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walkawaytall · 5 months

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3, 6, 18 for AO3 wrapped?

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

So, I am very proud of Purpose of Heritage, my longfic that’s still in progress, but I think I’m actually most proud of either Brief Shadow or A Tolerable Sort of Hell. I’d never written proper vignettes before Brief Shadow and keeping the word count under 1K is not something I’m naturally inclined to do. And I think they’re both pretty emotionally powerful pieces that turned out essentially the way I wanted them to.

6. Favorite title you used

Oh, I really like Confirmed by Sources Close to the Subject. Though, I realized only in the past two months that the title works on two separate levels for that story and it would have been way cooler if that had actually been intentional 😂

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

I think Einara, an OC I made out of necessity for Purpose of Heritage. When I first created the pathfinder OCs, I specifically tried to make sure no one was just Pure Antagonist for Leia. I feel like I see that sort of extreme in fics a lot, where someone is like…comically in opposition to the MC at every turn, and that’s not what I was wanting to do. The pathfinder arc was meant to solidify Leia and Han’s bond to a degree, but also to force Leia to learn stuff, which meant she had to be wrong a few times. And, oh, she was, but I have struggled with Einara in general because she is one of the first ones to confront Leia about something completely valid, so I didn’t want her painted as a bad person with bad takes, but also the way her character evolved as I was writing…I would not hang out with her. Like, she’s kind of mean. She has really good perspectives on a lot of issues, but also low-key has no problem with embarrassing Naj, who is ostensibly her close friend, in front of people. And that isn’t exactly what I was going for initially, so it’s been…complicated with her.

But, if we’re talking POV characters, I generally find Leia more difficult to write than Han, I think because determining her motives isn’t always super easy for me. It’s really easy to fall into a sort of “Leia’s only motive is the Alliance” rut, and I think she’d probably say that’s where all of her motives sit. But I’d also argue that anyone that’s that one-note about their motivation for things probably has a second, secret motivation that they’re not even clear on, like maybe avoiding processing pain. That sort of thing. It makes things more complicated, though. I feel like Han can be complex, but I’m usually pretty clear on his motives even if he’s lying to himself, so he’s a bit easier to write.

Thanks for asking!

Ask me about my AO3 Wrapped!

#fanfiction writer asks #fanfic writer asks #ao3 wrapped #ao3 ask game #ask away

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peachesandhunii · 1 month

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What yall think of Delylah's name? It was originally D'lylah but we can't put apostrophes.

Anyway more season 4

My girlfriend my girlfriend my girlfriend ✨️💃🏿🩷❤️🩷❤️

Fuck you and your fuckass bitch. I can agree with him a little. Don't come to me about nothing my baby has done. They can do no wrong. BUT AT THE SAME TIME, not everybody here is wrong. Nobody wants to jump into the argument but nobody is trying to defend the bitch. Just say you dgaf about anybody else but you and her. Acknowledge that your girl is a POS.

Please mama 😩😩 This is actually my first time getting nasty in the shower with her

Side note: I wrote a fic about Najuma sitting on mcs face before reading this LMAO lemme know if yall wanna read it 🤭

Bestie for life 🫶🏾🤞🏾🫰🏾

Don't piss me off Naj. Don't eat my póússéy and then get geeked about another bitch. This is insane. 🤨

🫦

We not telling the whole truth now? 🤨

Girl I'm PISSED. If you don't get tf out my way. What did Megan say? Please don't try me lil bitch you know I'm with that I'll brake a ho in half like a kitkat.

Uh uh you better go find you someone else to share with. I ONLY share with my gf and we gotta rub lips together (🤭) to share. Be so fr Julia 🙄

#litg #litg bombshell #litg s4 #litg najuma #i love my gf #i hate both juliet and lexi

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tetsuskei · 5 months

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im cryin risu 😭 i fr made him so gross for self indulgent purposes he is literally typical i need to save everybody ass shonen mc ☠️ tell me if u ever do get in your bleach bag n ty for reading i always love ur lil comments they make my day 🫠💓💓

anyways may i offer u this 🌚

PLS naj 😭 you spiced him up a bit, what a genius move ‼️ i will definitely let you know when i start it ! and you’re welcome, you’re an amazing writer so thank u for sharing ! 🫶🏾

this edit ??? the black hair form did sumn to me ,,, something shifted in my spirit ,,,

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postsofbabel · 7 months

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kati-chan · 4 years

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Les gusta? UwU

#art #dibujo #undertale au #naj mc #naj #oc

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cutiegrumpycerym · 5 years

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Annnnnd here are my characters from my AU Corrupttale I submit for NaJ Mc Donald’s by @krispyflyburner !

Here are their description :

CERYM :

C!Cerym (Cook!Cerym) at Mc Donald’s

- Nice, always wants to help, cheerful - Can easily get excited - Amused when Fresh starts a fire (she can literally laugh at everything she founds funny or entertaining) - Always try to eat everything she has under her hand - Even orders - Troll - LOVES to do pranks - Sarcastic and ironic - BUT if someone is in trouble or sad, she can be serious and help him / her - Even if she is a pranker, she can be serious when she has too - But she is still a pranker - Hates anybody - Always smiling - Very cool-headed - Rarely sad, or she hides it - Has a HUGE sense of details (like, she always wants to cook PERFECTLY) - Too honest. Even if it hurts. - Loves sweets and junk food - Favorite food : marshmallows - Best friends with Corrupt - Crushes on Red (Fell!Sans) - “If it’s symetrical, it’s obviously better !” - “Noooo I didn’t try to eat that ! I was testing its…taste !” - “I can eat anything, but I’m not a trashcan Fresh. *talking about his burnt Mc Nuggets*” - “HAHAHA ! HE BURNT THE KITCHEN AGAIN ? AWESOME !!”

CORRUPT :

C!Corrupt (Cashier!Corrupt at Mc Donald’s)

- Creepy - Forces himself to be nice and “normal” in front of customers - Can actually be nice if you don’t piss him off - Can swear easily when stressed - Jealous of PJ cuz he his the employee of the month and because he thinks PJ’s too cool and popular - Dreams to become employee of the month just to “beat” PJ and be the “coolest” - Thinks about himself that he is so cool and sexy and everything - Bad tempered - HATES when someone talks to him about his mouth or his cracked skull - Very sensitive on the top of his skull - DON’T HIT HIS SKULL - Does creepy jokes - Agressive when stressed - Can occasionally wear a mask with a smile drawn on it cuz he thinks it makes him kawaii (and because he wants to hide his mouth) - Very clumsy - Very bad faith and doesn’t take responsibility of his actions - Lies easily - Can threaten customers to order things they don’t necessarily need cuz he think that if he sells more, he’ll be better than PJ (and be employee of the month ofc) - Can be intimidating - Everything is a competition when it comes to PJ - Mocks people easily - Deeply inside, he is nice. But he is just…broken - Hates when people see his weaknesses - He is not a criar, but he can get stressed easily - Doesn’t trust people because of traumas - Get really happy when someone actually likes him - Good negociator - Loves sweets - Favorite food : marshmallows - When he is angry, if you give him marshmallows he will instantly calm down and eat it like a squirrel (or sometimes eat it quickly like if his life depended on it) - If you give him sweets when he is angry, he will start to calm down little by little - When he eats mallows, he smiles like a dork and he is cheerful and full of joy during the next hours - Best friends with Cerym - Crushes on Cross, buuut - TSUNDERE. But just a little. - Troll - LOVES to do pranks with Cerym - Can recognize when he went too far - “If I’m kawaii, I’ll be more productive ! (And become employee of the month)” - “Oops. Bad quality !” - “You’re sure you don’t want a drink ? And Mc Nuggets… *starts to list the menus and talks about all current reductions*” - “*glares* Please. Buy a drink, would ya ?” - “YOU SAID I’M NOT KAWAII ?! F*** YOU !! OFC I’M KAWAII !! *turns triggered by stoopid reasons*” - “Awww you tried to flatter my ego ? Nice try ! But it’s not enough. *grins*” - “S-sorry…I…know I went too far…” - “Y-you like me ? Y-you want to be friends with ME ? Haha ! You’re mad ! But…not as much as me…welp…thank you.”

ALPREY :

C!Alprey (Cashier!Alprey) at Wendy’s

- Hates her sister (Cerym) and Corrupt - Hates everything - Loves anything - Except when people are in trouble - Sadistic - Arrogant - Tsundere - Himedere - Needs slaves - Hates to be scolded and can cry and act like a kid when it happens - Can be shy but she doesn’t assume it and she become agressive - Careless of her surroundings - Proud when she is mean - Can be nice when she likes someone (this person has to be nuts or sadistic like her) - Can genuinely smile instead of her usual sarcastic or sadistic smiles - Crushes on Horror - “Why did I choose to work at Wendy’s ? Cuz everything which can bother my sister and her stupid friend makes me happy.” - “Hurry up, I don’t have all the day !” - “Mhpf ! You really thought I was going to help you ? Idiot.” - “I need people to do like 90 % of my job.” - “I need my salary to be increased for my hard work of today.” - “D-don’t think I like you or anything !” - “Ok…just this time. *smiles*”

————— Corrupttale AU characters by me Art by me

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waywardnajsepticeye · 3 years

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Sleepy Bois Inc: Chaotic Family

Dream Team: Feral Siblings

#LIKE AM I WRONG?????#sleepy bois inc #philza minecraft #technoblade #tommyinnit #tubbo #wilbur soot #dream team #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #mcyt family dynamics #mcyt #mcytblr #mc youtubers #naj's shitpost

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marmolady · 3 years

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The Fountain

Main Pairings: Estela x (f)MC

Summary: Post-EndlessEnding. A Broken Chains AU. The world has been restored, but at the price of Taylor's life. And Estela isn't ready to let her go.

Word Count: 2121

Warnings: Major character death.

Tagging: @saivilo, @edgydepressedchoicesthot, @sceptilemasterr, @greengroove

Hug prompts-- 29. group hug. Thanks @mauvecatfic! I'll make Raj's next hugs more cheerful.

Through the rumblings of an oncoming rainstorm, the silent figure of Estela Montoya limped and crawled through the thick La Huerta jungle, driven by a thought that had become a need… to see the face of her beloved again, to hear her voice. It spurred her on, a tiny glimmer of something worth living for that she clung to with desperation that increased with every unsteady step.

Estela’s last memory of her wife, of her beautiful Taylor, wouldn’t be that hollow shell-- bloodless, devoid of all the fire and spirit… all the easy warmth that should have been there-- that she’d laid sobbing next to the dark medical room. No. She was going to take her minute more. Everyone else… they had a world raised from the dead; a world that meant absolutely fucking nothing to Estela now. After everything she’d sacrificed… god, Taylor… the world owed her that moment.

The Fountain of Youth was a long and arduous trek from Elyys’tel at the best of times, but half-dragging a savaged leg, it was near insurmountable. If it weren’t for the promise of hearing that voice, of seeing those sapphire eyes alight with life… well, Estela would endure the harrowing journey over again if that was the end. Her knees, the heels of her hands… they were badly grazed and muddied from catching herself as she’d stumbled again and again. Her senses, usually alert to her surroundings, had been dulled by the haze of grief that preoccupied her every thought. She was lucky to have gotten all this way through La Huerta’s treacherous jungles without coming to serious harm, but it was of little concern to Estela. The worst that could happen was that she’d die. And that…. In all honesty, it would be welcome. What was there worth surviving for now? Were it not for all that had been sacrificed so that she might live, she’d end her fucking life herself and be done with it. There was no future… no future save for this time they had together. When their moment was over, Estela would be once again plunged into the abyss that was the depth of her grief, an abyss that would surely swallow her up. She couldn’t look that far ahead-- she just couldn’t. She had to keep it together for Taylor… one last time.

Estela fell to her knees as she came through the doorway of the abandoned temple. Dread flooded her body. All that was left now was for her to summon the courage to reach out to the woman she loved from across time… to do so knowing that she’d been setting in motion the last minute they’d have together. Once it was done it was done; that much she as certain of. She could keep going back to that tree until she drove herself to insanity-- but doing so would be to inflict that pain on Taylor, forever colouring her too-short life with a darkness she didn’t deserve. Just once. Just once in the rest of her life-- that wasn’t asking too much, was it? Estela’s stomach turned as she thought it out. There had been no thinking it out while she’d slogged through the jungle; she’d moved onwards robotically, her mind and body detached from one another while grief drove her to the last hope, the last scrap of her person. Only now did she doubt everything. She hauled herself back to her feet, her weakened leg trembling violently beneath her weight. And she kept walking forwards, all the while her mind whirred.

It wasn’t as though Taylor would see this future, see the heartbreak in her wife’s eyes, and be able to change the path she’d set herself on. This path had tortured Taylor. She’d sacrificed herself because she simply couldn’t live with the alternative. And she’d died with hope. A hope that had been for naught, a spark extinguished along with the life in her eyes, but a hope that had given Taylor the courage to give away her very life force. What right did Estela have to take that away?

But I need her. I need her!

She’s gone.

The minute would be over and… Taylor would still be… gone. Would Estela hurt any less? No, but she’d endure a world of pain for even a second of feeling Taylor’s presence there with her. She’d endure it again and again, over and over until it killed her.

If it’s gonna hurt her…?

Estela’s shallow breathing became even more rapid as she stood before the tree. Tears spilled down her dirty cheeks. Blind grief had gotten her this far, but she’d been so blind. She couldn’t do this. Not now, not ever.

Taylor was dead. Dead and gone. They’d said their goodbyes down beneath Atropo, before Taylor had touched that damned crystal. She’d close her eyes and see the terrible, sickening way her sweet Taylor had writhed in agony… the way her face lost almost all semblance of her self as it contorted with the pain. As Estela had seen again and again, near constantly since she’d woken to a healed world, but a world without Taylor. It was more than she could bear.

With tears and snot rolling into her mouth, dripping from her chin, she stumbled toward the tree… toward the Fountain of Youth. If she was careful, if she thought it through properly, she could find solace elsewhere. Panting for air, Estela wiped her face hurriedly. She couldn’t be crying for this, no matter how much she was tearing up inside.

She’d told herself she wouldn’t do it. It was risky; she’d need to be certain not to say or do a thing that could alter the events that would shape, well, everything. But it was different now. She needed it; she needed her mom to tell her everything would be okay. Because the person she’d otherwise have turned to was lost forever, and… because it wasn’t okay…. She wasn’t… she wasn’t.

Raising her hand to the tree’s surface, Estela closed her eyes and imagined her mother’s face… the words of comfort that would come. Just enough… just enough to keep her from crumbling. But as her fingers were about to graze the bark, she hesitated. That face in her mind warped with shock and fear. Of course. That fucking scar. She wouldn’t even be able to get a single word out before it would be clear to Olivia that something had gone wrong… that she’d been badly hurt. Estela felt the cold weight of her heart sink down to her toes. She… couldn’t do that to her mama.

A tortured cry wrenched itself from Estela’s lungs as she threw her body forward against the hard, cold bricks. There were no more loopholes… no cheats that could give her even a moment more of an existence that wasn’t this fucking, fucking nightmare. She screamed into the damp ground, and screamed until her throat and lungs were raw.

Why did she have to go on living?

It was like she was drawn to people who were like her-- people who cared too much, people who would die for a cause. They’d die and they’d leave her. She’d tried to warn Taylor off; ‘you get close to me, you’ll get hurt’. Bullshit. Because no matter how Estela might put her life on the line for what she believed in, somehow she ended up the one still breathing. But she didn’t fucking want to. She didn’t want to live anymore. She didn’t… want to….

She howled.

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A small party emerged at last from the thickest part of the forest, the ruins of No’ox Naj illuminated by a flash of lightning as if to welcome them to shelter.

Shivering from the wet that sent a chill to his bones, Diego huddled close to Varyyn, who guided him with a gentle steer of a long and muscular arm.

“You must watch your step. It would be easy to slip on the wet moss.”

Gazing around the temple, taking in the gloom that hung there, Raj shuddered violently. “Maybe it was all that talk of ghosts and the whole ‘dead Zahra’ thing, but this place just gives me the heebies….”

“Well, yeah. That’d… that’d do it.”

“Estela?” Quinn called out, her voice echoing off the stone walls. “Esteeelllaaaa…!”

No answer. Diego’s heart sank. He’d been so sure he’d been onto something. Not only was this place a strong connection to the Endless-- and by association, with Taylor-- but it held within a magic gift that could never be more tempting than it was right now.

“We should go further in,” he decided. If this ‘Fountain of Youth’ thing did work, maybe they could ask…? The thought made a hard lump rise in his throat. The thought of seeing Taylor again. But they couldn’t… they couldn’t.

“You’re right,” Michelle agreed. “As if Estela ever comes running when anyone calls her name at the best of times…. If she’s anywhere, she took herself there to be alone; she was never going to make this easy.”

Diego winced so hard he was certain it hadn’t gone unnoticed by a single one of the group. She’d have come running for Taylor. Every time. He cleared his throat. “We should at least check around the tree. Um, maybe check in with the others?”

Somehow, he’d found himself leading the search party. A role, he was so painfully aware, that would usually have naturally fallen to Taylor. That should still be falling to Taylor. His imaginary friend had left him, so… so it was time to grow up. To step up. He supposed it helped that everyone was handling him with kid gloves just as they were Estela; if Diego needed something to happen, everyone just about fell over themselves to make it happen. Right now, all he wanted-- all any of them wanted-- was to know that Estela was safe. If anything happened to her now….

Quinn checked her phone; still a bizarre feeling after so many months without such communications. Her face fell, even expecting no different to the response she got. “Still nothing on their end. But the Elysian could take days to check properly, even with whatever scans Iris has access to, and all the cameras-- just because they haven’t found her there yet, doesn’t mean….”

“We’re not losing anyone else!” Michelle said shrilly as she paced the floor. “I’ve just lost one sister and I’m not about to… about to….” She gasped and dissolved into sobs. “…Taylor would be losing her mind.”

There was a shuffling sound… stumbling feet. Everyone hushed, a joint breath held.

Limping into view, one hand-- stained with blood as were her forehead and knees-- propping her up with the wall as she came forward; Estela.

“It’s okay. I… I’m safe.”

Safe. Not ‘okay’, but safe. It was all she could give them.

She could have hidden away. Her friends--- though she loved them so much-- were living reminders of what had been torn away. She could not look at a one of them and not see Taylor.

“Oh, thank god!” Michelle exclaimed, and she rushed forward. She had a moment’s hesitation, holding back from taking her friend in her arms and squeezing her to within an inch of her life, not knowing if any physical show of affection would be welcomed. But Estela reached out, her eyes welling, and Michelle guided her into an embrace.

The feeling of being taken in a friends arms, of being held… it was wonderful, and yet it hurt, and all at once the dam broke and Estela could not have held back her tears if she’d wanted to. She collapsed to the cold, damp floor, eased down by her friend's steadying arms.

Raj was next in-- never one to hold back when a group hug was in the offing. As he got down on the ground, Estela flopped forward and cried into his chest. There was nothing to say, so he just wrapped her in a hug and squeezed her there, while Diego and Varyyn, and Quinn piled in too. There they wept together. Sharing in loss and relief and exhaustion and a deep and overpowering sadness.

In the centre of the mass of arms and bodies, Estela closed her eyes against Raj’s warm chest… surrounded in a scent so reminiscent of happy memories and better days when the world was not so dark… feasts and laughter and… her. Her Taylor. She sighed deeply… and let herself feel it.

The comfort she needed was right there. It wasn’t enough-- how could it be when her world had ended?-- but it was warmth and it was love, and her heart was not breaking alone.

#endless summer #playchoices #estela montoya #estela x mc

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