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diremoone · 1 year

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layers | geto/gojo.

— short story

you’re their favorite kouhai, everyone at tokyo and kyoto knows this. they also know that if anyone or anything were to touch or harm you in any way, they would feel the wrath of the most powerful duo. and one day, someone is dumb and foolish enough to do exactly that.

note(s): this isn’t a full complete drabble with a complete ending, but it’s something I’ve enjoyed writing. flop or no flop, this was a fun piece to write :D But tbh I’m thinking about deleting it and redoing it, or adding more. or maybe a part two lmao??

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Trees were nothing but a blur of green to your vision. The car was going fast, way too fast for you to make out anything but the simple colors blue and green.

You blinked several times, shaking your head to keep yourself from dozing off. You were tired, so very very tired from such a long and exhausting two days of being on a First Grade mission that turned out to be a bigger issue and much more than it was worth.

They should’ve sent backup with me…

You leaned your head against the back of the backseat. You closed your eyes for just a moment, then opened them again for just a few seconds. The process was rinse and repeat; the only way to keep yourself awake.

Don’t fall asleep. Don’t fall asleep. Don’t… Just… don’t…

“Hang on, Miss [Last Name]!” frantically spoke the driver. He was probably looking in the rear view mirror, seeing you laying back on the seat with your eyes opening and closing. More so of the latter.

You heard the sound of a dial, then the voice of your driver hurriedly speaking into it. Problem was, you couldn’t understand a single word he was saying. It was all so… incoherent. Funny enough, it sounded like you were underwater.

Your head lolled to the side again, eyes half open with nothing but the same blur of green outside the window. Your hand was still over the wound, covering it with as much pressure as possible until you got to the school.

Unless you passed out first.

You could only imagine your upperclassmen holding this over your head as a joke for the rest of your life.

If you got to a medic in time, that is.

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Everything had been fine. Just fine.

Great, in fact, he muses.

Him and Geto had been getting some ice cream to satisfy his sweet tooth, while Shoko complained that he was eating too much while munching away on her own ice cream like a damn hypocrite.

“What should we do now?” Shoko questioned.

“Might as well head back to the school,” Suguru suggested. “It is getting late and—”

“You’re no fun!!” Satoru complained. “Why are you so by the book?”

The black-haired male gives his childish friend a look of both amusement and exasperation. Of course Satoru was going to be like this. It was in his nature to be as anti-rules as possible. Especially if it meant pissing off the higher-ups.

“Alright, we’ll go—”

Shoko holds up a pointer finger to halt the conversation. “Aha, hold up guys. Sensei’s calling.”

“Maaaan! What now?” Satoru whines.

Just as the white-haired male goes to complain some more, he realizes Suguru’s expression changes. And that he’s not looking at him anymore — that he’s looking at Shoko now. So Satoru does the same, and now he sees his brunette friend’s face sheet white, eyes growing red like she’s about to start crying.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll be there.”

She clicks the phone off and looks to Geto, the whites of her eyes beginning to become red.

“Shoko?”

“We need to get back to the school. [Name]-chan’s hurt.”

The two males freeze, eyes going wider than saucers. But that reaction doesn’t last but two seconds, and Suguru’s pulling out his fastest Cursed Spirit he’s got and finishing the rest of the route back to school on it with his friends.

He and Satoru turn to look at one another, and Suguru knew his heart was the only one beating wildly in nothing but terror.

The three of them watched as the car pulled up; they landed as soon as the driver got out of the car.

Satoru’s and Suguru’s breaths hitched the second they landed beside the car.

Anger. Rage. Was there even a word to describe how they felt?

The red of your blood became the red of their rage — the red being the only color that they could see.

“Shoko, can—”

Her hand is already placed on your left side, her Reverse Cursed Energy pumping through your body. But the damage was done.

Your head rolled to the back of the seat, right hand limp on your stomach and left hand open, hanging loosely over the edge of the seat. Blood covered your palms, all the way up the inside of your forearms and up to the crook of your elbow.

And how pale your skin was. Was anyone supposed to be that shade of skin color? Of course it wasn’t. They knew that already. You weren’t supposed to ever be this way. Their adorable kouhai that was just too sweet and too nice for the world they lived in was never supposed to end up like this: sickly pale, blood pouring from the wound in your stomach and knocking on death’s door.

Shoko finishes healing you after what seems like forever. In reality, it’s only just a few minutes. But in those few minutes, both Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru come to a full understanding of something: they realize that you mean a lot more to them than just being their cute little kouhai. They can’t imagine you living in a world without you in it. Every thought of you not being there didn’t settle with them. They hated it. They weren’t able to envision coming to school without you passing by them in the halls. Seeing a world where they visited your headstone was unacceptable.

So many thoughts, so much anger, all accumulated within a matter of minutes that drives a permanent mark into their hearts and minds: that a world without you in it is not worth living in, and they love you too much to see anything else bad happen to you.

Suddenly, Yaga Sensei appears before them. Shoko moves out of the way so he can grab you, haul you into his arms and carry you to the infirmary where they have painkillers and other medicine. Shoko follows him, but Satoru and Suguru remain behind.

“Suguru?”

“Hm?”

“You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”

“That we need to kill someone?”

“And that’s why you’re my best friend.”

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Taglist: @vagabond-umlaut • @torusbabygoat

not the gojo x student reader you guys wanted ik ik but I wanted y’all to read this anyway so sue me 😭😭

#gojo satoru #geto suguru #gojo x reader #geto x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #suguru geto x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto x reader x gojo #gojo x reader x geto #jjk imagines #jjk drabble #jjk oneshot #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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frenzyarts · 10 months

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Hihihi frenzy from frenzy-arts, have you ever considered putting some of your older pieces on your etsy? Im asking bc there is one art of yours (the "inspired by songs" white light piece!) that altered my brain chemistry forever and i would love to own it as a print, sticker, or any various other form of merchandise :'D

I dont mean this to pressure you or anything i was just curious if this is a possibility!!! Have a lovely day 💚

Thank you!! I’m so glad you like it! I’ll post it again here for reference. I’ve actually thought about redoing it 🤔 the only reason I’ve never made it as merch is because I don’t know if people would want it, and it costs a lot if I make something and it doesn’t sell. That being said, I’m planning to get a sticker maker, so I could definitely turn it into a sticker. Maybe a print too, if the printer I get produces something good quality!

Actually you know what, poll time:

The poll won’t necessarily decide what I’ll do, just looking for insight

#frenzy post #my art #poll

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illmoraineakoi · 5 months

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I’M DOOOOOOONE!!!!!!

(That’s a 4 foot table btw, to give a sense of scale.)

I made accidental duplicate sides of Fancy Swoop Left Back and Fancy Swoop Right Front, as well as both sides of Broken Horn Right and a Weird Flare Back instead of a WF Front. I missed one side of Sibling Quadhorn 1 and Inward Curl, so including the WF Front I needed too, I only needed to go back to make 3 more pieces after I cut everything out.

Not bad!

All these pieces was done with just 3 yards; I had estimated I needed 4. Saving that full yard feels good, that gives me a bit more wiggle room for the cloak yardage estimation.

(I might go back to the cloak pattern and redo it again. Not sure I like it. Or maybe I’ll make one with the white minky in the full process I want to do, to see how it turns out…)

Anyway, it feels good that now I can just grab a horn pile and get to sewing while sitting on my ass in my nice comfy chair lmao. My back’s been chewing me out for the past few days.

#IllmoraineVesselPlushesChallenge #vessel plush #hollow knight #sewing #Ignore the potatoes in the bg lmao #those are my fabric weights

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mahoetei · 2 years

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Mahoe’s Note: I’m back! Apparently. I’m slowly working on old stuff I just didn’t finish last time I was here, but for now, here’s something for anyone who might still be lurking here.

I’ll probably do a fair few for this theme, a couple more One Piece are already in the works and I’ll do some for a few other fandoms too. So if anyone has any characters in mind they’d like to see do let me know and I’ll see what I settle on. I overwrote for this too, I’m sorry.

Notice! - this is a rework/repost of my writing from my old blogs, some of which have been deleted and some which are still around but inactive. I want to redo these so they’re following me over here and are better written than they used to be.

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Warnings: Swearing, spoilers for some TV shows? A few references to adult activities I guess? So maybe the tiniest bit of NSFW?

Themes/Incudes: Modern AU, Domestic Life

Word Count: 1801

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Living with... Eustass Kid

Lives in a flat, not a house. Probably one of the flats above a corner shop or takeaway place that looks a bit ugly from the outside. It’s a cheap rental flat, probably with a boat load of problems the landlord just isn’t going to fix, but it’s home and it gets the job done.

The flat is in a rough city central location, but it’s still an area where everyone looks out for one another. It’s a weirdly tight knit community with the odd petty crime and those ‘unfavourable types’ hanging around.

I genuinely see Kid living in Scotland or the North/North East of England. Maybe the Midlands or somewhere in Ireland too. Places with some rough little areas, but good people that’ll bend over backwards for you at the same time? It’s hard to explain.

You will forever have mixed feelings over your decision to move in with Kid. Sometimes living with him is the greatest, but, the rest of the time you want to just smother him in his sleep.

Arguments are bound to happen every single day and they’ll often be over the pettiest of reasons. You walked past the TV screen while he was gaming online? Instant argument. You didn’t put his beer in the fridge so he has to drink the room temperature stuff? Oh boy, he’s pissed. He’s left the toilet seat up and you’re giving him grief over it? Absolute screaming match.

“Y/N, where the hell is the bread?” “Oh, we ran out,” ��Fucks sake! Why the fuck did you not go out and buy more then!?”

Don’t take these arguments to heart too much, they really don’t matter to him, the need to bitch is just in Kid’s nature.

Thankfully, very serious arguments are a rarity but they are the scariest.

Your neighbours genuinely really hate you both, I’m sorry, it’s true. They’re praying for the day you’ll move out and inconvenience someone else.

Probably have had the police called out to your home for being such disruptive neighbours. Don’t expect Kid to apologise in these situations, he really doesn’t care about your neighbours feelings. In fact, he’s likely to go out of his way to be an even worse neighbour the more he knows he’s getting under their skin.

The amount of apologies you have had to make to the community is absolutely sinful, but someone has to do it and you’re kidding yourself if you think Kid will. Sorry is a word that barely makes it into his vocabulary and is reserved for the worst of fuckups.

Has been arrested for giving the coppers a hard time on these home visits and is on a first name basis with most of the police in your town.

Your neighbours will hear absolutely everything that you guys do, so try not to be too embarrassed. Kid doesn’t have an inside voice and borderline shouts every other word so no matter whether you’re in the middle of a heated argument or are getting down and dirty, they just know.

Nights at home consist of junk food, the occasional takeaway and raunchy TV series’. Game of Thrones, The Boys, basically anything with explicit sex scenes, nudity and bloody violence has Kid super game. He’ll indulge you with series like Bridgerton and True Blood if they’re your cup of tea. For the tits, he’ll absolutely power through.

However, Kid will complain if you want to watch something that’s not to his taste at all, namely cheesy chick flicks or long period dramas with no action whatsoever. He’d honestly rather die.

Despite that, he secretly really enjoyed Grey’s Anatomy. All the doctors just fuck each other and do surgery all day, so he thinks it’s a little cool.

He was absolutely not okay when McDreamy died, he had to excuse himself to hide in the bathroom for five minutes just so you wouldn’t see, and refused to watch past that point. Fuck Grey’s Anatomy and fuck TV script writers.

Was exactly the same over Ned Stark death, but he did manage to power on and keep watching through to the end.

Metal music is played almost constantly throughout the day. Rock too, especially glam and classic rock, but never anything else.

Date nights usually consist of going into town to get drunk at various pubs before partying the night away at all the nightclubs in the area, no matter how sleazy the places are. Going to gigs and festivals are also extremely common.

If you’re at a gig or a festival, Kid will let you sit on his shoulders so you have the absolute best view. He’ll also use his strength to push forward to the very front so you’re as close to the stage as possible. Praise him for this or he’ll get pouty.

If anyone tries to squeeze your bum or touch you inappropriately in any way while you’re sitting on his shoulders, Kid will beat the absolute shit out of them. No one’s cupping a feel without being punished severely afterwards. Same goes for if you’re crowd surfing, the minute he sees any hands creeping where they shouldn’t or trying to pull you down, he’s there with fists flying.

Kid will also accompany you to any gigs for musicians he’s not the biggest fan of, but expect him to stand there looking annoyed and miserable. It’s the handsome boy bands that he hates taking you to see the most, he gets far too jealous.

As a couple you have the most basic weekly routine that you had to make up to keep the household functional. Yes, you had to make it, Kid certainly wouldn’t. All household chores are to be done by Sunday at the latest and grocery shopping has to be done the same day so you don’t starve for the rest of the week or spend all of your money on takeaway. Sunday’s are always primetime for the most arguments because of this.

Kid is in charge of taking all of the bins out and he hates it. You’re pretty much on your own for the rest of the cleaning.

Expect him to make a lot of mess because Kid is entirely incapable of tidying up after himself. He’ll leave his clothes all over the floor, bread crumbs all over the bench and if he misses when he does try to throw something into the bin it’ll sit on the floor until you tend to it.

Kid doesn’t know how to work a washing machine but he’ll hang the clean clothes on the washing line or put them on the radiators to dry for you.

Kid is the type of guy who leaves crumbs in the butter and puts plates with food still on them straight into the sink.

Killer is always over at the flat. Always. And Kid wouldn’t have it any other way. At this point, Killer may as well just move into your spare room because the two are always hanging out together.

Mornings are ridiculously hectic because both of you want to use the bathroom first. Don’t waste your time, Kid will often win because he’ll just wrestle you back down into bed and then sprint down the hallway to the bathroom before you’ve even had the chance to get back up.

If you’re not gaming or watching TV together, you’re listening to music and doing cute creative hobbies. Kid surprisingly likes to make jewellery, often pretty but Gothic in design. He’ll give you some of it and sell the rest on Etsy or eBay.

Kid can draw very very well. Mostly he focuses on mechanical looking designs, but sometimes he’ll just sit and draw detailed sketchings of you while you’re distracted doing something else. If you ask he’ll spend some time teaching you how to draw too, he’s not a patient or kind teacher though.

Kid is a fairly frequent Snapchat and Instagram user. He’ll post the standard stuff like photos from a recent gig he attended, pictures of his art and a snap of the coolest addition to his growing weapons collection. But of course there are the couple selfies too and photos of you bending over to pick something up from the floor with a caption like ‘my view when I’m fucking them tonight’. He may or may not delete those depending on how nicely you ask him.

Kid often gets banned from social media and from online gaming for periods of time. During these periods Kid gets extra volatile because he’s so bored. He’ll also get extra horny because in his mind all he can do is watch porn and fuck. So, beware, he will hound you.

He either stays up stupidly late which makes him extra grumpy in the morning or he’ll go to bed at the same time as you so he can get away with cuddling without it being seen as him being cute or romantic.

Your home is usually messy and chaotic, I’m sorry, it’s just the truth. No matter what kind of cleaning you do, Kid does not care enough about it and really isn’t going to pull his weight. People best not come to his flat if they’re going to bitch at him about his mess; he’ll gladly tell anyone who does to fuck off.

Kid will get rid of any spiders for you if you’re frightened of them, he’s your reliable pest controlling man, so don’t worry. But he will definitely tease you during and after disposing of it. He also might pretend like he’s going to come over and throw the spider at you to scare you a bit, but honestly, he 100% wouldn’t follow through because he knows you might break up with him or at least put a sex ban on him for a while if he did. He’s really not going to risk that.

Honestly a sex ban is probably the easiest way to get him to comply, but you can’t use it too much or he’ll wise up and know you’re full of shit.

Speaking of sex, the man has quite the libido and the stamina to match. You have to keep up with all of his wants and needs, but he’s not selfish enough to not tend to yours.

Fucking is for every day/night of the week and he will be outraged if you try to to make any sort of schedule for it. When he’s got the urge, and that’s often, he’ll come to you. He’s not going to wait for Wednesday night after work and dinner. Fuck that.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid headcanons #anime #manga #eustass kid x you #one piece hcs #one piece imagine #one piece imagines

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ckerouac · 7 months

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It’s been a goddamn week™️

Honestly it’s been a goddamn three weeks.

It’s appeal season so I’ve been working on this goddamn mailing for a month, but didn’t build in time for the comms director to absolutely HATE everything I’d set up. So I had to start from scratch last Monday. Which then I had to drop that on Wed to take my mother for surgery but can we do it in town? Nooo, it needs a specialist so we have to go 2 hours away so I take her while my brother stays home with my dad. Working on a new concept while my mom is in surgery and recovering in between making sure she’s taking her meds.

Finally get her back home Fri and I stay until Sun night. Go back to my home for 36 hours while my brother stays because I have a full day workshop cause we’re switching CRMs and I’m part of that process (while redoing this appeal while I’m on the zoom call). Find out that the USPS can’t find our new lockbox in their system aka where all this money I’m raising is supposed to be mailed so add in yelling at the Bank and the Postal Service to WORK IT OUT because I need this settled before the mailing goes out.

Back to the parents on Tuesday morning. New version of creative. Comms hates it less, still not great. The office in London doesn’t want to share their diagrams (we’re the same goddamn org, give me the art files). It’s already into Nov and this is going to land around Thanksgiving which is LESS THAN IDEAL. Third version of a letter. Second database workshop. Now Dad needs to go get bloodwork so I take him, another few hours out of the afternoon.

Wednesday my laptop decides that it no longer recognizes the concept of WiFi, so I’m in a corner of my parents house on the floor plugged into the router until my IT guy has space in his schedule to figure out what happened. Fourth version of the letter, replacing 50% of what was in there yesterday. IT cancels on me. Blows off my 6:30am meeting because I haven’t slept in a week at the UK staff can’t be arsed to schedule this during our overlapping working hours because ‘it just works better for us at this time’. It’s a nonessential meeting I’ve been given permission to skip for the next two months. Get yelled at. Dad has a doctors appt but at least Mom is feeling better. Another couple hours in the afternoon at that appt. I’m late to the second IT meeting cause Dad has to fucking socialize, then he gets grumpy I don’t have time to get him food well WE HAVE FOOD AT HOME cause I did the grocery shopping last night.

Get verbally slapped down by my boss because of course. Finally have approved pieces, but the mailing list just came in so I’m doing that this weekend because of course I am.

I’ve had stress dreams every night - but like stupid ones that I’m aware of while they’re happening but have big ‘well this might as well happen’ energy during the five hours I’ve been able to sleep.

The thread I’m hanging on by right now is really fucking thin. But maybe maybe I’ll get some sleep tonight?

If not this may be my villain origin moment.

#i’m just tired #but this surgery is behind us #at least mom is feeling better so I’m holding on to that

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fillinforlater · 2 years

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One year in the rearview mirror

On September 12th 2021 I posted my very first k-pop fic. With the encouragement and editing help of my favorite writer @worldsover “Castle of A Thousand Spiders” became the start of my official Tumblr writing career. A journey which has been an absolute blast from the start and my chance to meet lot’s of talented, like-minded k-pop fans.

Let’s take a short look back (I promise I won’t make this as long as I had planned out in my head. You all have other things to do in your lives xD)

Okay, to be honest, you now tapped the “Read more” line and I, uhm, have no clue what to do now. Like, do I just talk about my accomplishments? My development? Numbers and stats? All those amazing writers, editors, friends I met and made along the way? Do I just give big shout outs to you, the reader, who made this possible? Do I just post the BIG fic I have (almost) ready for you?

Dude, I have no idea xD I’d feel bad to leave out someone, to not mention something big and important or not praise all the amazing fics others have written over this one year span and way before that. I’m basically scrambling to find an idea. Hmmmmm.

I have something. I’ll just do a collection of Top 5′s for certain topics I like and maybe you will enjoy that. This is gonna be fanfic and k-pop focused as fuck and some lists are outdated, but whatever. Let’s get started!

Top 5 favorite K-Pop Songs of all Time

Damn, I love kpop. Of the 2079 Songs in my kpop playlist, hundred are deeply burned into my heart. Luckily, I regularly do lists to rank them and the current one is as follows.

5. Pray (I’ll Be Your Man) - BTOB

4. OPEN YOUR EYES - IZ*ONE

3. Answer - ATEEZ

2. LOVE DIVE - IVE

1. We are Bulletproof: the Eternal - BTS

I fucking LOVE all these songs! Literally my favorites ever!

Next one:

Top 5 favorite K-Pop Groups

Disclaimer: this list is old. I will redo it in the (very) near future, so take it with a big grain of salt. This ranking will definitely change, but as of... 9 months ago... this is my Top 5:

5. NCT

4. Dreamcatcher

3. TWICE

2. IZ*ONE

1. BTS

Up to the next:

Top 5 favorite K-Pop Idols

Those that know me as just the girl group smut writer, seeing BTS at No. 1 twice was probably kinda surprising. This will change now. No male idols in my Top 5! This does not make it easier to rank them... it’s impossible, I just adore them so much:

5. Kim Gaeul - IVE

4. Kwon Eunbi - IZ*ONE

3. Kim Dahyun - TWICE

2. Ahn Yujin - IVE

1. Kim Minju - IZ*ONE

(But that’s basically just two groups---yeah I don’t care lol)

Top 5 favorite Fanfics of myself

It’s kinda fun to ask myself this question and to compare how my own favorites stack up to my most popular pieces. Let’s take a look!

5. You asked for it ft. Yeojin (830 Notes! One of my most popular fics!)

4. Legendary Cookies ft. Yuri, Sakura, Eunbi, Hyewon, Minju (636 Notes! Nice!)

3. Blonde: Chapter I ft. Gaeul (female reader fluff) (155 Notes. Expected, but I really appreciate that there is people who like this :D)

2. Loathing Love: Lucky Loser ft. Eunbi, Hyewon (706 Notes! Insane!)

1. Classmating ft. Minju (689 Notes! Amazing!)

Top 5 favorite Fanfics of other writers

Yeah, no, that’s just impossible. Do not take this list as my ultimate statement on my favorite fics, I’ll just list 5 incredible fics y’all should read.

5. Crybaby by @iznsfw

4. Scoring Position by @writerpeach

3. Movie Night by @existslikepristin

2. Cherry Blossom Blooming and Aegyo Avoidance by @ggidolsmuts

1. Upper Floor Lower by @worldsover

(ey, those are six---I could’ve only put Levi here, okay?!)

Dammit, it’s after midnight. I missed my own writer birthday hard lmao.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this. From 0 to 3360 in 365 days with one fic over 900 Notes! That’s just unbelievable. Thank you.

No wait.

THANK YOU! <3 <3 <3

I love you all. Stay awesome.

#anniversary #kpop smut

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lurkinglurkerwholurks · 1 year

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a fanfic writer questionnaire that you should absolutely do

Filling out my own questionnaire :) For funsies.

THE BASICS

Name(s): Lurkinglurkerwholurks

Where do you post fic? AO3, with Tumblr crossposting

Primary/current fic writing fandom: BatFam

Secondary/past/rotating fic writing fandoms: MCU (3 fics) with secondary tags on the BatFam posts to Stranger Things, Tenet, and Queen’s Thief.

Are there fandoms you write for but don’t read, or vice versa? I don’t read any of those secondary tags. I don’t write but very selectively read Star Wars, Star Trek, and FMA. (I used to read TAZ but don’t anymore.)

THE STATS

How long have you been writing fics? Since March 2018. I posted my first fic that April.

How many have you written? 91 (holy cow)

How many have you posted (complete or incomplete)? 91. One of those is incomplete and one is in progress. I have fragments of a couple more, but not enough to even count as half fics.

What’s your word count by year? Not totally sure because my two big fics stretched across multiple years. According to AO3:

2018 - 83,394

2019 - 102,244

2020 - 164,370

2021 - 114,915

2022 - 79,981 (so far)

But with the understanding that Nature and Nurture (109,065) started in 2018 and ended in 2020 and The Return (52,589) started in 2020 and ended in 2021.

What was your first posted fic? Mother Bruce and His Baby Birds

If you write in more than one fandom, which is your most popular? BatFam. By far.

What is your most popular fic by bookmark? The Return. 2,496.

What is your most popular fic by subscription? Also The Return, lol. 1,171

What is your longest fic? Nature and Nurture. Word count listed above.

How long did it take you to write it? Published dates are from 5/3/2018, to 3/5/2020. SYMMETRY. I can’t remember how long that first chapter took me to write, though, and I had the last chapter written at least a week before I posted it.

What is your shortest fic? Choose - Lose. 699 words.

How long did it take you to write it? Less than a day. Maybe less than an hour, even. I kind of went into a writerly fugue state and banged it out.

How many series do you have? 14. That is so many.

Who’s your most commonly tagged character? Bruce Wayne (66)

What’s your most commonly tagged relationship (slash or &)? “Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne” and “Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne” are both tied at 16. I... don’t think I have any /.

What’s your most commonly used other tag? Whump (26). Thanks, Whumptober.

THE EMOTIONS

Was there a fic or writer who inspired you to start writing your own posted works? @audreycritter and @unpretty. Unpretty intrigued me with a Batman I didn’t hate. Audrey reeled me in with CEC. But also @starknjarvis27 because I wanted to surprise her.

What do you remember about writing your first posted fic? Nerves. So many nerves.

Is there a fic or fics you’re most proud of, and why? I answered that here and the full answer is way too long!

Is there a fic you would redo completely if you could? Mother Bruce. Not because I don’t like it (I do! very much!) but because it was my first fic ever. I’m a better writer now, for one, and also while I think that BatFam is a nice BatFam, it may not necessarily be my BatFam, you know?

Is there a specific detail (setting, interaction, quirk, dialogue) you stole from your own life to use in a fic? Oh gosh, so many. I steal little bits and pieces from people I know all the time, because those tend to be the things that give the fictional people I write about texture. “How did you ever think to make up ____.” Eh, if it’s a small things, odds are I didn’t. I can’t come up with an example right now, but when I do, I’ll ETA.

Is there a line in your fic that makes you smile/snicker/chuckle every time you remember it? I give most of my best lines to Jason, but Tim’s breeziness never fails to delight me. “His therapist would call that a red flag, but que sera sera, YOLO, and so forth” is a classic. Also Bruce’s flummoxed “Did you just try to batarang me… with me?”

Is there a line in your fic that makes you sad every time you remember it? lollllllllll. Well. I have 6 works tagged “I Made Myself Cry,” so. But Damian’s I’m sorry I was difficult. I’m sorry I didn’t know how to be a good son. I’m sorry I was such an awful brother. I’m sorry I made you so angry. Please don’t be sad for too long. Please don’t forget about me. still hits hard.

Are there any story ideas you’ve considered but are too nervous/intimidated to attempt? What are they? Yes. No spoilers, but one of these days I’m going to recreate a specific scene from a specific non-DC show that has stuck with me for years.

#fanfic writer problems #my fic #fanfic #fanfiction

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goron-king-darunia · 2 years

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Eggtober 22 Impressions of Broccoli Quiche Clip Studio Paint, Gouache Brush, Dry Gouache Brush, Freckle Pen. 12 Colors. Not nearly enough time (30 minutes or less?) I did not have a very good day today and I wanted to do a much better job on this than I ended up doing. But I just don’t have much energy for this. Had the time, but I’m just really not in the mood for art after some stuff that’s out of my control happened. I wanted to do something easier, but I couldn’t think of anything else, and I didn’t want to put it off. I might redo this one when I have time and a better mood. But for a bit I just wanna lie down and forget. I don’t mean to be a downer. Even art that doesn’t meet standards I set for myself can still be a joy for others, even if I’m not very joyful myself today. Hopefully, tomorrow is a better day. Maybe I’ll even like this piece better tomorrow. Until then, @quezify and all the other lovelies can bring me a little comfort with their eggs. Today was no good for me. But one bad day is not a bad Eggtober, especially not with so many contributing artists. Stay safe, stay warm, and try to enjoy the day, even if life slaps you across the face and strangles you like it did for me today. Gonna make some poached egg or enjoy some pineapple and just have a good cry, and hopefully that helps.

#Eggtober 2022 #Eggtober 22 #Quiche #Broccoli Quiche #my art #It's not really anything anyone can fix for me right now #sometimes life is just unfair #and life was unfair to me today #I'm fine #my loved ones are fine #everyone is safe and well #I'm just personally not doing great #and that's just how that is sometimes.#I'll be okay #I just need to lick my metaphorical wounds for a while

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psandabear · 1 year

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im jus gonna go full unhinged and post things even if theyre unfinished

someone said they wanted to see more hair-down kiwi so i made dis, and tried a new line + coloring style. i had a hard time figuring it out, so i kinda gave up and haven’t touched this in a hot minute. maybe one day i’ll go back and finish it up.

i still really like this piece! it’s moreso “eh that’s too much work, bye” to redo it LMAO

#splatoon #splatoon2 #splatoon 3 #octoling

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slipping-through-my-fingertips · 3 months

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In My Head, I'm Yours

A/N: dipping my toes into the world of percabeth, i hope you like it

Summary:

Percy Jackson, Piper McLean, and Jason Grace make up the band, Delphi. They're not big yet but one day they might be.

Annabeth Chase is studying to be the best damn architect New York City has ever seen.

They have a million reasons not to be together but can't seem to let the other go. Despite knowing it'll end in heartbreak.

AO3

Chapter 1: Someone Turns Your Heart Around

Annabeth didn’t need background noise while she did her homework. But her awful neighbors blared their stereo at all times of day; they favored the late to early morning hours. She could hear and feel the bass through their thin walls. Her only saving grace was noise-canceling headphones. A gift from her roommates last Christmas. So it wasn’t unusual for Leo or Thalia to scare the living daylights out of her when Annabeth was in her zone.

She was drafting on their kitchen table. During her sophomore year, she had learned the hard way not to draft buildings on the floor when she had to redo her architecture midterm overnight due to a spilled can of Diet Coke. Headphones on, no music, just good old-fashioned silence, pencil in hand, and a tightly secured cup of soda on her left.

There was no passage of time when Annabeth was drafting. But it had to be after midnight when Thalia tapped her shoulder. Annabeth jumped and tossed her pencil five feet in some direction. She pulled off her headphones.

The first thing she noticed was the music had stopped.

“C’mon bedtime,” Thalia said.

“I’m almost done,” she insisted.

“It’s one am.”

Annabeth checked her phone.

1:12 AM

“Oh.” She began packing up her supplies. “How was the thing?”

“The thing?” Thalia laughed, “you really need to get out more. The band was great. Leo and I may drag you with us next time.”

Annabeth frowned, wondering where her pencil had gotten to.

“Here.” Thalia picked up the pencil which had rolled into their living space.

“Thanks. I’m glad you had a good time, maybe I’ll go when things slow down at school.”

Thalia smirked, “I don’t think Columbia ever slows.”

Annabeth looked up at her friend and smiled, “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Oh I know, blondie. I know.”

They had known each other since Annabeth was seven when Thalia's family moved into the neighborhood. Thalia was a few years older but had a younger brother Annabeth’s age. She liked Jason Grace well enough but there was something about Thalia that just clicked. Maybe it was because with her Annabeth didn’t have to be the perfect only child, she got to be a kid. Still, the 3 of them ran that little cul-de-sac during their middle school years or at least they liked to think they did.

Being older meant Thalia was already out of school. She’d gotten the damn piece of paper because her dad threatened to do anything in his power to make her graduate. Their dad was a real piece of work.

Now, Thalia had a job in the city at a rescue center. Over the years, she’d grown pretty soft to animals and every couple of months tried to convince Annabeth and Leo to break their no pets allowed lease and adopt.

Annabeth knew Thalia loved no one in this world like her little brother. She’d do anything to protect him. She knew Thalia was terrified of heights but still went to the top of the Empire State Building for Annabeth’s eighteenth birthday. She stayed in the observatory room but she still made the journey to the top. Annabeth knew she acted tough and looked tougher but Thalia had a soft spot for animals, found family like Annabeth and Leo, and a love for anything so spicy it made you cry.

And Thalia knew Annabeth in all the same ways. She always kept a quart of mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer because she knew it was the one food Annabeth ate when stressed. Thalia knew Annabeth’s relationship with her family had always been a sore spot but as her stepbrothers got older, the closer the Chase siblings got. Most importantly, she knew Annabeth put her schoolwork above everything. Which is why she knew there was a slim chance that Annabeth would go out on weekends with her and Leo, not even to go see Jason’s band. Unless it was a special occasion like one of their birthdays.

“Alright ladies, it’s time for bed,” Leo announced from the top of their short staircase that led to their bedrooms. “Leo is tipsy and sleepy and your yapping is echoing down the hall.”

“We’re coming,” Thalia said.

…

Percy loved the rush of being on stage. It was like a wave crashing a little higher than expected but not enough to knock you down.

He didn’t always think he’d be a singer. There were a few years when he thought he’d never make anything of himself beyond a little family in New York if he was lucky. But when he got to college and met Piper it changed everything.

It was their spring semester of freshman year. Percy had been sitting in this big green space they had in the middle of campus on a blanket with his guitar. Paul, his stepdad, had taught him how to play when he was fifteen. Playing guitar had been the one thing aside from swimming that felt like home. Percy was good at it. He could calm his thoughts with chords and lyrics and keep his fingers busy with the strings. It was easy to get lost in it.

That’s exactly how Piper found him. She had this fierce energy about her. Confidence that Percy had always wished for in high school, something over the years that Piper had instilled in him.

She didn’t bother introducing herself or even saying anything at all. Instead, she just started singing.

There’s this movie that I think you’ll like This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City This cowboy’s running from himself And she’s been living on the highest shelf

Percy harmonized with her until the song was over.

“You’ve got a great voice,” he told her.

“You’re pretty skilled yourself,” she replied, “I’m Piper.”

He had never seen her on campus before that day but they spent the next few months hanging out, watching movies, complaining about their shitty love lives, and eventually auditioning for a drummer.

It took 3 months before Jason walked into their audition room. That day it had been a space they rented on campus. The music department also lent out instruments so they rented a drum set for a few hours.

When Jason entered the room, Piper immediately whispered to Percy, “he’s hot,” and winked.

Percy wasn’t about to hire the guy based on how hot Piper thought he was but then they heard him play.

Now, he couldn’t imagine life without the two of them.

So yeah, Percy loved being on stage with two of his best friends but what he loved more was the moments just after he left the stage; when you could still hear the crowd applauding and the noise ringing in his ears when his bandmates clapped his shoulder and he’d bring them sweat and all into a bone-crushing hug, when Percy wonders if this feeling of lightness will ever disappear. When they make it big, will stadiums feel different? Or will they always be this weird trio from the New York City streets who love making music together?

But these last weeks, that lightness had formed itself into a tightness. Sitting right in the middle of his chest. And it had everything to do with a girl named Annabeth.

Maybe he should back up a little.

It was the weekend before St. Patrick’s Day, their last gig for two weeks. Jason was going on a sibling trip with his sister, Thalia, plus with the holiday almost no bars in the city were looking for some no-name-twenty-somethings and their band to be playing to the drunkest crowds. So, they wanted it to be a good one.

This bar was a place they hadn’t played before so setup took a little longer as they realized the stage was slightly larger than what they normally dealt with. It was a college bar which meant plenty of people their age, which was refreshing. Normally, Percy pulled out some oldies covers to appease the older crowds they typically played for.

He was happy to not have to try his darndest to remember the words to Haddaway’s What Is Love tonight. It repeated itself too much and got jumbled in his head.

It happened in the middle of their set. Piper was introducing the next song. She and Percy took turns with vocals. While Piper was talking about her ex-girlfriend who she wrote this song about, Percy was switching out his guitar for a tambourine. Percy began hitting his thigh with the tambourine, Jason was playing a steady beat on his drums, and Piper opened her mouth to start singing.

Heartbreak Saturday nights, getting ready To make you see that I'm better already I put on every perfume and I do it to hurt you, oooh Make sure I smell like your bedroom when I was in it Wearing the dress that I met you and sent you spinning And I flirt with your friends but it’s a beggar’s revenge Cause she’s with you again

Percy let his eyes wander over the crowd, people seemed to be enjoying their set. It was one of the biggest crowds they had played for. His eyes trailed over to the bar because he knew if Grover had shown up he’d be there. Grover tried to make it to most of their gigs but Percy never knew for sure if Grover had made it or not until he spotted him in the crowd. Percy had been looking for a pair of brown eyes belonging to his best friend but instead, he found himself caught in a pair of stormy gray ones.

She was watching him too. He knew because her cheeks flushed like she’d be caught doing something wrong; he was positive his were red too but hopefully it played off that he was just hot from performing.

He didn’t know it then but she was about to be the death of him.

#percabeth #percabeth fanfic #percabeth fanfiction #my fics

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itsfennix · 5 months

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cw: blood

Eilíse x Fennorian

a piece I abandoned early, but was originally going to go with a later chapter in my fanfic *cough* sorta spoiler… (https://archiveofourown.org/works/48582580/chapters/122549920)

I could never get the pose quite right, so I made two different versions lol 1st and 2nd pics are original, 3rd is a later change. Maybe one day, I’ll redo this

#eso #the elder scolls online #oc/canon #fennorian #ocs #the vestige

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amigac0debasic13 · 6 months

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Maybe one day I’ll avtuallly post my art to this account. Oh wait I have art to post nevermind guys HAHAHA, here’s a super simple piece I haven’t fully rendered because I don’t want to . Bottom legs are janky but it’s ok because I’m not redoing them because I’m a little bitch and it’s TOO LATE (will probably redo them later)

Tagged ninjago because this dragon is MY NINJAGO DRAGON FROM NINJAGO THAT I MADE UP LIKE 3 DAYS AGO. I love it and he is transgender.

Timelapse below the cut, there’s a lot more to this piece as is shown but it’s mostly in-character writing for another oc I have and itty bitty doodles cause I’m CRAXY,

the excess is cut out because I hate seeing myself fail at writing correctly. I’ll maybe post the Timelapse for the speculative human version that the fucking nerd who drew this in canon made

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hi :) i'm sorry to bother you but i've been digging into earlier versions of UD and was wondering since you've been around these parts for a while if you knew anything about this question i have. i've heard for a long time that apparently jess died no matter what in earlier versions of the game, but i don't think i've ever seen a source for that? looking at the ps3 prototype version of the game, that seems like it could be likely i guess? though i know the character that i'm pretty sure became jess was alive as of the part of the game that has been posted online, it seems like a much more linear game (with scott and chrissie getting unlimited redoes after death, and multiple other deaths seeming to happen no matter what such as lex and bell) so i can see that version of proto-jess dying no matter what being relatively likely. however, since that fate would have been far from exclusive to proto-jess, it wouldn't make sense for it to be the bit of info it's often used as, justifying jess's smaller role/lesser playtime in the final game. it would make more sense for that to be the case if jess was unsaveable further into development (in the 2013 beta versions, i think). anyway all that is to ask- do you have any idea what the source of this piece of info was or was it just something someone said as like. a possible explanation that got spun into being seen as fact over the years? sorry for rambling in your inbox i'm having my periodic UD hyperfixation resurface lol

you’re not bothering me at all, no need to apologize for anything! honestly people don’t talk to me about the game enough anymore, so this was a nice surprise in my inbox. unfortunately i’m not sure how much help i’ll be, though. 🥲 i have been around the UD fandom more or less since the game came out, but i don’t remember ever hearing that specific rumour. i’ve got a lot of ud mutuals tho who have also been around for a while, so maybe one of them will have more info!

i’m guessing it’s just a form of speculation that came up to explain her not being as prominent in the game, but like on that note, matt also isn’t in the game a ton? but anyways, someone probably speculated that the reason was because jess was supposed to die no matter what, and then eventually (like you said) it kinda spun out of control and became seen as a fact? early UD days were full of rumours and facts without real sources.

if anyone has more info tho, pls reply or send another ask to help out 🙏

#med mumbles #ask #until dawn #srsly tho what a nice surprise in my inbox

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shipskicksandgiggles · 2 years

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Prompt 4 with Tony and Bruce for the dialog prompts part 2 please

It just has potential

oh it so does. it's so them

prompt: “I’m not doing that.” “Why?” “People might talk to me.” (from this list)

Read Changing Things Around here on ao3

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Tony had never been happier. Bruce taking the offer to move into the Tower and utilize his lab was like the last piece of a puzzle falling into place.

Having another person in his space felt right. They didn’t even really work together for the most part. Tony had always worked alone, but sharing his space, knowing another brilliant mind was in the room, was a breath of fresh air.

Still, he sometimes forgot Bruce was there. Having not worked around another person in so long meant he was used to doing things a certain way.

Like blasting rock music far too loud, and letting every surface get cluttered to the point he had to clean just so he could find that one wrench he needed to finish tuning up the Iron Man suit.

Which Bruce, bless his soul, tolerated up to a point. He kept his own space tidy, making sure that everything got put away exactly where it needed to go. He never told Tony to turn down his music, but he took to wearing headphones when Tony really cranked up the volume.

After a few months of cohabitating, it almost seemed like they were rubbing off on each other. Tony seemed to keep his tools in some kind of order, even if it only made sense to him, and Bruce joined in on singing along to the music he knew.

It was a good thing for the both of them.

Even Pepper seemed to notice the change. She thought Bruce was good for Tony.

Hence the reason she was trying to convince the both of them to go to a conference in San Francisco.

“Pepper, please,” Tony begged. “Why do I have to go?”

“Because you’re the biggest contributor to the program, and you should show interest in the work of up and coming tech geniuses. Bruce, come on, you can come too. Maybe show off some of your own work as a guest speaker.”

“I’m not doing that,” the man said, not even looking up at her.

“Why not?” she asked.

Finally, he dragged his head up to meet her gaze. “Because people might talk to me.”

Her lips pursed, and she inhaled sharply. “It’ll be good for both of you to get out of the lab,” she argued. “It’s only a weekend.”

“Pepperpot, my darling, please don’t make us do this. I’m not kidding when I say I’d rather go to board meetings for an entire day,” Tony told her.

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Be honest with me, what would it take to actually get you to go to a conference?”

“A lot,” he said flatly.

“What about a guest lecture at MIT? You always like supporting the students at your old school.”

“Could we turn it into an old-fashioned science fair? Like the ones we had when we were kids?”

Bruce nodded with him. “I like that idea. We could be judges, that would really get us involved.”

“But wouldn’t people talk to you?” Pepper asked, mimicking what he said earlier.

“Sure, but it’s different when it’s college kids who are passionate about their fields. The San Francisco thing is going to be rich people who have never done anything for themselves in their lives because it’s easier to hire someone to do it sucking up to us because it would be an ‘advantageous opportunity’,” Bruce emphasized with air quotes. “I would much rather talk to college kids,” he shrugged, going back to working on his project.

Tony raised an eyebrow at her, and Pepper knew she had lost. “Fine. I’ll go see what I can do to make that happen. We’re still talking about San Francisco later,” she said, glaring at him.

“No we’re not.”

“Not even if it means getting to spite Justin Hammer?”

Tony hated that she knew him so well. “One day?”

“Two.”

“Thirty-six hours and I will build you anything you want.”

“Deal. How do you feel about redoing my entire kitchen?”

“Like it would be my honor, Ms. Potts.”

“Good. Do you think you could make an automated teapot? Like your coffee maker, but for tea?”

“I’m sure I could figure something out.”

“I’ll help,” Bruce chimed in. “I could use one of those myself.”

“Excellent. Pack your bags and be on the jet as soon as possible. I expect you to start on my kitchen the second you’re back in New York.”

With that, she turned on her heel and walked about out of the lab.

They watched her until she was out of sight, and when she was, they both let out a long sigh.

“She scares me,” Bruce said, making a face.

“Right? Why do you think I hired her?” Tony asked. “No one else could do her job quite so effectively. Having her take over as CEO was the single best decision I’ve ever made.”

“Clearly. However, I don’t want her to come back here to yell at us, so you need to go pack. I’ll get a head start on the tea maker.”

“I honestly don’t know why I hadn’t thought to make one for her before. It would have been the perfect birthday gift for her last year.”

“Well, we’re doing it now, and that’s what’s important. Seriously, get out of here. I don’t want to see her angry.”

“And that means something coming from you, Jolly Green Giant. Don’t have too much fun without me, you hear?”

Bruce just waved him off, but Tony grinned. Having someone else around was a definite improvement.

#ellis writes #tony stark #bruce banner #pepper potts #humor #tony and bruce share the lab #pepper is so done #science bros

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