Hope y’all like it! ;D
“But why did you do it…?”
Oliver: ”…wait, so you’re telling me Phantasmo never got a present from ANYONE…?”
T-oby who was currently in the row of the Walmart talking with Oliver: ”uh, yeah…? Well, of course, aside from me and Viola… Phantasmo never got presents from anyone else. But, given his reputation with the townsfolk and also his “hatred” for Christmas… it… isn’t that surprising…”
Oliver: ”well then… i’ll make something really nice and special for him!”
T-oby with a worried smile: ”uhm, are you REALLY sure about that…? I mean, not really wanting to demotivate you but… you know he can easily kidnap you and torture you and-“
Oliver with a determined smile: “Y-yes… i know that but… there’s also this small possibility of him liking my present! :D”
T-oby: “Alright then: you do you but just so you know that if anything happens to you, I won’t be able to help you, got that? I can’t really go against my dad’s orders…”
Oliver giving T-oby a thumbs up while smiling: “Alright! I know, I know. Now if you excuse me, i have a VERY SPECIAL present to give to a certain ghost! See you later T-oby!”
T-oby giving Oliver a small smile: “See you later! Can’t wait to see what you’re gonna do for my dad!”
One knitting session later…
Oliver seeing Phantasmo all alone in a cemetery: *whispering with themselves* “Alright Oliver, you can do t-this!”
*Oliver approaches Phantasmo nervously*
Oliver visibly shaking with excitement and fear: “H-hi… m-m-mister Phantasmo…?”
Phantasmo giving Oliver a glare: “Hmm?”
Oliver slowly approaching the present towards Phantasmo: “Uhh, p-please…? A-accept m-my present…? Pretty p-please…?”
Phantasmo looking at Oliver with suspicion and talking down on them with contempt: “And who may you be…?”
Oliver scratching the back of their head nervously: “O-oh…! S-sorry…! I haven’t introduced myself: the name is Oliver and… i am a big fan of yours… hehe…”
Phantasmo: “Oh~? Really now? How… “nice”. Say: why on earth are you giving ME a… present?” *Phantasmo uses his ghost tail to put some distance between him and Oliver*
Oliver: “Uhhm… because i think everyone deserves a little bit of happiness…? And also because i… uhm…” *Oliver starts avoiding Phantasmo’s eye contact and starts blushing*
Phantasmo looks at Oliver confused for a second and then, realized what Oliver wanted to say. He then smirked smugly at them and used his ghost tail to bring Oliver closer to him: “Well, well, well~ who would have thought~? You like me like… that. Don’t you~? Hmm~?”
Oliver who became a blushing mess: “i… i…”
Phantasmo shushing Oliver: “Ah, ah, ah~ don’t be shy now, here, let’s take a look at what you did for me, shall we~?”
*Phantasmo takes the present from Oliver and opens it*
Phantasmo looking curiously at the pink sweater that Oliver made for him: “Ooohh~! What a nice color! And it has a faint smell of coffee to it~ say: who told you that i liked these two things? Oh, oh, let me guess: T-oby, right? Did i guessed it right~?”
Oliver sweating nervously: “Y-yes… s-sir… w-well, at least he told me that you like coffee scent… the color i guessed because your eyes are pink s-so… y-yeah… hahaha…”
*Phantasmo then started chuckling mischievously… until he grabbed Oliver’s face violently while grinning angrily at them*
Phantasmo: “Did you seriously thought that i… liked your pathetic present~?”
Oliver: “Well i-“
Phantasmo: “WELL, let ME answer you that: no, I didn’t like your stupid present! I don’t care, you hear that?, I. DON’T. CARE. About Y O U. I am a murderous, deranged and psychotic man! Do you, an annoying little lad, think i would “magically” turn into a nice guy just because you were nice to me~? HA! Please, don’t make laugh~”
*Phantasmo then tossed the gift box very far away and dropped Oliver into the ground. While still holding the sweater into his hands and grinning maniacally*
Phantasmo: “Well, i hope this was… memorable for you, because to me, honestly: i will purposely forget you~ now, bye~ and oh, don’t bother trying to annoy me again, next time i see you, i will turn you into one of my experiments~”
*Phantasmo then fades away from Oliver’s view. Leaving them all alone in the cemetery… Oliver sighs sadly, readjust their glasses and gets up to leave the cemetery*
Meanwhile at the doctor’s mansion…
T-oby: “Ohhh! What’s that dad? Did Oliver gave you a sweater? Nice! And ohoho! Guess he guessed right your favorite color too! Did you thanked them?”
Phantasmo passing through T-oby with a neutral expression while holding the present that Oliver gave him: “. . .No.”
T-oby gasping: “Dad! You can’t be rude to the ONLY person who is nice to YOU! That’s it! You’re going to thank them on the new year!”
Phantasmo looking at T-oby with a mocking smile: “Really now~? And HOW do YOU plan on making me~?”
T-oby smirking triumphantly: “You do know that, without ME, you can’t work on ANYTHING… right?”
Phantasmo: “. . .I hate you. . .”
After the new year…
*Oliver listens a knock on their door and goes to open it*
Oliver: “Hello, how may i help you…?”
*Phantasmo was standing at their doorstep, with the pink sweater on and a letter on his floating hands*
Phantasmo: “Ahem… just… take it…”
*Oliver then grabbed the letter and opened it to read it*
Oliver reading the letter out loud: “My neighbor Oliver-“
*Phantasmo shushing Oliver and telling them to not read the letter out loud*
Oliver apologizing and returning to read the letter, but this time, much quieter: “My neighbor Oliver, have you know that i didn’t exactly hated your present… but don’t get any funny ideas from my approval of your present: i simply didn’t hated it. Sincerely, Dr. Phantasmo…”
Phantasmo starting to blush lightly: “T-that’s it… don’t expect more than this…”
Oliver smiling warmly at Phantasmo: “Would you like to stay a little bit longer for some coffee?”
Phantasmo scratching the back of his head and pulling his collar shyly: “Y-yes… i… that would be… lovely.”
#dr. phantasmo#fluffpillow#ocs#oliver#original character#telltown#new year#happy new year#T-oby#i honestly hope this new year isn’t shit to anyone…#i wish you all the best#new years eve#mini fic#writers on tumblr#writers
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hi! may i request hc’s for Rachel? can be best friends, lovers, anything! there’s literally no fics for her haha
hope these are okay! sorry it took so long for me to do this :/
rachel wolfson hcs
she is so funny
like when you’re with her, expect to almost die laughing
when she’s high she gets funnier somehow
sometimes she’ll start telling a joke and just start giggling without finishing the punchline, which causes you to start giggling
and then she forgets why she was laughing so she laughs some more
lots of smoke sessions where u both just chill in her or your apartment
watching some shitty movie with loads of snacks
this becomes routine for you both almost every other evening
if ur dating this will definitely lead to high sex ok she loves it
i feel like she loves road trips
so expect to be dragged out of your apartment to go in the car for hours because she heard about something cool in another state
turns out when you get there whatever she heard of isn’t there anymore
but she doesn’t care because you get to spend more time together in the car on the way back
singing along to her playlist (we know she will never let you play your music)
seeing random attractions on the side of the road so u both stop for a while and mess around
when she’s on set she definitely pranks you
she does it when she isn’t on set, but get ready for it to be 10x worse
her go to thing is to scare you shitless
so when you’re least expecting it she’ll jump out and yell
causing you to throw whatever you were holding or accidentally run into someone cos you were trying to get away from her
if she does it when there’s a crowd around expect for everyone to laugh
but if you tell her it makes u uncomfortable to be laughed at she’ll stop doing it in front of people
(won’t stop when you’re alone though)
she gives the best gifts too
your birthday or christmas, or she just found something cool that reminded her of you
whatever the occasion, you’re gonna love what she bought / found you
rachel is the epitome of the ‘i found a cool rock so now you have a cool rock’ friend / girlfriend
if you’re dating she is the most caring and loving girlfriend ever
she’s already like this with her friends, but she’s so much more caring when you’re dating
she’ll constantly compliment you at random times
you both could be doing your own individual things
she’s folding clothes and you’re doing the dishes or something
and she’ll just give you the most heartfelt compliment you’ve ever heard
and then continue folding clothes like it was nothing
she’ll constantly remind you that she loves you because she doesn’t want to risk you forgetting it (you won’t)
and she likes it when you play with her hair
if you’re both in bed and you start playing with her hair
she’s flat out after 2 mins
she’ll always check up on you
if you mention something that even gives you the tiniest bit of anxiety and then you have to do that thing later in the week
she’ll make sure you know she’s there if you need to take a break from it
and she’ll text you periodically though the day just to make sure everything’s all good
when you do the same with her she really appreciates it
and it just makes her love you more
#rachel wolfson#rachel wolfson x reader#rachel wolfson headcanons#jackass#ryan dunn#bam margera#chris pontius#johnny knoxville#dave england#danger ehren#preston lacy#steveo#wee man#jackass headcanons#jackass x reader#jackass fic#rachel wolfson fic#johnny knoxville x reader#bam margera x reader
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SCP EMERGENCY: a scp story
read other scp fics i did to get comntact on story of Might jenkins my originel scp oc
SCP EMERGENCY
MIGHT was in the lab with doctor shaw and gotted massage from o5 councel "might you must go to the basedment and milk the head lice" said 05 6 and might gotted downstairs with the bucket where a giant scp headlice anmoly was chainwed with a barn
"milking time" might said and squeezed milk from the head lice "help me" screamed a d class as the other gaint headlice pulled into back into the barn to lay nits on his back witch would burst out for sciantists to study "i do not liking that but it is to save millions of lifes so greater good is it what it is" might seid and wented to the lab again
doctor Clef comed and pointed to the map on wall "we have a mission in russia the flesh that hates has ecaped again from its olden days village,
Might got in helichopter and went to the mission in russia and there was fleash monsters "kill them they are not like us" they said picking up pichforks and ak478s but might used a laser machine to kill tons of them "we will protect the human race die evil monsters" and he lasered some more giving them laser.
doctor Clef jumped down with his ukulely witch turned into a machine gun as he opened fire on the flash "we need to find out how they got out of containment" said cleg "oh it" might said.
suddanly they notced there was russian army and gru bases everywhere with labs pumping flesh into people body "what is this depraved oparation" clef said and a big russian stong man picked him up and thorwed him out window "HE WAS MY FRIEND YOU BASTADRD DIE!" might opened fire but the big guy turned into flesh that hates and got real stong real fast "i will break you will russia power" he said but then doctor Kondraki was there with flamethrower "eat fire yeha!" he laughed burning the big bad russian guy.
Might was happy to see him "you got here slow haha" but then the leader og bad guys came in he was buff and half hate flesh IT WAS VLADMIER PUTIN "i am stronged now power and mighty with evil flesh and soon i will infect all russians with it even the childran to make them big and manly and stong and we will invade uklraine unstoppble then world will know power OF MASETER RACE!!" he said and punched might real hard through the brick wall.
some masked cultists with z banners kneeled to putin "we love you our great god are you better than jesus" said the cultist as putin grabbed his mouth and pumped flesh into it infecting him as he growed big with mustles and flesh "I WILL BREAK ENEMYS OF PUTIN!" said flesh cultist.
"russia people are my slaves and will die for me when order i own them" said putin
"YOU ARE MONSTER DO NOT BELONG ANYMORE IN WORLD!" Might sa9id powering up as he opunched into putin 1000s of times as he coughed up blood "HOW YOU STRONG I HAVE FLASH!" he said as might round house kicked him with super and Doctor clef and Kondraki combined attacks with power to blow putin away.
"We are the scp foundation we have power entrusting to us to stop threats like you" said might as he finished Putin off.
the flesh escaped underground as the cultists where arrated and sent to a special prison in space for study.
Might gotted back playing his steamdeck at the lab "what a day that was at least i didnt have to fight the sun this time" might laughed and the alarm camed on and it was 05 2 "might we need you a town has vbeen bnrainwashed by the christmas scp and everyone is christmas controlled"
might sighed "duty never ends haha"
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