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anonymouscakeao3 · 1 year

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the best wingman is… cake?

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (coming soon)

”You kissed him?!"

"Mari!"

"No no no." Mari screamed, the grin on her face was the biggest one Y/n had ever seen, "You met him that night and kissed him!" she squealed, jumping up and down while holding onto Y/n's arm.

"I may have skipped over a very crucial piece of information..."

"Y/n."

"He's a ninja.."

Mari's face went blank, void of emotion then the grin started growing again, "You kissed a ninja? Which one? Are they nice? Was he nice to you? Did he try to do anything to you?" Y/n defensively held their hands up, "It was the earth ninja, yes the ninja are nice, he was nice to me and no he didn't try anything." Mari smirked, "Was he a good kisser though?" A light slap from Y/n lands on Mari's arm, causing her to giggle again, "It was nothing big! Just a short kiss, I'm sure it didn't mean anything!"

They couldn't help but think that. It has been a few days since the celebration and they haven't seen Cole or the ninja at all, they know that they could be on a mission right now but part of Y/n feels as if he's just forgotten about them.

"Y/n, I'm willing to bet all your jam filled donuts that the kiss wasn't nothing to him," Mari threw her hand over her friend's shoulders, "It sounds like you guys got on very well, he's probably just been caught up with his work."

A small 'ding' ran through the shop, alerting the attention of the two friends.

"Now c'mon, let's go help this customer."

"Thank you Mari."

They turned the corner and were greeted by an older looking man, "Oh hello, I was wondering if i could put in an order for a cake if that's okay?" The two nodded and Y/n noted down everything the man wanted and was trying to achieve, "Is it possible to get it delivered if that's okay? I won't have anyone to pick it up for me." Y/n smiled, "Of course, i can drop that off to your house for you, Can I just get your name please?" "It's Lou."

Lou left the bakery after paying a small deposit, leaving Y/n with the notes of the cake, "So what did that guy want?" Mari called, "He put in an order for a cake, a 'welcome home' cake."

"Any specific details?"

"Medium sized cake, chocolate and vanilla flavour. He wants it to be mountain themed, with rocks and all that stuff. Must be a mountain climber or something."

"Due when?"

"Sunday. We have a couple of days, I reckon I can get this done in two days. One day for baking, the next for decorating."

Mari nodded, "If you need any help, let me know." she said, picking up the piping bag and continuing to pipe the frosting border on a cake. "I'll get started tomorrow. All going to plan, I should finish Saturday then I can deliver it Sunday afternoon." Y/n said, pulling an empty tray from the front storage case, "You can head home whenever you want tonight, I'll close up." "Are you sure? I thought it was my turn to close up." They shrugged, "You can just owe me one, I've just got some work I wanna go over before I head home so I'll sit and do it here." Mari nodded, placing the piping bag down, "I'll pop this cake in the fridge, clean up then go."'

The Friday and Saturday flew by fast, Y/n was juggling baking and dealing with customers. Mari had to call in sick both days due to having to take care of her younger sibling which left Y/n to run the shop by themself, which thankfully, not many people came in, allowing them to focus on the cake more.

Sunday is the usual day the bakery is closed. Y/n had finished up the cake the night before and placed it in the fridge, they woke up around 10am and rolled out of bed, opening their phone to review the delivery instructions for the cake, "Deliver around 4pm.. Simple enough, and It's nearby!" They cheered. They opened Mari's messages and started typing.

'how is your sister feeling today?'

'still like shit :p'

'want me to come over and drop anything off?'

'unless its the cure for her flu, it's best you stay away. its pretty nasty :')'

'roger that o7'

'just let me know if y'all need anything'

'eye eye captain y/n! :D'

Y/n laughed, setting their phone aside and sighing, they looked around her room and frowned, "Well, might as well clean my room. I've got a few hours to kill."

By the time 3pm rolled around, Y/n had cleaned their room as well as the kitchen and lounge room. They dressed in their work clothes and grabbed their shop keys, locking up their apartment and driving to the shop.

They had to quickly touch up the cake after pulling it out of the fridge, adjusting some of the rocks that had fallen off or moved. They managed to leave the shop at 3:50pm, packing the cake safely into the car and driving off to Lou's house.

When arriving, Y/n's phone had dinged, signalling a message from Mari.

'there's spare clothes in the boot of your car ;)'

'thank me later, ily <3'

'??'

'very confused'

'why do i need spare clothes?? ://'

'shshshhsh stop messaging me on the job ;)'

They rolled their eyes and slipped their phone into their pocket as they got out and unloaded the cake, walking to the front door and knocking. Soon Lou opened the door, "Ah, right on time," He looked at their name tag, "Y/n, nice to see you. Please, come in!" He moved out of the doorway, allowing them to walk in and shut the door behind them, "If you'd just follow me, I'll take you to the kitchen where you can place the cake and I can give you the money." They followed him through the long hallway of the house, looking at every picture on the wall that they passed. There were other voices coming from a room further down the hallway but they couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Just in here please, dear." They placed the cake on the kitchen counter, marvelling at the nice, expensive looking kitchen. "You have a lovely house sir." "Lou looked surprised but then quickly laughed, "No need to call me sir, that's way too formal for me. Just call me Lou." He stretched his hand out, which Y/n took, shaking his hand. "Please just wait here while I go find my wallet." Lou hurried out of the kitchen and down the hallway, Y/n could hear him talking to the other voices before he returned, wallet in hand.

"Dad, are you ready for cake?"

Y/n tensed up, recognising the voice from the party the other night.

"Just a minute Cole, let me finish paying the nice worker for it." Lou handed Y/n the money and thanked them again. As they turned around, they tried walking to the door with their back turned to what they could guess was Cole and the rest of the ninja.

"Oh Y/n, wait! I forgot your tip!" Y/n mentally cursed, turning around with a nervous smile, now facing both Lou and the ninja, "It's fine-" "I'll pay for the tip dad." Cole said, standing up from his chair and nudging Y/n outside, closing the front door behind him.

The two were now outside, standing on the driveway of the house. "Small world huh, I should've expected you might've been the one delivering the cake after my dad said he got one." Cole laughed, "Yeah, I didn't realise he was your dad." They smiled, fidgeting with the edge of their apron. "Hey, are you okay?" Y/n nodded, "Yeah, just didn't expect to see you here. I feel a little embarrassed honestly." They laughed. He sat down on the top of the driveway, patting the ground next to him, inviting them to sit. Y/n sat next to him, hugging their knees to their chest.

"Why are you embarrassed?"

"I look like a mess and I delivered a cake while looking like a mess to the ninja."

Cole laughed, "You're kidding me right?" Y/n shook their head no. "You look fine, sure you might have a little bit of frosting on your apron but you're a baker, you make cakes, it's to be expected." He threw his arm around their shoulders, pulling them closer and causing them to lean against his shoulder, "Stay tonight, please?" They smiled, "Sure, okay."

The two sat there, looking up at the stars before Y/n jumped up, "No fucking way. I just realised what Mari's message meant." They pulled her phone out of their pocket and read the messages again, "She must've seen the name on the order and realised it was your dad or something because she told me that there was extra clothes in the back of my car." Y/n walked over to their car and lifted the boot open, there in a shopping bag was a pair of Y/n's jeans on the top. Cole walked over to them and helped them shut the boot, "C'mon, you can get changed inside." He smiled.

The pair walked inside, Cole leading them down the hallway towards a dimly lit room, he walked inside and flicked on the light switch, revealing walls that were covered in posters, drawings and multiple photos. The bed was neatly made but Y/n could tell it had been sat on in the meantime, there was also a string of fairy lights hanging above the bed. in the corner of the room was a large desk, multiple pieces of papers and drawings were scattered across the top of it.

"This is my room, you can get changed in here if you'd like."

Y/n walked in, looking all around at the decorated room, "I can just tell this is your room." They laughed, "What's that supposed to mean?" Cole smiled, crossing his arms over his chest, "It just fits you, I don't know how to describe it, but it just gives off a 'Cole' vibe." Y/n placed their bag on the bed, "I'll take that as a compliment." He laughed, walking towards the door and shutting it behind him, leaving Y/n to rummage through their bag to see what Mari had left them with.

"Hey Cole?"

"Yeah?"

"Um.. Do you have a spare shirt or jumper I could borrow please?"

"Are you dressed? Can I come in?"

He carefully opened the door, spotting Y/n sitting on the bed, "Sorry.. Mari didn't pack a shirt and I don't really want to wear my frosting covered shirt." They laughed. Cole waved his hand at them, walking over to his wardrobe, "Don't stress it's fine." He pulled a plain black jumper from the drawer and passed it to them, "I normally wear that to bed but it's clean. Also the others have never seen me wear it so they shouldn't suspect anything if you're worried about them noticing." He smiled, walking back out of the room and closing the door behind him.

When Y/n put the jumper on, all they could smell was Cole and whatever deodorant he used. If you couldn't already tell he was the elemental master of earth, you'd be able to tell if you ever went near him, he smelt like the earth and rain.

They finished getting dressed and opened the bedroom door, jumping slightly when they saw Cole leaning against the wall, he silently led them to the kitchen where everyone was seated at the table.

Y/n sat across from Cole and next to Nya nervously smiling at everyone while they sat down, "Nice of you guys to finally join us, we've been waiting to get into this cake." Kai smirked, nudging Cole with his elbow causing the water elemental, who was sitting directly opposite her brother, to kick his shin under the table. "That was uncalled for." Cole laughed, high-fiving Nya, "It was very called for."

"So Cole, when were you going to tell me about your partner?" Lou asked, taking them both by surprise and causing Y/n to choke on the water they were drinking.

"We're just friends Dad!" He stated, glancing at Nya who was patting Y/n's back as they recovered.

"Friends don't wear each other's jumpers, son." He smirked, neatly placing his hands on the table.

"How do you know that's mine?"

"Cole, I'm your father, I know everything. Also you used to wear it around home all the time."

Cole dropped his head on the table while Y/n covered their face with their hands, the others laughing in the background. "Alright, alright." Lloyd started, "Let's leave the lovebirds alone and have some cake." He grabbed a knife and handed it to Cole who took it and slid the cake towards him, he glanced at Y/n who was trying to look everywhere but at him and sighed, placing the first cut in the cake.

He cut the rest of the cake and served slices to everyone, giving Y/n their slice last. They looked over at him and smiled, quietly thanking him.

The rest of the night was quiet. mainly consisting of the ninja sharing stories to Lou about their adventures and things they've seen and Lou sharing stories about his life before Cole was born.

One by one, the ninja started walking back to the monastery, bidding their goodbyes to Cole's father. Lou eventually headed to bed, apologising to both Cole and Y/n for embarrassing them in front of the other ninja before heading into his room. Leaving Cole and Y/n in the living room together, sitting on the separate couches.

"Sorry about my dad," Cole started, "He doesn't miss a chance to embarrass me." he laughed, glancing at Y/n who smiled in response, "Don't stress." They glanced at the clock, 'Hm, almost 11pm.' They sat up and tied the laces to their shoe, "I think I should get going, it's pretty late." They glanced up at Cole through their hair and watched as he looked up at the clock himself, grimacing at the time. "Sorry, I didn't realise how late it was. Did you want to stay here for the night?" Y/n stood up, "No it's fine, I don't live too far so It's not too long of a drive, but thank you."

"Can I at least walk you out to your car?"

"Of course, please protect me Mr Ninja in case any snakes try to nab me." They both laughed.

Cole guided them to the front door, pulling it open for them then walking out himself. The street was quiet, the only source of light coming from the lounge room window and the dim street lamps. Y/n unlocked their car and put their bag in the backseat, shutting the door and then leaning against the car.

"This gives me deja-vu." They laughed, causing Cole to tilt his head slightly, "What do you mean?"

"Well last time, I walked you out to your car, remember?"

"Oh yeah." He smiled.

"Did you want your jumper back? I can quickly get changed in my car."

"No no it's fine. I'll get it when I come into the bakery one day." He smiled, "Besides, It suits you."

Y/n blushed slightly, thankfully it wasn't too noticeable due to the lighting, "Guess I'll just have to take it with me to work everyday in case you come in."

Cole laughed, "I'll come in soon I promise."

They stood there in silence, pretending to look up at the stars while sneaking glances at each other.

"You should really head home, it's getting late." He said, head still facing the sky.

"And what if I don't want to leave yet?" Y/n grinned, crossing their arms over their chest.

"You're more than welcome to stay but I think we both know you'd rather be in your bed than sleeping on the couch."

Y/n rolled their eyes, "Yeah, you got me there." They pulled their car keys out of their pocket and turned back to Cole, leaning up and placing a small kiss on his cheek, "See you soon then." They smiled before unlocking their car and getting in, soon driving off, leaving Cole standing there holding his cheek while smiling.

#ninjago x reader #ninjago #cole brookstone x reader #ninjago cole x reader

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drindrak-art · 1 year

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There is nothing wrong with Rose Tyler's old pocket watch.

The watch belonged to her father - at least, that’s what Rose always believed and that’s what she told the Doctor when he asked. The watch was broken and had been for as long as she’s had it; not that she let the Doctor know that bit. Something deep inside her told her to lie lie lie about it - that it worked fine, that it was just a stupid trinket that reminded her of her father, that there was nothing wrong with her watch. And eventually he dropped the subject and never brought it up again. Though she always noticed the looks he’d send to it, brows furrowed, confused and searching for something strange about it. So Rose would hide it away in her pockets; hide it from his scrutiny.

But the Doctor’s interest in the watch would always bring her attention to it.

Because Rose would barely remember she owned the watch. Her gaze would shift from it as if she wasn’t holding it in her hands; as if she wasn't feeling the cold metal warm in her grip. Her attention would always switch focus to something other than the perfectly normal, nothing weird about it, watch hiding in her pockets.

People rarely even noticed the thing and never brought it up unless Rose did first. And always, always, the first thing she’d say is, “It’s my dad’s old pocket watch. Still works perfectly fine!” No matter what people said about it, she’d always reiterate that there’s nothing wrong with her watch. It's a normal, nothing strange about it, stop asking about it, pocket watch.

Rose would often put the watch out of her mind - her head already too full with that constant damnable noise. Always in the back of her head pounding away like a child’s drum set - just one-two-three-four one-two-three-four, over and over and over, neverending. The pain from it was at least manageable with over the counter pain meds.

When she’d looked into the Heart of the TARDIS and the TARDIS looked back and together they became the Bad Wolf, the noise had, for one glorious moment, vanished as if it was never there to begin with. One beautiful, silent moment.

But it was back the moment the Bad Wolf left her - the moment the Doctor died to save her from burning. Pounding in that one-two-three-four harsher than ever, leaving her with a near constant headache that nothing seemed to help with.

When she’d begun falling towards the Void alongside the Daleks and the Cybermen, the watch screamed for her to open it, to let it help, to not let the Doctor abandon her again - but Pete, her alternate universe dad, caught her before she could. The watch quieted and Rose pushed the strangeness of it out of her mind because now she was trapped, stuck in an alternate universe without the Doctor, without the man she loved most of all.

It’s not until Bad Wolf Bay, after words said in tears; a desperate “I love you!” falling from her lips and his stupid, waste of time response of: “Quite right too … and I suppose, if this is my last chance to say it-”; after his image disappeared before finishing his sentence and her heart broke more than it ever had, that she finally, finally, took proper notice of the watch.

The watch was hot to the touch and pulsating a soft golden colour and whispers of “it’s time, it’s time, open me, do it, do it now” escaped it and god how her finger itched to press the clasp and open it - but her mother’s arms go around her shoulders, dragging her into a hug. The spell the watch had on her breaks and she forgets it entirely.

Forgets it until nearly two months later, when she’s lying in bed in a too empty apartment, trying and failing to get over the Doctor, and the watch hisses to her: “Stupid, useless little ape. Open me. It’s time. Open the watch, now.” She looks at it and it's like she’s in a trance, staring and staring at it, unable to look away. Her finger catches on the clasp and the watch swings open with a bright golden light that burns through her like Bad Wolf once had and crushes her human mind beneath the louder than ever one-two-three-four one-two-three-four… and she collapses like a puppet with its strings cut.

Five minutes and twenty-seven seconds later, the Master opens her eyes and smiles.

#me? back into doctor who?#more likely than you think #enjoy this brainrot thats been destroying me for the entire weekend #rose!master #rose is the master au #doctor who #doctor who au #honestly if i write more it'll probably end up as a thoschei au #its the angst potential guys #so much potential #the master #rose tyler #the doctor #is it ten or nine?#who cares you decide #leave me and my run on sentences alone ok #theyre supposed to be run on #i did it on purpose

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0perfectimperfections0 · 11 months

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What if Lou painfully, desperately, and forcefully went through the portal, how would all the the other dolls react to this.

So, I'm gonna switch this up a bit if that's okay (and if not...oops)

I love the idea of Lou being able to go through the portal, really, I do. HOWEVER, it wouldn't be as effective for his backstory. Like, at the point that the Uglies get to the factory (and long before then, really) Lou is in a mental state where he is willing to do ANYTHING to escape this prison he's in. Even as far as conforming the prison into an empirical hierarchy of supremacy for himself. So, even if he were able to go through the portal -- with the only risk being unbearable pain to touch it/go through it -- Lou would not think twice about going through anyway. He would deal with any pain if it meant getting to the Big World.

This is why I'm twisting this prompt around:

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The crack in the portal ripped its way across the diameter. The light flickered, tinting an opaque red where the crack sliced through. LuckyBat had sprung up in front of Lou just as he bolted forward to make the final incision. The tip was pushed back and Lou's feet skid across the ground at the loss of momentum. Lucky--now empowered by his sudden burst of courage and the surprised look on Lou's face--slung the prototype across the ground. Lou rolled and staggered to his feet. He was in front of the portal, dangerously close to touching it. He glanced behind him toward his feet, seeing the few inches between himself and the portal.

There was little time to jump out of the way before another strike hit his side. Light flooded his vision as the right side of his body finally made contact with the portal. The blue light glitched and melted into red as Lou screamed. Moxy and her friends skid to a halt from where they had been rushing to help LuckyBat. Pulsating waves of red light -- like a heartbeat -- glowed and Lou collapsed to the ground, his back still touching the portal. Lucky shook his head from his empowered daze and dropped the needle. He made half a step toward Lou before hands pulled him back.

Wage grabbed the bat by the wings and veered him back quickly as the crack in the portal reached across the entire diameter.

"Lou!" Ox's voice rang through the clearing and he panted to get back to the portal. The prototype's eyes glitched between normal to a solid glow of red across the entire expanse of his scleras.

The electric shock coursing through Lou's body made his heart race painfully. He couldn't do anything but lay helplessly as his body spasmed against the portal. His heart quickened in pace as the portal neared complete destruction. The glitching in his eyes escalated and his screams became distorted like feedback from a radio. Ox was cut short in his pursuit of his brother when the portal finally imploded and sent a shockwave through the vicinity. Ox was flung back along with many of the closer dolls.

Shards of the annealed glass scattered, mimicking a glittering ring throughout the Institute.

It was silent for a long minute once all the shards had quieted and the portal was now a hollow void. What fragments hadn't been discarded across its radius were left sticking out of the edges in jagged, piercing forms. The dolls gaped at the destruction.

Ox spared barely a glance at the ruins before looking across the stage. He pushed himself onto his feet and ran toward the center of the devastation. A few shards stuck into his feet, but he merely pushed through the pain. His friends called out to him to stop, but he didn't listen. Lou was nowhere to be found. Ox's breathing picked up speed as he turned in quick circles to try and find the blond.

"Over here!"

The bunny looked across the wayside and saw Nolan kneeling down beside the prototype.

He wasn't moving.

"Oh doll." Ox felt weak in his knees and his ears fell back limply behind his head. He hurried, jumping off the platform and narrowly skipping over what shards he could spot before running up on them.

Lou was completely limp while Nolan held his torso in his arms. Lines of fabric had been torn from stray shards hitting Lou's face and all over his body. One shard was embedded deeply into his neck. Ox, with shaky hands, cupped one paw against Lou's face while the other gingerly tugged at the glass. It sparked and Ox let go on instinct as it zapped him. It clattered against the ground. The place of insertion sparked and red streams of light flashed like lightning in Lou's neck.

There was no rise and fall motion of his chest. No twitch in his body. Nothing. Lou wasn't responding and by now the crowd had gathered, raising Ox's anxiety. "G-Get one of the robots!" He flung a paw out urgently, not taking his eye off the unconscious doll. Unconscious. Not dead. Lou couldn't be dead.

Squeaky wheels rolled up beside the three. A blue light cascaded over Lou's form and the robot beeped and registered the information. "Model 12 Prototype: Not Confirmed. Chip inactive."

"I called ya over here to help!" Ox's fur bristled. "Fix 'im! Help 'im! Do somethin'!"

"Prototype Model 12 is no longer in service." It answered monotonously.

Ox's breathing was ragged. He swallowed, looking at Lou and then at the robot. Breathlessly, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"In layman's terms, Prototype Model 12 is dead."

"Screw you," Ox turned his back on the robot. "If you won't help 'im then I will."

"Ox," Moxy said softly.

"No. He ain't dead." Ox shook his head defiantly. He took Nolan's place holding the blond. "C'mon, Lou, wake up," he shook Lou lightly. No response. "Please...Lou!" He looked at the red streams of light emanating from the hole in Lou's neck. Why...why was it not normal stuffing? They've been torn many times before and it never...it never killed them. Why wasn't Lou waking up?

"Persistence is futile," the robot continued. "His creator will be notified and another prototype will be implemented."

This made the crowd call out in a frenzy. "We don't want another one of him!"

"Yeah! He's nothing but a liar!"

"He kept us from the Big World!"

The robot's eyes blinked as it registered the heated statements. "That is not possible. The Institute requires a prototype to maintain it from the inside."

Ox whirled on the machine. "We don't need another one! Get Lou back! Fix 'im!"

"As I said, that is not possible. He is no longer in service--"

"He's. Not. Dead," Ox growled. "He...W-We just need to get 'im stitched up and he'll be fine." The bunny was more or less trying to convince himself of that.

"Stitching will not help. His microchip is destroyed."

"What microchip!?" Ox felt like he was going to lose it. Moxy put a hand on his back to try and calm him. He took in a shaky breath. "I'm fine," he whispered to her briskly.

"All prototypes are made with a microchip that is the source of their functioning. Model 12 Prototype, as you call, Louis, can not live without it."

Ox blinked and slowly looked back down at the blond. A thumb brushed over the open wound. A small fragment of red fell into his paw and he held it up to get a better look. It had small lines of red streaming through that were abruptly stopped when it reached the fragmented edge.

A blue light cascaded over his paw, making him startle. The robot finished its scan and responded. "The microchip is unsalvagable. A new one will be made for the next prototype." It rolled away, not giving them the opportunity to speak again.

Ox's chest tightened and he felt the air being knocked out of his lungs. He stared down at Lou. Nothing, still. It didn't make any sense. Why would Lou not tell him something so important? It was never mentioned when he first arrived at the Institute. He knew nothing about this crucial source of life inside the doll.

The crowd exchanged looks awkwardly. They didn't like Lou...but...

"We didn't need him anyway," one of the dolls in the crowd spoke up. "We don't need another one, either. We'll be fine without some arrogant prototype." More dolls voiced their agreement.

Dolls don't need you or your training!

Ox swallowed hard.

He didn't get the chance to say sorry.

#ox #lou #character death #angst #ask #answer #fanfiction #writing

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voulezloux · 4 months

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annual writing self-evaluation

thank you lou @nouies for the tag! having to do self reflection is hard yall

also i wrote this on a google doc so ignore the fact everything is properly capitalized

1. List of works published this year:

One chance (kiss him you fool)

Nights like these

Your right now, your forever, your last call, your whatever

Defying stars

Always had that heart of mine

Part time soulmates (full time problem)

It’s the summer of our love

If it feels like love (then it must be love)

Make my wish come true

2. Work you are most proud of (and why):

Defying stars! I’ve always wanted to write a marching band au and i finally got to do it. I’m also proud of part time soulmates (full time problem) because it was so much fun to write

3. Work you are least proud of (and why):

I am not very happy with how one chance (kiss him you fool) turned out. I had so many idea for it and none of them came to fruition. I wish i spent more time working on it and i wish i could describe things better than i can

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

From part time soulmates (full time problem)

Harry nods, continuing his tirade on a table. “Why don’t you want to bond?”

Louis freezes mid throw. “What?”

“You said you didn’t want to bond when we first found out. What makes you not want to bond?”

Louis throws the plate on the ground. “That’s a bit personal, innit?” He laughs. “My mum.”

The air is filled with a sad smell, obviously coming from Louis. Harry resists the urge to wrap his arm around the omega, to comfort him. His stomach is turning in a bad way, and he wants to take back the question.

Before he can, Louis continues, “My mum was bonded three times, twice it failed. Watching her go through the pain of breaking a bond was awful, and I had to protect my siblings from seeing the worst of it. I always…” He sighs. “I always thought I’d be an alpha so I could control when I would get bonded. But then I presented as an omega and I, I don’t know. I guess everything changed and I didn’t want to go through the pain an omega would have to go through if a bond was broken.”

Harry is left speechless, and it’s harder now to not want to console the omega. “Louis…”

“No, don’t do that,” Louis points the plate in his hand he was going to throw at Harry. “You’re not about to feel bad for the poor omega who has trauma. You’re going to smash this plate and you’re going to be mad.”

I always love strong, independent omega louis and this is by far one of my favorite examples of this

5. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

I always love when people respond to my author’s notes at the end. Idk it makes me feel like people actually care about what i’m writing and i’m not just screaming into the void. I have a lot of issues with feeling like my works are liked and/or loved and that people care about what i’m writing, so when people read and respond to my author’s notes, it makes me feel seen.

6. A time when writing was really, really hard:

Whenever i get close to a deadline, i start panicking even if i have the fic most of the way finished. So, deadlines man.

7. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

I wrote two rare pairs this year and one of them included ryan ross! Writing ryan was a challenge since i’ve not written anything that wasn’t larry or phan in years, and i’m very happy with how that fic turned out.

8. How did you grow as a writer this year:

I have no idea. Someone tell me how i grew as a writer bc i’m los

9. How do you hope to grow next year:

Hopefully more fics that are of my own will (meaning non fic fest fics, all but one of my fics this year was a fic fest fic, and the one that wasn’t from a fest was an exchange). I have ideas that have been put on the back burner due to fic fests.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

All of my friends, but especially rei (they don’t use tumblr anymore). I met rei during phandom big bang one year (they were my beta) and, even though they are into kpop and i’m into 1d, rei always listens to my coked up ideas for fics i wanna write and even the fics i read. Love you bro (even though you won’t see this) (jk i'll show this to them)

Bonus mentions for fandom friends are lou (@nouies) and andi (@tommokat). Lou because she is a wonderful person and always gasses me up when needed and andi because she lets me bounce ideas off of her and helps me with my fics.

11. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

Yes! Defying stars i stole a lot of things from that fic from my real life in high school. Biggest example from that fic is the marching band show from my freshman year, which was also called starcrossed!

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

Do not get discouraged if a fic you are excited about doesn’t perform well with readers. Fic in it of itself is self indulgent and as long as you like it, it’s worth writing. If people also enjoy it, then it’s a bonus.

13. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

I’m writing in my first ever 1d big bang! I don’t want to give out too many details (it involves a non conventional character and i’m deathly terrified of backlash) but it’s a labor of love. I’ve been wanting to write this kind of fic for a long time and i’m glad i have an opportunity to write it.

14. Tag three writers whose answers you’d like to read!

@tommokat @larryatendoftheday and @alwaysxlarrie

*All answers should be about works published in 2023

#o posts #my fic #thank u lou for the tag!#self reflection is hard but i enjoyed it

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dilfbuck · 24 days

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why did nobody tell me the chin grab wasn’t scripted??

screaming into the void right now

Lou ATE with that performance omg

#askbox #every day i wake up and im still just like. wow. its real

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lounaticm · 2 years

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You know, Dark has 3 birthdays.

The birth of him as a concept, which is adhered to the date of June 19th.

His first canonical appearance in Date, February 14th.

And the in-universe birth of Dark as a being in the final chapter of Who Killed Markiplier, October 13th.

#lou screams into the void #markiplier #darkiplier #mayor damien #in space with markiplier #iswm #who killed markiplier #wkm #a date with markiplier #adwm #i never see anyone else talk about this #and since it's one of my boy's birthdays i figured i'd go ahead and say it #beloved void man 🖤

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a-wondering-thought · 2 months

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welcome to the wonderings of thine

hello wanderer, you seem to have stumbled upon my grove of musings, so let me introduce myself

-you can call me Sam :) (nicknames are adored too so you are welcome to do that too!!)

-im a hozier and boygenius stan first and a human(i prefer lost soul but whatever) second, i love them with every fibre of my being

-he/they/she genderqueer aroflux lesbian

-my greatest hobby is music, i love it so so much, and im always wanting to find more so if you give me a recommendation i'll love you forever(and please just talk to me about music in general)

-i have an art blog where i do some shitty art @orionlyn if you're interested in that (if you come check it out i'll give you a katana)

-i love Gothic literature(mary shelley my beloved <3) and just books, history and philosophy in general, so im always up for a conversation about those!!

-i do write a bit and sometimes(tbh rarely) post it on here

-you are legally required to tell me about your oc's or i shall behead thou (no but please please do, i love hearing about them)

-my favourite composer is Tchaikovsky(im trying to get more into classical music bc i love it sm so if you have any rec's pls do share)

-lucy dacus is the most beautiful woman alive, i worship hot n heavy like sacred text

-i love sunsets and sunrises and also space, they're the best

-some of my favourite musicains are, Tracy chapman, Hozier, Lucy dacus, Lyn lapid, Madds buckley, Benjamine leroy quartet, laufey, raveena, girl in red, phoebe bridgers(just all of boygenius), mayfare trio, queen and many others that i have forgotten

-please never be afraid to send me an ask or dm, i love talk to people

-also im technically a minor so fuck off if ur being weird

-dont have a dni, i'll just block you if i dont like you or if you're a bigot

free palestine

-i dont have much of a tagging system as its very chaotic but,

#O'wonderings of art - anything to do with art but mainly me reblogging art

#O'wonderings of writing - anything to do with writing or poetry or anything like that

#me being a lesbian - self-explanatory

#frankensteinposting - beloved frankenstein posting. You will see this, i cant shut up about this book

#answered - all asks

#the twin™ - it refers to my twin @catinasink !!

#crow in the night - this is the crow that is the person who also cant be normal about madds buckley @bassguitarinablackt-shirt

#expert rickroller cami - that is @littlebookworm69

#my beloved - me simping over someone

#coulson simp in the trenches - my qpr wife @loulooser !!

#sam screams into the void - my original posts

#*collecting the seashells fallen from Jupiter - this is @sleepinginmygrave tag!!

#lesbian cat charmer - my fellow simp @evermorecatra

#firefly in the sunset - this is @annotated-catastrophe tag!!(i want to watch a sunset with you)

#vampire lesbian - resident vampire lesbian @literatureisdying

#that gay father of snails called van gogh - This is for our local arsonist/incredible artist @rorythinks !!!

#willow tree swaying in the wind - my qpr girlfriend @my-mind-is-frozen !!

#bi-conic eliza - @anixknowsnothin bc she is the bicon and basically eliza

#chronic gayposter - my favourite artist and the huge gay™ @bunnyb1nk

#intro post #sam screams into the void #this will probably be edited #Uhhh special mentions to people i need to give better tags to #skate!!#lou <3 #leo <3

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omniblades-and-stars · 4 months

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Nilea listened to that crazy woman's incessant, flirtatious chattering and talk about human pubic hair with a great deal of disdain. She waited a very long time, probably close to an hour, to even try to move. Until then, she maintained the ruse that she was still unconscious.

Fucking techfiend mercenaries and their tricks.

Frankly, she was jealous that her omni-tool couldn't do that. Of course, this only served to make her more angry at the smallish human woman. The gall to kidnap her and use her own spacecraft to do it? Nilea was going to fucking strangle the bitch. And then take her omni-tool.

When they approached the mass relay, Nilea seized on her chance. The woman seemed distracted, and she wasn't even wearing heavy armor. It would be so easy to just sneak up while she had her nose buried in that datapad of hers.

"That's not gonna work on me, hon."

Nilea froze, save for the very irritated flanging of her mandibles. She slowly looked up to see that the bounty hunter had the barrel of her sidearm tilted at an angle, to one of the parts of her head that wasn't covered in hard plates.

Not that it mattered at such close range, but it was obvious that this human was careful. And knowledgeable.

The pair stared at each other for an eternity, caught in the rictus of distrust and pure hatred. Nilea wasn't going to be the first to move, she didn't like the idea that her brains might soon decorate the deck.

The mercenary waved her gun towards the back, "Well go on then, scooch back. You can sit on the bed for all I care. You try to sneak up on me again though, I'll just hit you with overloads until we get to where we're goin'." Still, Nilea didn't move. "You got cotton in your ears? I said move, damn it!" The woman rolled her wide brown eyes and shifted like she was going to stand up.

Nilea didn't like that one bit. She sat up with a lurch and then propelled herself back with her feet until she was firmly back against the far wall. She glared hotly at the woman, unable to stop the angry vocalizations from rumbling out, though she spoke no words.

The woman planted her feet on the deck and draped her arms casually over her knees as she leaned forward, gun still very much in hand. "I don't expect you to be nice, but here's ground rules: One, don't fucking touch me. Two, you can talk, scream, cuss, I don't care. Three, if you gotta relieve yourself, just tell me you're going. Left your hands up front for a reason. Nothing in the restroom for you to use as a weapon, I already checked. Four, if you get hungry, tell me. I saw you got nutrient paste, I also brought dextro food," the mercenary took a deep breath, pausing her rapid list. "And five, don't fucking touch me. We clear?"

"Very."

The bounty hunter flashed her a very disarming smile, "Perfect. Now that's out of the way, I was readin'." She spun to the side, so that Nilea was in her periphery and propped her legs back up on the co-pilot’s seat. Her datapad was back in her hand, and the only reason that you would know that anything had happened was that she still had her pistol held in her other hand, resting in her lap.

The bounty hunter's omni-tool started beeping again, and she just ignored it.

"You going to get that?" Nilea sneered, assuming it was whatever asshole they were flying to right now.

"Nope."

Nilea sat in uncomfortable silence for what felt like decades, but was probably closer to half an hour. She clicked her tongue against her teeth, "Where are you taking me, bounty hunter?"

"Gellix."

If Nilea expected the name of the planet to enlighten her, she was disappointed to find that it had not. She leaned the back of her head against the wall. Kidnapped by a tiny human, and being taken, presumably, straight to Cerberus by said human. This bounty hunter didn't seem the type to work with Cerberus, but if one followed the threads of logic, clearly, she did. Fucking terrorists.

"Do you have a name?" Calling her bounty hunter any time she needed to speak was going to get old, quickly.

The woman turned again, lowering the datapad so she could look into Nilea’s eyes, "Call me Jimothy!" The way she said it made it sound like a joke, but if it was, Nilea didn't get it.

Nilea just stared at her blankly, unsure if she was joking or not.

"Girl, I'm fuckin’ with you. Name's Lou."

Oh, Nilea was going to strangle the shit out of her. And she was going to enjoy it.

#wip #pass the knife #out of context lou posting #out of context nilea posting #daisy screaming into the void #i just love my girls so much

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welcometothejianghu · 9 months

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Small Fandom Summer Update

I felt like running the numbers on Small Fandom Summer, the thing where I'm trying to write a fic every 1-2 weeks, schedule permitting, for a fandom that has fewer than 1000 English-language works in it on AO3. Bonus points for rarepairs!

It's been going pretty well! Here's what I got so far:

The Rightful Ruler (少年歌行 | The Blood of Youth - 106 total works, 50 English) - Lei Wujie/Xiao Se (25 total, 4 English - and of those four, this is the only one that actually contains content for this pairing)

The Doctor is In (心宅猎人 | Psych-Hunter - 25 total works, all in English) - I tagged it as Jiang Shuo/Qin Yiheng (22 total), but it's really just Qin Yiheng/Original Male Character (the only one!) with extra Jiang Shuo voyeurism

A Single Explosion (终极笔记 | Ultimate Note - 652 total works, 509 English) - Pangzi & Xiao Ge (64 total) or Pangzi/Xiao Ge (68 total), depending on how you read it

Dog (伪装者 | The Disguiser - 1,382 total works; 128 English) - Ah Cheng/Ming Lou (517 total, 39 English)

And I am green, and you are wood (沙海 | Tomb of the Sea - 1,303 total works, 519 English; 老九门 | Old Nine Gates - 650 total works, 270 English) - Qi Tie Zui/Zhang Rishan (167 total, 98 English), Liang Wan/Zhang Rishan (44 total, 38 English), Liang Wan/Qi Tie Zui/Zhang Rishan (4 total, all English)

Stay (괴물 | Beyond Evil - 1,165 total works, 877 English) - Oh Jihwa/Yu Jaeyi (8 total, 6 English, and so far as I can tell, mine's the only one where they bone)

Little Spear (少年歌行 | The Blood of Youth) - Sikong Qianluo/Xiao Se (11 total, all English, and mine's the only one rated above Teen)

动须相应 (棋魂 | Hikaru no Go - 653 total works, 129 English) - Shi Guang/Yu Liang (233 total, 77 English)

One Quiet Night (킹덤 | Kingdom - 218 total works, 191 English) - Lee Chang/Yeongshin (105 total, 89 English) and Lee Chang/Seobi/Yeongshin (6 total, all English)

Not that I usually play around in huge fandoms or anything, but it's been kind of startling to get in there and realize just how much of a ghost town some of these places are.

Then again, this has been good for me, in a way. I hate the sensation of feeling like I'm screaming into the void, so it's been a worthwhile lesson in accepting from the start that I'm basically going to be screaming into the void, and then doing it anyway. Like, maybe someday, some weary future traveler will stumble upon these leavings and be grateful that there are twenty-five total stories for them to read instead of twenty-four. But for right now, if I want validation, man, I should not be expecting to find it here.

Anyway, we'll see what else I can get up to. Besides repeats of the above, fandoms that might get swept up in this project, depending on my mood, include 七爷 | Qi Ye (408 total works, 308 English), 손 The Guest (230 total works, 132 English), 君子盟 | A League of Nobleman (84 total works, 35 English), 风起陇西 | The Wind Blows from Longxi (26 total works, and if you exclude crossovers, it brings the number down to 8 total, none of which are in English).

Here's to making someone, somewhere out there obscurely happy.

#small fandom summer #i made this #my fic

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