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sarahs-secrets2 · 1 year

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It's All Temporary (Phillip Graves x Reader) ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

Request for anon (thank you so much lovely!), i just finished YOU s4, and this song was in one of the scenes and it felt very fitting. Longest fic I've ever done!!!

based on Bells in Sante Fe by Halsey

fem! (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: reader is kidnapped (no harm comes to reader), pre-established relationship, swearing, mentions of a gun (not fired), mentions of being tied up, not realistic in any sense, pet names

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The sun shone through the kitchen as you busied yourself getting dinner ready before Phillip came home from his deployment. He was sent down to Las Almas with the Shadow Company about a month ago and that was all he was able to tell you, everything else was confidential. You preferred it that way, if you knew the details of what he did you just knew you would be even more worried than you were normally every time he shipped out.

The two of you had been dating for almost 3 years so you had dealt with your fair share of long deployments. Something about this one though made you miss him more than usual, maybe it was the fact that he was taking more missions or that even when he was home he was still working. You couldn't blame him of course, but sometimes you missed having him all to yourself.

The oven timer beeped as you quickly wiped your hands on the apron before tugging on the handle letting the smell flood through the kitchen. Your hands slipped into the oven mitts as you pulled out the hot glass dish, it clinked against the granite as you set it down. Setting the oven mitts down and closing the oven you went over the list in your head to make sure you didn't forget anything for when your boyfriend came home. Usually, you would offer to pick him up, but since he was the CEO of the Shadow Company there was a bit more of a security measure to make sure their Commander got home safely.

As you were about to start cleaning up, the doorbell rang. You thought it was early for Phil to be getting back but maybe he wanted to surprise you? Quickly you untied the apron from your waist, tossing it gently onto the counter before rushing to get the door.

“Phillip,” you let out an excited squeal as you swung the door open.

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“Good work Commander, enjoy some time off,” one of the Shadows patted his back as they departed from the plane.

“You too boys,” Graves tossed a wave to the group as he slung his duffle over his shoulder before making his way through the airport, he knew you were waiting at home for him, and knowing you there was probably food waiting for him as well. The glass doors opened as he exited the airport where the black escalade awaited him. The perks of being CEO of a private military company included a cushy ride home, along with maximum security 24/7.

“Welcome back Commander Graves,” the man opened the door to the car, taking the bags as Phillip slid into the back seat. Adjusting in the seat, Phillip grabbed his phone out of his back pocket as he shot you a text to let you know he was headed back.

Just got in the car, should be home within the hour see you soon doll

The car lurched forward as he continued to catch up on his missed notifications from the flight as he headed home to see you.

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The driver stepped out of the car, opening the door for Graves to jump out.

“Thank you, see you in a month,” Phillip laughed as he patted the man on the back and slipped him a fifty.

“You’ve always been my favorite, Commander Graves,”

“C’mon Joe, call me Phil please,”

The driver laughed as he popped the trunk and handed Phillip his bags, “Have a good night Phil, and tell your missus I said hello,”

“Will do,” Graves waved as he walked up to the front door. As he went to ring the doorbell he noticed something was different, the door was cracked open. His brow furrowed as he set down the duffle, digging through it to find his pistol. Phillip used the gun to tip the door the rest of the way open, his military instincts coming through as he moved throughout the house checking each room as he went through.

“Hello? Anyone there?”, his voice echoed through the empty house. He finally found his way to the kitchen, the food you had made sat on the counter completely untouched. Graves holstered his gun as he rubbed his forehead trying to piece what was happening together.

“God dammit,” he mumbled under his breath as he walked around the kitchen island. A crackling sound under his shoe caused him to step back, looking down he saw broken glass scattering the floor. “What the hell happened here,” he quickly whipped out his phone trying your number.

Ringing, voicemail, hang up, try again.

Ringing, voicemail, hang up, try again

He tried it over a hundred times, but no answer every time. Finally admitting defeat, Graves picked up the phone again this time dialing 911.

“911 what is your emergency?”

“My-my girlfriend,” he paced the kitchen, “She’s not home, she should be home, I think someone took her,”

“Okay sir, I’m locating you now okay, I-”

“The door was open when I got home, I’m military, the door shouldn't have been open,” despite being shocked Phillip Graves understood the gravity of the situation and he was able to put aside the emotions that bubbled up inside him to do whatever he needed to do to get you home safe. “There’s broken glass all over the floor, and I haven't been able to get in contact with her, I tried her phone and she didn't answer, it's not like her,”

“Take a breath for me sir, unis are on their way okay? They’ll be there in no less than 5 minutes,”

“Yeah,” Phillip breathed out, “Okay yeah, thank you, ma’am,” he hung up as he sat down at the kitchen table.

Before he could even process the phone call he just had, the knock on the door pulled him away from his thoughts. He jogged over to the door where 2 men stood in front of him.

“Mind if we come in?” Phillip stepped aside motioning for them to enter, “Your girlfriend missing right?”

“Yeah I just got home from deployment, was out in Las Almas, and the door was open when I came home and there’s broken glass all over the kitchen,”

“Do you think she just dropped a glass, cut herself, and ran off to the hospital?” the shorter of the 2 men spoke up.

“No,” Phillip glared at him, “She would've called me, her car is still in the garage and I called her phone a million times, no answer,”

“You packing?” the officer pointed to the gun on Graves’ hip.

“Sir, I’m Commander of the Shadow Company, of course I’m packin',”

“Shadow Company…” the shorter one spoke up again, “Don’t think I’ve heard of ‘em,”

“Then seems like we’re doin’ our job right, how about you boys do yours hmm?”

“Alright we hear you, let’s head down to the station to get some more information and we’ll get some guys in here to sweep the area and get some evidence, sound good?” Phillip nodded as he and the officers headed out the front door.

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Your wrists were sore from the scratchy rope tied tightly against them and your head was pounding but you weren't sure from what. Looking around the room there were no identifying factors to tell you where you were. It was dark, and the metal chair beneath you was cold against your legs. It seemed to be an old warehouse, with empty boxes and machinery scattering the open floor, you were placed precisely in the middle. Attempting to adjust in the chair you became aware your ankles were tied too. Your head spun trying to remember what had happened and why you were here, did Phillip know?

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“Right through here,” the officers led Phillip to an interrogation room.

“The hell am I doin’ in here?”

“It’s just procedure, so we can figure out what happened,”

“I already told you a million times I came home the door was unlocked and there was glass all over the floor, then I called you guys,”

“We just want to make sure we have all the details, Commander,”

“She’s out there and you guys aren’t doing shit to find her,” Graves was becoming more agitated with every question they asked, and that he had already answered.

“Sir, I can promise you we got our best guys out there working on this right now, we just-”

Phillip stood up from the chair as his fist slammed on the table, “Find her dammit,” he ran a hand through his hair as he paced around the concrete room. The detectives looked at each other trying to find a way to calm down the man in front of them. “This is a high-level issue you know, I shouldn't be at some county precinct for this shit,” Phillip huffed out as he was getting more frustrated with the lack of urgency from the men sitting at the shiny metal table across from him, “I’m the CEO of the goddamn Shadow Company, I could find her myself at this point,”

“That won’t be necessary sir, it's best to let us handle this since it is our jurisdiction, we just need you to calm down and tell us what you know,”

“What I know? What I know?” Graves repeated back, “You think I’m involved with this? Quit pussying around and find her,” he threw himself down in the cold metal chair, resting his head in his hands praying you were alright, “Told you everything I fuckin’ know,” he mumbled.

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Phillip finally was able to elevate this to get out of the “county precinct,” and was using his cushy Commander perks to track you down. With some help from his connections, he was able to get permission to work alongside police in finding you and whoever had you.

“Check the security system first, it should've been running,” Graves shouted orders around working desperately to find you.

His phone buzzed, quickly pulling it out to read his text from the unknown number

Wire $50,000 to the account in the following text, do it and she won’t get hurt.

“Got something, c’mere take a look,” Phillip placed his phone on the center table so everyone was able to get a look at it.

“Are you going to do it?” one of the assisting officers spoke up.

“I don’t know… fuck,” he rubbed a hand over his face, “Give me a second,” he grabbed his phone off the table.

I need proof of life and the location of where she is before I send anything

He sighed as he waited for the response.

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You’ll get the location after we get the funds, Commander

His eyes scanned the photo, his heart dropped seeing you in that position, he couldn't even imagine and just looking at it made him sick. Graves took a minute to think as he came up with a plan.

“Okay, here’s what we’re doing. I need a bank account set up with $50,000,”

“You’re actually going through with this?” a voice broke through the room, heads turned to see who actually spoke up.

“Who said that?” Phillip’s head swiveled, “Come up here,” the man who spoke up shuffled through the crowd to stand in front of the Commander.

“Sir,”

“If you’d let me finish… what’s your name?”

“Officer Jones sir,”

“If you’d let me finish Officer Jones maybe what I’m saying would make more sense,”

“Apologies Commander,” the officer scurried back, allowing Phillip to continue on.

“Like I was saying, set up the account with $50,000 and then send the money, Once it’s sent, I’ll get the address from whoever the hell is on the other side of this,” he paced the room as he went on, “From there I’ll be able to track where the money was sent, y’all got that technology right?” a few heads nodded, “Good, good,” Phillip mumbled to himself, “Once I get the info on where they are we’ll have 2 groups, one going to the pieces of shit location and the other are coming with me to find her,” he paused, “Am I understood?”

A slew of “yes sirs,” flooded the room as everyone got to work

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You couldn't gauge how long you had been in the damp warehouse, it could've been days for all you know. The whole time you were hoping Phillip was on his way. You hadn't seen anyone since you had woken up, it was hard to determine if that was a good or bad thing.

A doorknob jiggled, followed by the sound of a door swinging open, your head shot up looking to see who was coming through. It was none other than Phillip Graves, he was in his casual clothes but had a bulletproof vest on as he walked into the room, his pistol drawn as he surveyed the area.

“Clear,” he chirped to the men behind him, he looked forward making eye contact with you, “Holy shit,” he ran towards you and immediately untied your wrist and ankles, freeing you from the chair. You dropped to your knees and Phillip kneeled down next to you as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. “Thought I lost you,” he mumbled into your hair as he held you tightly. You weren't able to muster words as tears of relief flowed out. “It’s okay doll, I’m here, I got you,”

“Commander,” a voice near the door caused both of you to turn your heads, “ Just got an update from the other team, they got them but we should probably head out of here just in case,”

“Good work,” he nodded, “But you’re right, let’s get out of here, quickly,” Phillip hoisted himself up, then offered a hand to you, assisting you up, “Can you walk, are you okay?”

“I’m okay Phil,” you took a breath as you stood up, “Just a little shaky,”

“Let me help you darlin’ please,” he placed his arm out for you to wrap your hands around to help you walk. You looked up at him with thankful eyes, you didn't need to speak for him to understand what you meant.

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Phillip hoisted you into the black escalade, lightly closing the door behind you. He walked around the car before swinging open the other door and sliding in next to you.

“What happened to me?” your hand reached out to his hand that rested on the leather seats.

“Doesn't matter right now, just glad you’re here safe with me,” he smiled as he squeezed your hand in return. “C’mere, lay your head down I’m sure you’re exhausted,” he patted his lap singling for you to rest your head. You wanted to protest, it had been so long since you had seen Phillip and this had only made it worse, you wanted to soak up his presence and just talk to him. The exhaustion had consumed you making your eyelids feel like they weighed 20 pounds. You nodded and smiled as you laid your head down on Phillip’s lap, drifting to sleep as he brushed through your hair on the way home.

“You saved me, Phil,” you mumbled half asleep

“I’m just glad I got my girl back,” he bent down, placing a small kiss on your head, “I’ll wake you up when we get back, okay? Close your eyes, you’re safe now,”

“Mmhm, I love you Phillip thank you,”

“I love you too doll,”

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thank you again to this anon, I loved writing this so so much!!

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englishsub · 3 months

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fic writer meme!

i was tagged by @microcomets and @cairoscene :) thank you friendz

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

22, which is both more and less than i expected.

2. what's your total ao3 wordcount?

529,320

3. what fandoms do you write for?

i've branched out in recent years; like my fellow taggers, i write for fewer fandoms that i'm in. food takes ages to cook and even longer to actually commit to. i started with mdzs/cql and tgcf before moving to shl/tyk, though now i mostly write trigun and video game fic.

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

爱不释手; never let me go

总有一天; a place to hide (can’t find one near)

花无百日红; the flower that withers

在此恭迎夷陵老祖; to yiling laozu, the great and venerable

蓝色生死恋; a blue love (to live and to die for)

me 🤝 cair wangxian monopoly

5. do you respond to comments?

not usually - if the comment jumps out in some way or asks a question about podficcing i might, but i generally don't. i read every single one and hold them close to my heart, though.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

LOL it's an open ending but the implications are pretty clear - 美丽的日子; beautiful days

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

most of them end happy, except when they don't :)

8. do you get hate on fics?

not really. i did for a stint back in 2021 when that anon was going around but it was honestly very funny for me.

9. do you write smut?

sometimes.

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you have written?

just the one time, not usually. it was a threadfic - a mdzs/tgcf crossover where wwx was raised by hualian instead of the jiangs.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

yeah. the good ole ctrl+f+replace of names. i remember they even stole my author's note. i'd said something to the effect of "i have to go study..." (i was in high school) and they added "which i didn't even end up doing..."

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

yes and i think fic translation is so cool!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope.

14. what's your all time favorite ship?

EVER?

pirates of the caribbean will/elizabeth.

but it's honestly a rotating rotisserie throughout life of my fav ships depending on what i'm hungry for at a given moment. it's 2024 and i'm back in ff7 hell, for instance.

15. what is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

歃血; blood oath, and it pains me deeply to admit. not because i have any measure of anxiety about returning to it, or feel any pressure, but because it genuinely had one of my favorite premises and setups, was super gory and horrific, and i'd packed in every crazy trope i love into the outline. i was really excited about. then the fandom imploded and i can't look at it anymore.

she's my white whale. i'd finish it for @megafaunatic alone.

16. what are your writing strengths?

atmosphere. payoff. saying things are like other things. i understand this is annoying for some people though, which is fair.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

i put off every single sex scene in a fic until i had written everything else, such that i had to sit and write 10,000 words, spread across three scenes, of sex. worst week of my life.

internal logic, because i think it's so obvious in my head that i forget to explain it in words on the page.

i think i always can improve on character voice. that's an eternal work in progress.

18. thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

it's cool. probably good to consult a native speaker if writer of the fic doesn't speak it, though?

19. first fandom you wrote for?

christ. harry potter, by hand, in pencil, in an a5 notebook.

20. favorite fic you have written?

recency bias compels me to say by the time the apocalypse began, because i worked my ass and head off for it, and i ended up really happy with how it turned out. sci-fi's not really my wheelhouse.

i have a huge soft spot for my clj arranged marriage fic, 双命; twin fates, because i had such a blast writing it. and 总有一天; a place to hide (can’t find one near) will always be special to me, because it was like taking a huge, glittering, orgasmic shit.

i believe quite a few people have already been cross-tagged but i will tag you guys again for fun: @yuebings @cafecliche @dcyiyou @vinelark @floofyfluff @ziusik

#i love these ask memes

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 18 days

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OC questionnaire

Thanks to @illarian-rambling here and here, @mk-writes-stuff here, @somethingclevermahogony here, @mysticstarlightduck here, and @elsie-writes here.

Ahh these built up again!!

I did another one here where I answer for Robbie, Gwen, Maddie, Noelle, Jedi, and Kelsey.

I'll do the same and answer one OC for each set.

#1- Carmen

Theoretically, since she'd never answer these willingly

What's your favorite legend and why?

“I suppose the one about the cloud riders from Atsila's culture. Maybe because of her, maybe because I like the idea of uncontrollable things being controlled.”

How do you celebrate your birthday?

“I don't. Bad memories. But Jedi makes sure to do something kind for me.”

What's something you'd regret if you died without doing?

“Not finishing what Atsila started. And also organizing the entire base. And the online data collection. And the lab. The alphabet. The local library --”

#2- George

What's the best thing you've ever eaten?

“Oh my powers DEFINITELY the mini cake thing from Ceteri. Cupcake? Yeah that. It was chocolate I think. Don't know about the frosting. I ate way too many last time Noelle brought them. She's warming up to me.”

What's the worst injury you've ever had?

“Physical or emotional? Haha sorry - I have injured myself quite a bit while running at top speeds. We speedsters have faster... Everything *wink* - but I mean I can heal faster which is very helpful. But even with a faster runtime, I make the same mistakes as everyone if I'm distracted. I've hit things, and at top speeds *cringe* yeah it's not fun. Ran into a concrete wall once. Concussion and a few broken bones. More than a few. Eh, I walked it off.”

Do you wish you looked different?

“Nah. Pretty happy with how I look! I guess I wouldn't mind Carla's eye color. That is not fair - neither of our parents even have amber eyes. What recessive gene did she pull out?”

#3- Akash

What is your favourite weather?

“When it's sunny, but not hot. Nice breeze. Not too cold or harsh. Just...total peace. Robbie likes it a little cloudy. I dunno, maybe that's cozy for him. But I happen to like the outside.”

Where would you want to take someone to hang out or on a date?

“For me, I wouldn't mind the classic dates. Movies, dinner. But Gwen... I'd do something special. A cultural gallery or a bookstore. Maybe a play. A Superman-esque flight around the city perhaps.”

What’s your least favourite food?

“Oh my gosh man - I hate asparagus. So many people like it, but I'm sorry. Can't stand the stuff.”

#4- Sam

What is the strangest thing you've ever stolen?

“In fourth grade, this girl Emma brought a laser pointer to school. Well, it was a pen with a built-in laser pointer. I thought it was cool. So I had to stay after school for the music play I was in, and as I was walking from the bathroom, I saw the pen on the floor. I picked it up. Emma was a little rude, so I kept it. She never asked around for it, so I felt okay after that! Plus, I couldn't pass up the opportunity for a pen laser pointer!”

What is your least favorite food?

“Mustard. Can't stand it. Wait, does that count as a food? Okay, nevermind. Uh.... Tomatoes. It's a texture thing.”

Who is the strongest person you know?

“Akash for sure. He's been through a lot of crappy things, and people treated him meanly for stupid reasons. But he's still so positive and helps a lot of people! Plus he's probably the funniest person I know besides my brother. But Akash is just as much a brother to me as Robbie.”

I don't think I've posted much about Sam - other than her excerpts. That was fun!

#5- Lexi

What's your worst fear?

“Oh. Okay. Wow. Um, well, there's my actual phobia of physical contact, haphephobia. Not sure if that counts or not. I guess other than that, it's losing all my friends. Most of my elementary school friends went to different middle schools, so I haven't seen them in person for a while. I don't want to lose anyone else. Ever. I'm not sure what I'd do.”

What's your love language?

“Well, it's not physical touch! *Laughs* I guess quality time. Actively doing things with someone else. That's the best I could ask for.”

When are you the happiest?

“When I'm with my friends! Just whenever we're doing whatever! As long as they're happy, and we're happy together.”

#6- Ash

Would you ever get high and if so, what is your drug of choice?

“First of all, I'm thirteen. Second of all, yeah probably - it'd be a fun risk to take. Not sure what drugs I'd take though. *Pauses* Hm. There are these devices I found that stimulate my telepathy. I wonder if those are anything like drugs. If they are, then whatever those are most similar to.”

Three things you would buy at the store to freak the cashier and the person behind you out

“Walmart has these cheeseburger onion rings I noticed last time I was with Mary. I may buy that just to make the cashier think I have terrible taste. In actuality, I'm just curious. Maybe an urn or something dark. Ooh. A pregnancy test. That would freak a lot of people out. *Pause* Was that too dark?”

What stupid opinion are you willing to die for?

“That American cheese tastes good. Liam told me it tasted like plastic. I'll admit, I need to try more cheeses. He was right about that. But plastic? Come on. He's just mad that Muenster isn't a Canadian invention.”

Why is writing Ash so HARD

Tagging @jezifster @sleepyowlwrites @dyrewrites @willtheweaver @theeccentricraven @writeouswriter @tabswrites + ANYONE

Your questions are:

How good are you with people?

How would you function in a group project?

What's your most valuable possession?

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

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witchimagefanfic · 6 months

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Snape Asks

Do you have a snOTP? What is it?

Sure, Snape x [First name] (specifically my OC) haha

2. What do you think is Snape's favourite colour and why?

Black? Like...obviously. You think he'd wear so much of it if he didn't genuinely like it?

3. Which Disney character, according to you is most like Snape?

Scar. I don't think there's another answer.

4. Do you think Snape remained a virgin?

I hate this question. Absolutely NOT. The dude was guilty about his best friend's death, it doesn't mean he never had sex. The only way he would have is if he were fully asexual (which, to be fair, seems possible).

5. Do you think Snape ever loved anyone other than Lily, romantically or platonically?

Romantically, no. Platonically, I think he loved Dumbledore and Draco.

6. If Snape learnt another language, which would he choose?

Latin, doy.

7. Which staff member do you think gets along well with Snape?

Dumbledore. I don't think he and McGonagall were friends, despite the fluffy popular head canons. Mutual respect, sure, but not friendship. Otherwise, I don't see him hanging out with any other staff.

8. If you had to assign Snape to a house, which one would it be?

Slytherin. No question. Dude was immensely ambitious.

9. What are your personal headcanons on Snape's diet and favourite foods?

I think eating was a chore for him. He probably had one favorite meal at any given time and it was all he wanted to eat. It'd change monthly. Sometimes he'd have a bread-and-cheese month, sometimes he'd have an eggs-and-bacon month. Otherwise he'd forget to eat.

10. Do you think Snape's character has changed the way you think/feel about others?

Yeah, I mean I hate James Potter. That's more because of the Marauders stans though. What a toxic community.

11. Your favourite scenes with book/movie!Snape?

Literally every book Snape scene.

12. If you had to chose a Golden trio era student to be Snape's friend, who would it be and why?

Luna.

13. Do you think Alan Rickman contributed to your love for Snape?

Yeah, but I loved book Snape first.

14. What do you think is Snape's favourite potion to prepare?

Probably changes based on the month. Whatever's fascinating him at the moment. Something complicated and finnicky, definitely.

15. If Snape had any free time, how do you think he would spend it?

Reading, drinking wine, doing up his buttons, smoking.

16. Were you ever a Snater? How and when did you become a Snover?

God no. I have taste.

17. Do you think Snape was unhappy even after joining the DEs?

Yes, definitely. I don't think it ever gave him what he was looking for.

18. Your favourite physical feature of Snape?

Eyes.

19. According to you, what is Snape's biggest flaw?

Being a dick for absolutely no reason. Lack of chill.

20. Why do you love Snape so much?

He's powerful and brilliant and misunderstood. He's also a weird sexy feral emo boy. He's also a professor and like...sheesh.

21. What particular memory do you think Snape used to conjure his patronus?

Something with Lily obviously. Could be anything. The day they met, hanging out by the Black Lake, laughing in class. It probably changes.

22. Do you think Lily was a good friend to Severus?

Not really. Maybe when they were kids, but once she started hating his friends, there's a real sense that she thought she was too cool for him.

23. What do you think Snape wore under his robes?

Dude what? Trousers.

24. Do you think Snape ever self-harmed?

I don't think he'd see the point.

25. Is there any other character you love as much as Snape? Do you think they'll get along?

Yeah. And no, they absolutely would not get along.

26. What genre do you think Snape preferred to read?

Crime, thrillers, non-fiction, historical fiction, maybe some horror

27. Do you think Snape was close to his mother?

No. I think he was disappointed by her. But he loved her more than he loved his dad.

28. Do you think you'd like being taught by Snape?

Only if we were fucking. Otherwise, from what I've seen he seems like a pretty lazy and demanding teacher.

29. How do you headcanon Snape's bedroom would look like?

Queen bed with dark sheets, a few bookcases, a desk and reading chair.

30. If you could give young Snape any advice, what would it be?

You're better than your origins. James Potter sucks--rise above it. And don't listen to the fucking Death Eaters man, come on. Dark Arts aren't the only magical mysteries left.

31. Do you think Snape had any mental illnesses? Which ones and why?

Yeah, dude. If the guy wasn't depressed I will eat my fucking hat. He was probably anxious as hell too. Maybe on the spectrum.

32. If you could change Snape's middle name to be something other than Tobias what would you choose?

Do people have opinions on this?

33. Top 3 songs you think will show up in Snape's most played?

There Is a Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths

The Killing Moon - Echo & the Bunnymen

Bela Lugosi's Dead - Bauhaus

34. Do you have any Snape NOTPs?

I hate Snape x any of the Potters. Lily, James and Harry need to back off. Haven't they put him through enough?

35. Snapey BROTPs?

No, I want my man lonely and annoyed.

36. Did Snape get sick often? Your headcanons for when he was sick?

I don't think OFTEN. He'd definitely refuse to go to the hospital wing and brew his own cures. Probably worked when he was sick too. Stubborn ass.

37. Snape didn't pay attention to his physical appearance, but if you had to choose a part he would take care of, which would it be?

I disagree, I think the dude knew how to dress. I also think he cleaned his nails.

38. Which type of weather does Snape prefer?

Gray and cool.

39. How do you think Snape spent his early childhood days?

Hiding from his dad, finding joy where he could.

40. Other than Lily, who do you think impacted Snape's life the most?

Dumbledore. I think Narcissa and Lucius did too. Probably some of his DE friends--Mulciber springs to mind.

41. Is there a side to Snape that he hasn't let anyone see? What do you headcanon this "secret personality" to be like?

I don't think he laughs in public often. I think you'd have to be really close to see that.

42. Do you think Snape cried often?

As a kid and teenager, yes. I think at some point those tears dried up though.

43. What's your favourite headcanon about Snape?

He's actually a good professor and not as ugly as Harry seems to think.

44. Is there a movie/song/book that reminds you of Snape?

Tons of songs remind me of him. Sunburn by Muse will forever be the Broken Silence anthem.

45. What mode of magical travel would suit Snape the best?

God, anything but a fucking broom.

46. Your opinion on Snape's sexuality?

Realistically, somewhere on the demi spectrum. Possibly ace. In my head he's like a dom, bi-curious brat tamer though.

47. Which of the Marauders do you think Snape could have gotten along with?

If there was ever even a SHOT it would have been Lupin. The least awful of them.

48. How many points do you think Snape would've awarded during his career?

Sounds like he awarded a lot to Slytherins. Uncountable.

49. Did you feel Snape was the "good guy" even before the reveal?

Yep. I never lost faith.

50. Do you prefer tall!Snape or short!Snape?

Tall.

51. Had Snape lived, would he continue teaching at Hogwarts?

ARE YOU JOKING? ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT.

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years

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And I feel like this is basically canon so - 1 and Blupjeans? (Please and thank you!)

“The closest thing to love at first sight I’ve ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you.”

"Favorite writer?" Barry said. "Author? Favorite Writer and/or author."

"Ugh," Taako said immediately from where he was laying on the couch. His feet were over the top and his head was hanging off the cushions. One of the cats was playing with his braid from under the couch. "How do you not know Lup's favorite author? It's literally all she's been talking about for the past fuckin' month."

"I- I've been busy!" Barry defended.

"You have not," Taako said, which, yeah, fair. He really hasn't been. "It's just that every time you talk to Lup, you zone out and focus on her voice or her hair or whatever the fuck-"

"I'm not that bad," Barry said, flushing.

"What did Lup say before she left?" Taako challenged. Barry paused. He knew this. This wasn't that hard. She had left not even ten minutes ago.

"She was she was... going to get... food."

"Where?" Taako asked, raising his eyebrows.

"At- at a food place?"

"You're hopeless," Taako said, pulling himself upright again. He raised got his legs down and reached for his phone. "She's going to Smoothie King 'cus you've ruined her sense of taste. And then she's going to McDonald's because of the aforementioned ruined taste."

"We literally met while you worked at a McDonald's, Taako."

"That's not the point," Taako said. He had unlocked his phone. "The point is that one, you've only made her worse-" Barry knew by now it was best not to argue. "And two, her favorite author is some wack-ass nerd named Sildar Hallwinter."

"Uhm," Barry said, feeling his stomach drop. Taako was scrolling through his phone now as if trying to find something. "I've- I've never heard of that person before, uh- what do they write?"

"He started out with a buncha mediocre sci-fi shit, which like, that was okay! Lup's been into sci-fi stuff before, I can vibe with that. Mostly short fiction, y'know? Sometimes some horror elements."

"Sounds right up Lup's alley," Barry said nervously. Taako didn't seem to notice.

"But-" Taako continued. Oh boy. "Past few months he's been doing so much romance? Like so much romance. And it's not even the good kind."

"Well," Barry said, trying not to feel offended. "He's trying his best, I'm sure."

Sildar Hallwinter wasn't exactly known for romance. Barry knew that. He knew that very well, considering he was Sildar Hallwinter. All the stuff he wrote under "Barry", his mom would somehow find. He had to escape that. But it'd been quite a while since his mom had passed and "Sildar Hallwinter" was never going to go back to "Barry Bluejeans" without a mass amount of confusion from his followers.

How had he not heard Lup talk about this? Maybe Taako was right and he really did just zone out whenever she came into the room.

"Uh-huh," Taako said, doubtfully. "Hey, listen to this-" Taako cleared his throat. Barry tried his very best not to cringe. ""The closest thing to love at first sight I’ve ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you. You are the sun, the brightest thing in my life. The center of my-""

"I think I got it," Barry managed to get out, his face burning. He buried his face in his hands to hide. Taako sniggered.

"It goes on for miles," Taako said. "I, personally, do not see the appeal. Now Lup, on the other hand- She's got it almost as bad for this writing as Hallwinter has for whomever the fuck he's writing about. And I have to live with her Barry. Do you really wanna put yourself through that?"

Maybe he should just stop posting. That'd be less awful than ending up in this scenario again.

"The writing's not that bad," Barry said finally. Taako scoffed. Barry could practically feel the eye roll from here.

"The writing is whatever," Taako said. "Do you wanna live through Lup reading the writing to you? All the time? Forever, probably?"

"Well-"

"She does voices for the characters, Barry," Taako stressed. "Voices."

"The writing's not that bad!" Barry said again. "I- I think it's kinda sweet? Maybe?"

"You're awful," Taako said. "Both of you, awful."

#blupjeans #barry bluejeans #taako #taz #this one was fun sldkfsd #mine #asks #titaniumcanary #ise cube writing

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ghost-proofbaby · 1 year

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Some more headcanons for you 😌

- Eddie is not a "You like that band? Name 3 of their songs 😠" kind of dickhead, he's actually super thrilled when people like the same music as him. And when someone he has a thing for likes it, he's so excited to have something to connect with them on, and it makes them just that much cooler to him.

- He's an absolute expert at the "Quick, pretend to be my boyfriend so this creep will leave me alone!" game. He'll do it for his friends, for a total stranger, for a girl, a boy, anything, and at the drop of a hat. He gets real theatrical about it, too, the dramatic little shit. But he never forgets to make the person he's helping out feel safe.

- (this one is really indulgent self-projection but) Eddie l o v e s a good Renaissance Faire. Strong chance he would work at them when he grows up (just trust me on this, it's where the Eddie Munsons of this world go). And yes, he absolutely wears a kilt as part of his costuming.

- He is a raging bisexual, and I am prepared to die on this hill. The crush he has on Kirk Hammett can only be matched by the one he has on Elvira.

- He is incredibly impressed by any kind of home-cooked food. He doesn't know how to cook (although I bet he'd be good at it if he learned), so he mainly subsists off TV dinners and takeout. Someone could make him box brownies and he'd think it was the best thing ever.

- When he reads to someone (of course he loves to read his favorite books out loud to people), he always does the voices, and sometimes he gets excited and he acts a scene out.

- This is a cat man. He loves cats, and cats love him. There are a bunch of strays, I'm talking at least 6, that he feeds around his trailer. He can't bring them inside because his uncle has allergies, but he makes sure they all have flea collars, and he sets out nice boxes and soft pillows and blankets for them to sleep on. They all have names. His favorite, the one he would bring inside if he could, the one he'll probably take with him if he ever moves out, is an old, scraggly orange boy with like one eye, ⅔ of one ear, a mouth full of snaggleteeth, and a cropped tail. He calls him Tom Sawyer, and he CLAIMS it's after the Rush song, not the Mark Twain character, but he's lying.

- He's a switch and a verse. And he's all about service. I said what I said.

- He's an absolute sucker for a classic cheesy fantasy movie. Dark Crystal, Willow, Labyrinth, The Princess Bride, The Last Unicorn, all of that stuff. I know people think he's a horror movie enthusiast, but they simply don't understand his love for Legend 😩

- He loves vegetables when they're still crunchy, hates them when they're cooked into mush.

- His uncle had more of a hand in raising him than his parents ever did. *Sally Field Aunt May voice* He is HIS boy!!

That's all I've got for now. I could keep going forever tho 😂😂😂

honestly i'd let you keep going forever these are GOLDEN

all of these are so near and dear to me, but that ren fair one? as someone who is going tomorrow again - you're fucking right. all i do when i'm there is think "this is eddie core, that's so eddie core! oh, EDDIE CORE!" he absolutely would go, and he absolutely would work there. he'd be amazing at it. it's also the one place where he's not worried about bullies. there was a fic once i believe that pointed that out - it's too nerdy for him to worry about bullies showing up there because they wouldn't be caught dead attending! he'd love dressing in character and would find it all so endearing. he'd be a sucker for all the girls in corsets, for all the little stores and all the neat attractions. at mine, there's a little attraction where there's 'mermaids' and i just know he'd probably be besties with the mermaids, hanging out with them and bugging them nonstop. he's cool there. he's respected there. i just know our boy would thrive.

#thank u ily <3 #eddie headcanons #eddie sweetness #i'm showing audrey this #we never shut up about pirate eddie while we're there #it 100% is the place he'd be at #all of these are so correct #also bisexual eddie RIIISE #bisexual or pansexual all i know is he's not straight #and the cat one FUCK like i said all so correct all so good

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Last year I had a chance to play Mörk Borg, which is the bleakest fantasy RPG I've ever played and I haven't stopped thinking about it since.

So how'd it go?

Mörk Borg was probably one of the easiest games to learn. I made the joke at the table, if you've ever played D&D you are overqualified to play MB. It uses the D&D OGL, loosely, and is technically compatible with it, but this is not that kind of game. That's just all so you can roll your little d20.

The rules are free in the "bare bones" edition but trust me, you'll want to own the full art edition, get a physical copy and put it on your shelf. It is a gorgeous book and has a style that a lot of games lack. If I could distill about 10% of the style into my own games I would be extremely satisfied with my work.

Seriously like. Go to their website. Experience this. Do it now (or don't, I'm not your mom. But you should though).

This game feels in line with the perceived brutality of first edition d&d and its ilk. You may name your character if you like but don't get attached. You can have as little as 1 hit point and nothing pulls its punches here. Deaths are common, and expected and add to the feel of the world. You're not trying to save the world, not really. You're on the precipice of doom and you're just scavengers picking over the bones of the preeminent corpse of the world.

But you can also generate a new character very quickly with SCVMBIRTHER. Don't like your new one? Kill them and make a new one. As many as you like. It's a riot just generating these wretches and seeing what could be in store for you.

But while it is fun and also sometimes necessary to generate characters quickly like this, doing so misses out on one of my favorite parts of any RPG. The Character Sheet!

To me a good character sheet is like a window into the soul of the game.

The game has this whole, doodled in the margins of your math homework, zine you found in a dirty puddle, graphited in a bathroom stall at a crust punk show ass aesthetic and the whole book is just like this. And I am eating this shit up! Here's the alternate character sheet provided:

This soul appears to be a little scrunkled, can I get a new one?

Now I haven't talked about how the game plays yet or anything but just drink this in for a minute. If looking at this character sheet does not make you want to try this game then I don't know what else would!

I mean I guess knowing how the game plays would but like... Okay.

The game itself uses d20 rules, but much lighter. You have small stats, and add them to a d20 roll. No skills no proficiency bonus. You'll eat your 1's and you'll like it. The target numbers are usually pretty low, floating around 10-ish, unless you're dealing with something nasty.

You may have powers, but they seem to be pretty limited in their availability and uses. The game itself plays like D&D-lite, in that you are probably doing a dungeon crawl, or other dirty work you do as an adventurer. But you are not an adventurer, you are lowly scum just trying to make a quick buck. There's no heroics going on here. If your d&d group already plays like a bunch of murder hobos then you're basically already playing mork borg in spirit but just cosplaying as a bunch of heroes. This is the game you should be playing if you want to be a cutthroat little bastard.

The game uses Omens, a limited resource that you can use to improve what you're doing; deal max damage, lower damage taken, reroll a die (or someone else's) that kind of thing. You only get them back after a rest though so if you blow through them quickly you're at the mercy of fate (and fate is not merciful here).

Our group played Rotblack Sludge which is the introductory game from the main book. We did it in a single session pretty easily, even between doing food and a fair bit of goofing off. I imagine your group could do it in 1 as well, but 2 sessions tops for sure. There are a bunch of free adventures available on their website too if you wanted to get a little deeper! That link is to their "content" part of their site which is just an endless slew of free stuff. They really just want you to play their game. And quality enough that they know enough folks will buy it.

My main criticism of the game is that I'm not sure how this plays out in the long term. I think that narratively and thematically, the game is crushing it. But mechanically, the game is light. This is by design but I can see this turning away people looking for a long term replacement for d&d. I mean some committed groups will enjoy this forever regardless, but I feel like this has the legs for a few decent adventures before you'd wrap up and move on.

But a big part of long term games is character advancement. My understanding was that the levelling system in the game is pretty light to non-existent. It didn't come up in a one shot for obvious reasons. I'll admit I only own the free rules at this time, I'm still waiting for my copy of the actual book itself. So I had to go to my friend who ran the game to understand how the leveling system works. There's no experience points, so the group levels together. You check to see if you gain some hit points, you check to see if your stats increase, and you get a random piece of gear.

And when I say check I mean you roll some dice and compare to current. For hit points you roll 6d10. If the result is higher than your current max HP then you gain 1d6 max HP. Roll under and you lose 1 max HP. This choice frustrates me. I actually like that there's a chance to lose HP, but is this really the best way we could do this?

Okay that's not fair that's a knee jerk response. Let's talk about why it might work this way. This is a bleak world so it doesn't make sense for your characters to be able to heroically weather any storm. They're just people who got lucky and survived. So we want the ceiling for how many hit points a character can have to be on the low side. The system does do that, but it takes a weird path to get there, which feels out of place considering this is otherwise a very light game. I'm gonna talk about dice math for a bit so feel free to skip ahead to the next orange part if you feel sleepy.

The average of 6d10 is 33 (5.5x6), which means that characters who managed to level up multiple times are at much higher risk of losing a hit point. Average result of +1d6HP means about 3 hit points a level on average (accounting for the fact that you still could lose some along the way instead of gaining them). Assuming you start with 5 hit points (you might have 1-10 depending on your class), you're looking at 9 level ups before the odds are against you to gain HP. You might think damn. That's a long time. And assuming a character even lives to see level 10. And I agree.

So why does it need to be so convoluted along the way?

To replicate this system without the cumbersome dice roll comparisons you could have players roll 1d8-2: there's always a chance you'll get -1 HP, even 0 HP. After a character has 20+ HP it could change to 1d8-3, then 1d8-4 at 30 and so on. If you don't like the idea of players losing multiple HP then just have it be that any resulting negative is only -1 hp. But this way you're making 1 roll and decreasing the gain over time, while still gaining. You could also just roll a flat die every level, but I think in Mork Borg it is very thematic to have something like leveling up, which is normally comforting, be cause for fear.

Anyway this is easy enough to home brew out and it seems like a lot of folks do that. But I'm judging the game based on how it is not how I could change it.

The hit point math is done... FOR NOW.

The way stats level up is simpler. Roll a d6 for each stat. If the die is equal to or higher, gain +1 in that stat (max 6). If it's less, subtract 1 (max -3), a 1 is always a -1. I like the idea that your stats could fluctuate and that high stats are not safe bets. A few levels and weird rolls later and your worst stat could end up being your best. I think this part could be controversial but I like it and I like how they do it!

But there's not really much more to advancement than that. This is fine if you're just playing a short game. But you hear stories about people running campaigns for years on end and I guess... I just don't see that happening with Mork Borg. I might say it's not that kind of game but it actually kinda is though? They have rules for long term games.

The Calender of Nerthrubel fortells the end of the world. When 7 miseries have been accumulated, the world ends. At the start of the game you choose a die to roll for Miseries; as little as 1d2, as high as 1d100. The game master rolls the die and on a 1, the world gains a misery. So the size of the die does determine the upper limit of the game, but it is possible for the game to be over in as little as 7 in-game days regardless of the die type chosen. This is a very interesting mechanic! In fact I think it's one of the most interesting parts of the game! Most games struggle with a sense of urgency. Short of "you have 48 hours to save this prince" or "if you don't return with 25 wolf noses tomorrow you don't get paid", it can be hard to wrastle the players together to try and save the world in a timely manner. Meanwhile in Mork Borg your days are literally numbered. I can't imagine the tension that would come from being on your 6th misery knowing that every single day could be the last. That is truly bleak.

The role-playing opportunities in this setting for someone trying to grasp at the last ray of hope in the darkness, to fight against fate, or to battle the darkness within is truly incredible. The Dark Souls series has already probably come to mind by now for you and it's hard not to see that as an influence or at least a spiritual contender. There is something to be said about overcoming the odds and surviving in a bleak world. The Dark Souls franchise and periphery games have thrived on that for years. But when you die in that game, you come back you just lost some progress.

You don't come back when you die in Mork Borg, you just die.

So with no significant character advancement in the game, how do you meaningfully advance a character in a game like this? The game literally urges you not to get attached to your character. It's a bit tongue in cheek about it but it's not wrong.

At our table I was the only one who survived start to finish with the same character. And that wasn't from skill on my part i got a lot of dumb luck! We had 6 players and I think we had about 10 deaths? One player was on their like 4th wretch by the end of it! This seems excessive and I don't know if this is a standard experience, but we understood that's kind how it would go beforehand so our expectations were pretty set.

While I am sort of criticising this aspect, there is something pretty thrilling about going into a game without being too committed to your character. It makes those moments where you do realize them as a character in the narrative all the more meaningful, and more tragic when they die a terrible meaningless death. Nothing is precious in Mork Borg not even your life. So make the best of what you've got while you still have it.

Mork Borg is definitely not a perfect game.

But I cannot stop thinking about it and would drop any game to play it again, or even run it.

(and that's not even to speak of all the Borg spin offs like Pirate Borg, Orc Borg or CY_BORG!!!).

If you already play D&D or Pathfinder, Mork Borg is definitely worth your time to try, because you already know how to play it. It might not be for you, but if you go with the free rules and play a free adventure the only thing you're out is your time.

If you play other RPGs and enjoy dungeon crawls or hack and slash game play, this is still a great choice and will be easy to pick up and try.

If you're new to RPGs, Mork Borg is maybe a pretty weird one to start with, but is a really polished experience to try and a really easy game to cut your teeth on, so still not bad!

If you're more interested in character role playing, then Mork Borg might not be what you're looking for, but there are so many interesting narratives that can be explored here that I think would be really interesting and hard to replicate in other games!

If you're a power fantasy gamer, then I think Mork Borg might be a skip for you. Unless your power fantasy is to be a lobotomized mouse in Alley Cat Alley. No judgment, you do you.

If you took one look at the characters sheets up top and said "oh hell yeah I'm gonna play that!" and didn't read the rest of this lengthy text then we are already best friends but alas you'll never know it because you didn't read to the end... Oh well.

Now excuse me, I'm gonna dream about being ripped apart by a skeletal ooze and dying a painful death tonight (affectionate)!

#ttrpg #ttrpg community #ttrpg talk #indie rpg #mork borg #d&d #dungeons and dragons #rpg talk

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Hope you don't mind me whamming you with Multiple Characters for the ask meme, but if you have received other asks covering some of these then that would lessen it a bit, right??? XD Alright: Cap + 16, Sam + 18, and 32 for THREE different characters: Oogway, Soothsayer and Krupp. We can also throw in Cap as a fourth for good measure. Optional bonus questions: Soothsayer + 29, and Horton + 25. Okay we're done, hope that wasn't too much XD. They're fun questions I got curious ahaha

honest favorite character asks

16. Have you ever cried when thinking about this character? Genuinely? (captain)

is it bad if i say no? emotional anguish, yes, but i don't think i've genuinely physically tears-on-my-face cried. in fairness, a lot of the emotional anguish comes from me putting him through the Horrors (tm).

its kind of like tickling yourself-- you already know you're doing it, so you don't laugh. its the same principle (ha) here. i know what i'm putting captain through and sticky notes au was never meant to be a tragedy so much as a long-form character exploration. its probably why i feel confused about people considering this au is dark,

18. Do you prefer to see this character suffer or know peace? Angst or comfort? Both? (sam)

on the one hand i think sam deserves the stability he never got growing up with no mom/as a thief. i think him being the Weird Uncle to EB and her new little brother would be really sweet, considering his orphaned past. the man would spoil them so badly.

plus him and pam need to catch up and figure out how to be a mother and son together in less stressful times (i know there's an episode that speedruns that but again. that still had the underlying threat of the whole moo-lacka-moo conflict)

on the other hand, i think sam has one more in him to go through the Seussian Horrors. they figure out their world is on a speck of dust and have to catch horton's attention but he's been captured by the circus mcgurkus? a season that pays homage to seuss' dark paintings? the cat in the hat is there? i don't know man

32. If you could make this character a meal, what would you make them? (oogway, soothsayer, krupp, cap)

ok, here's the thing. i am not adept in the kitchen, but lets also add the additional caveat that this is a scenario in which i can cook and also have the resources for this theoretical scenario.

additionally, the food mentioned would still have to be food i'm aware of prior to this, so i just can't go completely out of pocket in this theoretical scenario.

oogway: some sort of waffle (vegan) and a fruit smoothie/juice.

i don't think oogway eats... like, a lot. comes with the territory of meditating (and tortoise metabolism). so something with a smaller portion may be more appropriate-- it'd still be a lot by his standards, lol.

really my thought process starts and ends with i think giving him a breakfast food would be nice. could even arrange some fruits around to make the waffle look like a little turtle.

(i'm specifying vegan here because eating things with milk or eggs/meat is probably weird or just straight up taboo in the kfp-verse. note also applies to soothsayer too.)

soothsayer: some kind of vegan tacos (spicy), espresso.

ok i imagine her usually eating fancy a lot of the time anyway, so something much more casual then? i imagine it being a bit overstuffed with a soft shell-- she tries eating it and part of the insides fall onto the plate on the other side, that sort of thing. its spicy because i think she'd like spicy food.

espresso because. i think she needs it.

krupp: one (1) tv dinner. Some Sort Of Soup (butternut?) and a slice of brownie.

ok, for real, he's the one that NEEDS something homecooked out of all these characters. something filling, but easy to have a lot of and have leftovers of for in the oncoming week. soup, of course is the obvious answer. my butternut squash soup bias is coming through, but really any thicker soup will do. he'd be able to customize it a bit further as he needs to with salt/pepper/green onions and maybe grab some crackers if he's so inclined.

my brownie bias is also coming through. it won't be as sweet, but its still pretty rich. again, ease of leftovers is a priority here as you an just make a tray of it, cut it into portions and put it in the freezer. imo, it tastes better like that because now its just ultra dense and fudge-y and cold.

cap: something like palabok? (though, with substitutions to the shrimp and pork if that's the case) and halo-halo.

the name of the game here is novelty and having him try something new-- stuff that wasn't mentioned by the comics or his sidekicks or could be offered by the aforementioned. i've mentioned things like sushi and i've always thought he'd enjoy tiramisu here and here, but in terms of making i was thinking some sort of noodle? my brain keeps going back to palabok (i think he'd appreciate how bright orange it can get), but that's not kosher hence the point about substitution.

halo-halo is fun and colorful. lots of textures. some of the elements separately are familiar (the shaved ice and the gelatin) but the stuff he'd associate with more savory food (beans and corn) would be a surprise.

29. Do you affectionately bully this character? (soothsayer)

no, that's what oogway is for /j

25. What kind of fan-fiction do you read about this character? If you don’t read fan-fics about them, why not? (horton)

i don't because there isn't a lot?

ok i may be exaggerating, there has to be some fanfics that popped up as a result of the 2008 movie, but frankly i don't feel like trawling through what i can only assume is an overabundance of jo-jo fics. and the version of horton in my head is so specific on account of picking and choosing parts of everything he's been in, so i feel like nothing will satisfy me.

that being said, i do remember a story-- not a fic, but a fancomic set post-canon to the events of 2008, where the who scientist lady made a device to make the mayor big enough to be visible and actually interact with horton. cue shennanigans once he realizes that he doesn't have the creature comforts of whoville on account of being in the middle of a jungle. and also there's a jaguar oc who wants to eat the mayor. it was cool! at least kid me thought so.

#ask #escarlatafox #oh god i have to remember all my blorbo tags for this one #ch: comoedia personis #ch: i've never been the one who had a chance to see myself #ch: you're the one to change your story #ch: more of a 'what could be' than a 'what will be'#ch: the lid's open and has been fermenting ever since #ch: oh the mountains you'll move‚ oh the tears you'll cry

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feralkwe · 2 months

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Fic Writer Interview

I was tagged by @veliseraptor - xoxo

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

a humble 34, but those are only the ones that made it to ao3. i've had several others strung across other platforms over the years, but these are the ones i care to keep track of.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

552,373. a little lower than i expected, but wordcount has never really been a thing i worry too much over. it's not a competition. a story takes as many words as it needs to be told.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

i actually had to look this up. i thought i knew off the top of my head, and i was pretty lose. they are:

a champion's expectation (118)

dossiers and snapshots (89)

a hero's lamentations (78)

a queen's regrets (66)

food for thought (63)

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i do! one of my favorite things about fandom is the back and forth about things you love. fic serves that up rather well. i absolutely love discussing stories with people who enjoyed them.

5. What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

hmm. a tough one, i think. i am probably suffering recency bias, but to the edge (and back again) may be the winner here. it's definitely up there. my current wip, thnks fr th mmrs may rival it, depending on how it goes. that one has the benefit of relationship angst, but isn't exclusively a canon character story where we all know the ending.

6. What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

i like a little bittersweet in all of my endings, and i think a majority of my fic reflects that. however, a herald's faith definitely has the happiest ending, in my opinion. everyone in the story is where they should be or want to be at the end of the inquisition, even if that isn't always with each other. hence, the bitter in my sweet endings. it's what they all want, and that has to count for something.

7. Do you write crossovers?

i used to, but i don't anymore. i don't really like them as much as i did when i was a young fic writer learning what appealed to me. it's just not my thing.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

yup! it doesn't exist anymore because the platform where i first posted it no longer exists, but i got a fair bit (more than i'm used to for how little known my work is) for my handling of alistair in a queen's regrets. i still stand by my characterization and choices. he has a temper and breaking points, and i think his reactions in my story are very much in character. sorry not sorry to everyone who thinks he's made of cotton candy and smiles and nods. he's actually much more complex than that, and i think i write that very well.

9. Do you write smut?

absolutely i do. that's it. that's my answer.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge! i'm not a very popular or well-known writer, and i would be surprised if anyone has actually cared enough to steal my work. that's not like, false humility or anything. i'm not well-known in any fandom, for better or for worse.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

someone did approach me to ask if they could translate a queen's regrets to russian, but i have no idea if that ever happened! i never heard back from them. if anyone runs across it, i'd love to see it!

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope. i'm not closed off to the idea, it's just never come up.

13. What's your all-time favorite ship?

oh my goodness, what an unfair question! i am very much a multishipper with a ship-and-let-ship mindset. i don't actively ship things outside of my own ships, but i'm pretty easy to convince that something could work and would be interesting. i love seeing it, and will happily engage in talk about it if asked because i genuinely enjoy seeing people have fun.

my official answer is possibly cheating, but it's anders/mage rights. it is my ride or die, absolutely non-negotiably canon ship. i love the idea that yes, even if he does love your character, he will never love anything or anyone as much as he loves freedom for mages. it will always matter to him more than anyone or anything else. perhaps he is willing to drown the world in blood to keep you safe, but he has and will obliterate himself for the cause no matter what you do or think. i find that so incredibly satisfying.

14. What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

hmm. i have a few marvel fics that i would love to have the desire to finish. i would say specifically dossiers and snapshots, which is a clint barton &-/ natasha romanov series of connected one-shots that i would rework into a cohesive multi-chapter story. at this point they would need to be torn apart and rewritten, which is only part of why it will likely never happen. the other is that despite how much i love the characters i chose for my stories, that phase of my fandom life has likely passed, and i'm okay with that.

15. What are your writing strengths?

i am very good at characterization. i am. this is fact. even though i toil and fret over every new character and voice i tackle, i think i always come out on top of it. the number of people who have told me they could imagine my characterization choices happening in canon reinforces this, and it is maybe the only thing about my fic writing that i am confident to maybe just shy of arrogance about.

i'm also good at dialogue, i think.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

probably description. it's something i'm picky about in reading any type of fiction. i have no patience for when it gets too flowery or when an author/writer refuses to leave anything to the reader's imagination. i will skim over it for understanding, but there is a point where it's just lost on me.

that translates into my writing to a point where i have to actively work against my impulse to be as concise as possible. i want so much for readers to be able to imagine what they like that sometimes i forget to give them touchstones for my own vision. i'm also forever paranoid that i am dreadfully repetitive. there is a sweet spot for me, both reading and writing, and achieving it is likely to always feel like a white whale.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

you have to be very, very careful with it. don't just trust google translate or whatever your tool of choice is with it. use it sparingly for best effect. if you're a native english speaker, don't fall into the trap of mixing it with english ("chinglish" "spanglish" etc) without consulting a native speaker. depending on the language you run the risk of getting very problematic very fast, and it's always, always best to err on the side of caution. and by caution, i mean native speaker opinion.

now, if native speakers of that language are your target, that is another thing altogether, and i have more thoughts on that. i love when ojibwe authors use anishinaabemowin and don't translate it for non-speakers. it's like a little love letter from them to me. i assume there are instances in other languages where this applies.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

technically the babysitter's club. i wrote and illustrated my own little books of it when i was a kid. the first fandom i officially wrote and published for was dragon age.

19. What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

mmm. i really, really would love to dip my toes into good omens. i think i understand the characters well enough to do it justice. but it's a big fandom full of so many incredible writers, and i have yet to come up with a viable premise that i think i could enact in a meaningful way. i'm not discounting it, but it's a fandom i'm active in, and i'd love to some day be a contributor.

also, i'd love to write some cute little bits for ryne/gaia in ffxiv. again, it's a matter of finding an idea that grabs me in a way that i think i could make magic happen. but they are so adorably sweet, and girl love is definitely something we need to see more of in any fandom, it's definitely on my bucket list.

20. What's your favorite fic you've written?

again, recency bias, but my recently finished ffxiv fic, to the edge (and back again), about the journey of elidibus through the zodiark summoning up to the sundering, may be my best work yet.

i'm gonna tag @yamisnuffles, @icescrabblerjerky, @leggywillow, @squeeful, @tehjai, and anyone else who wants to consider themselves tagged for a bit of fun.

#fic #fanfic #tag games #fic writing #my fic #b writes fic

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fountainpenguin · 10 months

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"I should not be left to my own devices; they come with prices and vices; I end up in crisis (tale as old as time)..."

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New Factor It In chapter today!

Chapter 3 - “Base”

Read on FFN || Read on AO3

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Rex (AKA Kid Math) is no longer mind controlled, thanks to WordGirl... but since he needs a moment to himself, he retreats to his super secret spaceship hideout. Meanwhile, Sally Botsford chats with Exposition Guy and his wife, who are taking in a new foster kid...

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

Base

.:: January 3rd - Saturday - 1:54 pm ::.

"Analyze yourself at your worst to understand yourself at your best."

(Ancient Hexagon proverb)

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Psst! Look for the words intimidated and integrated

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SHOOOOOM!

He streaks above the city in a blur of blue. The absence of the Narrator is bitter and haunting. Rex tries not to let it weigh on him. He should treasure these moments. They let him work through his thoughts in private without that infuriating busybody prodding at him with an invisible finger.

Hot chocolate sounds scrumptious in this weather, but the food trucks will have to wait. This mind control belt is going straight to his spaceship hideout before it does any more harm. Rex struggles through the blinding snowflakes as best as he can, wiping melting slush from his eyelashes. Is he over the suburbs yet? The wind lashes him towards the rooftops. He can't see far ahead, and not only because he left the smashed remains of his glasses in that crater. He's too fast. Too cold. Ick. He wraps his hands around his shoulders, decreasing the wind resistance against his body for optimal flight. It's freezing. They didn't have anything like this back on Hexagon, you know. This weather is just all-around awful. Why does WordGirl stay on a planet with such a strong tilt to its axis?

Well… He knows the answer to that question, actually. Her family live here. Her Earth family, anyway. As he veers through the snowflakes, trying not to crash into any buildings, Rex grits his teeth. Family. What a nuisance. Sure, it's easy for WordGirl - Becky - to suggest he settle with an Earth couple. She doesn't remember her parents at all, so switching them out for new ones probably never hurt her.

But the LAST two people he wants to cram into his life are a false mom and false dad. Those titles are acid on his tongue. Becky can build her perilous house of cards, but personally? Rex would rather not create a secret identity around a lie of "having Earth parents" whom he "loves."

So what if he hasn't lived with his mom since he was in his 30s? And so what if his dad hasn't set foot off Lexicon in a century? That doesn't mean they're not his parents. And it doesn't mean it's okay to just replace them with random strangers he's not sure he'll ever care about.

And it's not fair for Becky to make me do that.

But she did.

He can still remember the day, just over two weeks ago now, when WordGirl broke the news about the foster system. They were in the forest, surrounded by the evergreens he'd already grown familiar with. His scooter craft had been damaged in a small fall when it ran out of fuel, just a few days after arriving here on Earth. Rex had crawled underneath it with a couple of good wrenches, scowling hopelessly at the mess of wires and wishing for a pair of pliers instead. Then WordGirl swooped in with her usual hot and fiery swishing noise and he'd jerked up, bashing his forehead on the underside of the scout vessel. Ow. He nicked his forehead on serrated metal. Two seconds later, it flickered with an icy chill and sealed over again.

"Well, good news, Rex! I've found you a warm, safe place to stay for the winter while your spaceship heater's busted. Once the snow melts in spring, Bob and I can take a look at it with you and try to fix it up."

She wore her favorite green sweater, like a fluffy carrot top that concealed a discouraging harvest below. She'd been all smiles as he crawled out from under the scooter, and Huggy had squealed his agreement. You know… It really had sounded like good news at first. She got excited for him. Let's break this down. A temporary family who could check up on him every now and then? Help him get food, use the post office, and get around the city? Great! It would be a nice change of scenery to stretch his legs. He could use a few nights away from his spaceship.

The journey from Hexagon had been a long one. It took him two years. He hadn't technically crashed his ship when he landed on this planet, but he had clipped a few trees on his way down. Then he bashed the starboard side against a giant boulder and broke a few things. You know, maybe that was considered crashing… but he still had his fingers crossed that he could get it up again in no time. He just… needed to wait for spring, so he could stand working outside for long hours without all this icy wind.

The snow hadn't been this bad back then. Just two inches deep (inches are an Earth unit of measurement, equivalent to 2.72 rokurans). The blood raced in his veins, but he'd thought that would be the end of it. Then WordGirl had mentioned foster care. An agent she knew. Some ideas she had. And he'd just… stood there, staring at her silently with the wrench drooping from his hand.

Foster care. With Earth families and other Earthling kids.

"Oh…" What else was he supposed to say? He fidgeted with the wrench and (very slowly) leaned back against the hood of his scooter craft. "Thanks, WordGirl. I appreciate you looking out for me, but I really don't need a babysitter. I'm 51 and I almost graduated top of my class from the Hexagonian Children's Learning Facility. I already picked up some picture books on forest foraging from the library. I know how to start fires and put them out again safely. I'm perfectly fine with being independent while I'm here on Earth."

WordGirl had hesitated then, and he'd remembered a split-second later that on this planet, he wasn't considered 51. Right. He could recognize his age inherently, even across the universe. His Hexagonian blood wouldn't let him forget it. He'd done the math. One year on Hexagon translated to 61.078 Earth days.

But here, the people viewed him as only 8 years old. Rex was pretty sure he'd "turn 9" on this planet sometime this upcoming summer - he'd be close to 53.56209 years on Hexagon if his calculations were accurate - though he wasn't yet confident with the names of the Earth months.

He hadn't relayed any of this to WordGirl yet in case he got the words wrong. January, June, July… March, May… The names danced on a blurry stage like ballerinas encased in ice. Okay, yeah- side note: It still boggled his mind that so many people on this planet could read written words as easily as Lexiconians did. In fact, this whole planet was full of readers.

He still wanted to wait for the right moment to bring up the date. He had time.

[Cnt'd on FFN / AO3 - Links at top]

#WordGirl #Factor It In #ridwriting #Kid Math #Exposition Guy #Grammar queen #Arithmetic Lad #Tim and Sally #LexiHexa duo #apparently art #Satirical vocab alien child show #fic announcement

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kunosoura · 1 year

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got a list of sff reccs?

Non-exhaustive lists:

Science Fantasy

Science Fiction

Fantasy:

I had a whole list of fantasy recs that went down with my previous blog, so here are some interesting ones off the top of my head:

The Iron Dragon's Daughter. I know it's on the Science Fantasy list also. Idc. I want more people to read it. It's got two sequels which are pretty good, but this first book is the breadwinner for me.

Wheel of Time: Don't read these books. If you do though come talk to me about them so we can be mean to them together.

The Winternight Trilogy - A really interesting series taking place in Late Medieval Russia, right as Christianity is beginning to encroach into the country's furthest regions, and the tensions arising between Christian bigotry and the native beliefs. Featuring a second book which bizarrely deviates into "transmasc equestrian" story and a hot (cold) demon.

the Earthsea trilogy. Obligatory mention. I'm frustrated with the very ending of the series (Not the short story Le Guin wrote just before her death but The Other Wind) but the rest of it is a really smart and heartfelt fantasy story, critiquing the genre's tropes and attitudes decades before they reached their apex without turning into a necessarily "deconstructionist" work.

If you have a taste for longer books, check out The Brightest Shadow by Sarah Lin. It's a progression fantasy book, which is like if LitRPG had a sense of embarrassment, but I still really enjoy it. The first book takes a while to warm up and is a little on the nose, but I've really enjoyed it from the second book on. Even in the first book, I enjoy the scenes where the narrative takes a break and the characters just talk with each other, practicing and learning and growing together, as they discuss the subjective histories and philosophies they were raised in or were later tutored by.

The Green Bone Trilogy is like... I'm ultimately a bit disappointment with how it played out because it never quite makes it to critiquing the intentional hypocrisy at the core of the narrative, but it's still good action packed fun if you want something simple. Has the honorable distinction of being the only book to ever have me blushing scarlet at work. Here there be sex scenes, some of them gay.

I didn't include The Locked Tomb in science fantasy because it doesn't really have science fiction themes, and it also probably doesn't need my endorsement, but it's really good.

Speaking of Worlds-That-Are-Secretly-Our-Own-But-With-Necromancy-As-A-Metaphor-For-How-Capitalism-And-Imperialism-Controls-Bodies, Check out The Craft Sequence.

The Queen's Thief's first book is incredibly YA with a plucky young protagonist, if a bit graphic when describing the impact of being locked in a pre-modern prison. The second book is a wild swerve exploring trauma, destiny, grief, and disability. The rest of the books get smarter and more varied in their themes from there.

Oh speaking of YA esque novels I'll deign to recommend, I read the Scholomance recently. Mostly because the morally tormented protagonist with incredible powers is my favorite junk food, but also because I think it handles the themes of young adult stories (interrogating and challenging a kind of shitty world) in a better than average way.

And some standalone recs/miscellanea:

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell is an immaculate recreation of a really dry old British book, only it was written a couple of decades ago, is about Wizards, and features a really good take on The Fair Folk. It also assures you very early that you don't have to worry about the morality of the protagonists, because both of them are shitty, evil, and at times insane.

The Goblin Emperor is a really fun and heartfelt story about a far flung, unkindly-treated noble kid getting thrust into a royal title by a massive assassination of everyone in front of him. Despite being a story about a Monarch, it ends up being weirdly based about it.

Mushi-Shi is an anime that is incredibly evocative, poignant, and fantastic. I don't watch or recommend anime much but I strongly recommend this.

Honestly, I don't often recommend video games for their fantasy worlds because so few do much particularly interesting with them. That said: Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles is a mediocre game set in a world with an absolutely immaculate fantasy atmosphere. Genuinely feels like you're in an old gaelic storybook. Don't get the remaster, it adds voiceover work which DESTROYS this.

Pan's Labyrinth has a good deal of horror elements, but the backbone is a faerie story about seeking the fantastic in a world growing increasingly dark and grim.

The Years of Rice and Salt is primarily an alt history novel about a world where Europe was completely devastated by the Black plague. But underneath that is a story about reincarnation, destiny, and love. Maybe a bit more magical realist but I love it so it gets a rec anyway.

Here's some of rapid fantasy movie recommendations: Stardust, The Princess Bride, The Last Unicorn, The Seventh Seal (this one's a little bit higher brow than the others mentioned here)

#I held back a good chunk of like games and cartoons and anime/manga etc #it's just like. it feels like a completely different discussion to this. idk how to explain it.

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mariellewritesalot · 4 months

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It's my 9th anniversary on Tumblr 🥳 (since December 2014)

Almost a decade, wow! Excelsior by mariellewritesalot is a writing blog I started as a teenager to fully embrace the fact that I wanted to become a writer. I wanted my own "website" or at least a home for my words. "Excelsior" is my favorite word, and I was a bit obsessed with it back then, given that it meant going ever upward. "mariellewritesalot" was just something I thought of while watching cartoons where one of the characters had "a lot" attached to their name (I believe it was Sir Yipsalot). I could cringe, but honestly, I'm not too bothered enough to change it. Maybe it's part of its charm.

Suffice it to say, this has been my longest relationship so far, haha. We've had our ups and downs, terrible lulls of writer's block when I would be too busy with life or too paralyzed with fear that I'm not good enough to actually post something here.

I started writing early on because I was the kind of child who read everywhere and owned a Kindle since I was 12. I joined essay contests and wrote fan fiction until I was in the middle of my teenage years. I loved Total Girl Philippines, and eventually became a Jr. TG Staff Writer for one week in the summer of 2012. I won a Palanca when I was in senior high school. I dabbled, of course, in campus journalism for many years. Editor-in-Chief for some publications. I wrote news, features, opinions...even UAAP sports! I then created a Facebook page for my blog to expand my audience. I was fortunate enough to land a spot in UP Diliman where I took a certificate course on Malikhaing Pagsulat sa Filipino (loved working on my Filipino writing skills) and eventually, my Bachelor of Arts degree in Philippine Studies, where I also majored in History. I wrote my undergraduate thesis on Filipino food in Filipino-American restaurants based in the United States, guided by my love for Doreen Fernandez essays and curiosities about the diaspora; so I could also help these restaurants map out their histories. During the pandemic, I worked on a practice Young Adult novel called, Don't Write Me Off.

I started working freelance and interning for some publications like PhilStar Life and Esquire Philippines. I've been a part of college organizations in UP Diliman, where I honed my skills in leadership, writing, and research so that I may be able to do talks and workshops about writing in different schools and provinces in the Philippines. Last year, I became a Creative Nonfiction fellow for the 61st Silliman University National Writers Workshop, which has been a dream of mine since, well, I was in high school and deeply obsessed with 'the scene.' I got to belong with my chosen family in the fellows with whom I shared the once-in-a-lifetime experience in Dumaguete. We have since joined the Cebu Art Fair last year with our zine, Saudade: A Study on Longing, which features two of my works. As a collective, we're always collaborating on something. Watch this space!

Nowadays, I'm living somewhere in Spain, and I'm working on my first book. It's a collection. It's (too) vulnerable. I think you'll like it. I believe that I will probably be in pursuit of more knowledge and skills as a writer for the rest of my life, so despite my wanting to be a mysterious private person, I think you'll be hearing (reading?) a lot from me on various platforms. Hopefully.

While we're here, I have something new. Since we're losing Tinyletter next month, which was where I used to send out my newsletter of truly vulnerable, exclusive pieces, I have decided to "move houses" and finally join Substack. I'm going to talk about some facets of my life here in Spain, food, and the usual prose. Essentially, a lot of my stuff will be free to read there, but I would appreciate pledges if you can. I will still update my Tumblr from time to time, of course, seeing as this is my main site. No worries!

This year, I'm also going to work on creating an Instagram account for my writing. I have beautiful plans I can't wait to share with you. I'm hoping you'll come along for the ride.

Thank you, lovers, for this milestone.

Always,

Marielle

#9 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone #mariellewritesalot #marielle fatima tuazon

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starryeyedadmirer · 1 year

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Harry Styles: Cookie Belly

!!CW!! — Belly Worship (Playing, Rubbing, Kissing, Licking), Navel Worship (Fingering, Kissing, Kissing, etc.), Bodily Gasses, Mention of the Bathroom (Just the word “Poo” 😂), Bloating

Synopsis: It's Valentine's Day, and I've gotten Harry his favorite gift in the world: three dozen of my aunt's special holiday cookies. Having devoured the contents of all three containers, Harry's belly is going pretty wild — swelling up, and releasing gas like a deflating balloon. It may not be the ideal Valentine's Day - being cozied up with such a bloated, gassy Harry - but, while suffering the wrath of his horrid stench, I quickly come to realize that it's all that I could've ever wanted, and more.

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I used to really hate Valentine's Day, back before Harry and I got together. All of the lovey-dovey bullshit being shoved down my throat every year; the happy couples parading around town, smiling at one another, and holding hands, as if they couldn't be any happier; all the pink heart-shaped candies, and assorted chocolates. I just couldn't stand it.

Why did there have to be an entire holiday dedicated to something as fitful as love? Why did it matter so much to so many people?

I guess I just didn't understand what it felt like to be romantically involved with someone else, back then... to have somebody by my side — who I could depend on; made me feel secure; and cared for me, unconditionally. Once Harry and I started dating, and I realized what I'd been missing out on, I finally understood what the hoopla around February 14th had been all about.

-❤️❤️❤️-

Each year, when Valentine's Day comes along, Harry shows me just how special he thinks I am. He showers me with the most adorable presents — roses, hand-written cards, dinner dates, and chocolates — until I'm practically buried underneath a mountain of gifts. No offering is ever too grand for me, in his eyes... no matter how big, or expensive it may be. To him, I deserve the world. When the night falls, he picks up his guitar and serenades me with a medley of beautiful songs; working the words "I love you" into the lyrics somehow... a simple declaration, that never fails to move me, no matter how many times I've heard it before.

I always do the best that I can to reciprocate his affection, with heartfelt gestures of my own... though it's tough. The things I do for him just can't compare to anything that he's done for me, but he never makes a fuss about it. I try to cook him a nice breakfast before he wakes up in the morning, take him out to the park for little picnics, buy him clothes, and get him a couple of records from Danny's Record Store... but his favorite gift of all is my Aunt Joni's homemade V-Day cookies. From his very first taste of them, he was hooked... and now, eating them together has become a holiday tradition of ours. He absolutely loves them... probably more than he loves me. They never last too long in our house.

Those sugary treats are the only gifts of mine that can ever compete with the ones that he gets for me every year. I always make sure to grab him a huge batch whenever the 14th comes back around... and this year, I managed to snag three dozen large, frosted cookies from Joni's kitchen. With today being our fifth Valentine's Day together, and us having nothing planned for the afternoon, we're spending the evening at home in bed — spooning and eating delicious junk-food... and Harry's had more than enough of his fair share of sweets.

-❤️❤️❤️-

"Mmmph, that was good." Harry grunts — peering over my shoulder at the empty cookie box, as he picks the clumps of pink frosting from his teeth. "Was that the last of them? Shame. Those things were incredible!" My head resting heavy on his shoulder, he wraps his right arm around me, and places his hand on my hip. "Thanks for grabbing so many cartons for me, babe. You've made my holiday."

"Of course, Harry." I reply — burying my face deeper into the side of his neck. "I just couldn't help myself, knowing how much you love them. I saw the stack of boxes sitting on Joni's countertop; I had to steal them. Didn't expect you to eat so many cookies in one day though. Lord only knows how much sugar she puts into those things."

"If you ask me, I'd say it's just the right amount. Makes me feel all warm and tingly inside." He nestles his chin up against the top of my head, and plants a tender kiss onto my scalp. "My tummy is all happy and full, thanks to them."

"Good. After that disaster of a breakfast I made for you this morning, it's a miracle you're not in the hospital right now, with food poisoning... or something worse. I'll admit, that bacon omelette wasn't my best work. I'm just glad your gut is good and full, and not upset at me." I let my hand wander down from my side and find it's way onto his stomach, and slip it under the bottom of his shirt. It's somewhat tough, and round beneath my fingertips... packed up, nice and tight. If I didn't know any better, I would suspect that I'd accidentally gotten him knocked up somehow, just by the expanse of his midsection... but, I can tell by how lax its surface is that it's only a little bloating. "Feels like you're pretty stuffed, actually. Think you maybe overdid it, Harry?" I push the end of his shirt up to his chest, and let it hang from his uppermost-brace of nipples — revealing to him the full magnitude of his inflation.

"Of course not." He assures me, unmoved by the size of his stomach. "I could eat four dozen of those things! Five, even! My belly's feeling a bit funny... but, trust me, it's nothing. I'm fine." He looks over at me with his enchanting smile — the top-toothed simper that I've come to love over the last five years — dispelling any ounce of concern that may have overcome me, in a single instant. Just by the twinkle in his gorgeous green-blue eyes, and the sparkle of his grin, it's clear that he's feeling okay; getting on just fine.

Beaming back at him, I plant a tender kiss on his neck, and slither my way to the edge of the bed. The sheets crinkle and twist underneath my body as I reposition myself atop them — laying down on my side, in a perpendicular position to Harry's form, as he watches me struggle. It's hard work, getting myself situated... but it's all made worth it once I'm rested beside him, with my left ear placed on his adorably distended tummy; listening to it's roaring outcries as it processes Joni's goodies. Even through the cloth of his shirt, I can hear his intestines churning and gurgling inside of him... doing the best they can to pass the massive load of frosting and sugar that he's just consumed. "Wow!" I laugh. "It's really noisy in there. Sounds like you've got a tumble wash inside of you, turning a big load of clothes. I think this is the most I've ever heard your guts talk!"

"Really? Are they that loud? Well... what are they saying?"

"Sounds to me like they're angry at us... like they're saying: 'What the fuck! We're over capacity in here!' I think they're cursing us out."

"Wow, that sounds pretty bad. You'd better ignore it. Hey, hon... think you can hear me making poo over all that yelling?"

"Oh, don't be so gross!" I shout at him, giving his belly a gentle peck. "That's disgusting! But... yeah... I guess I can. My shoddy breakfast, and all three dozen of those cookies are in there somewhere, getting mashed up... or whatever happens inside your gut. I'm sure that's what all this ruckus is about."

"Me making poo? Seems like all that food is just running right through me today, huh? Moving out of the way for more."

"More? Harry, there's no way you could eat anything else. Not after all the crap you've put down today. That's ridiculous! It's almost as if you're trying to make your stomach explode. And why are you so fascinated with the idea of making poo?"

"I was just being funny, babe. I'm not serious. I'm not hungry anymore, I swear. Just listen to my gut right now." He takes my crown into his palm — clutching it as though it's a basketball — and presses my face even harder against his body, smushing my features into his bloated form.

Before I can regain my strength, and unearth my nose from the depths of his bellybutton, he forces out a boisterous squall of wind from his ass. "See? Does that sound like a hungry gut to you?" The foul stench of his colon invades my nostrils almost as quickly as it flows out from his ass — cloaking the even more unpleasant fetor of his dirty navel like a thick blanket. "There's no space in there for me to eat anything more. It's utterly impossible!"

His emission is sour — smelling as though he's fallen ill with a stomach bug — a powerful, sickening odor... like nothing I've ever inhaled before. It must be the breakfast I made that's turned his stomach, or expired baking ingredients. Whatever the cause for such an awful stench, it's created an aromatic titan.

"Ugh. Harry! Why would you do that? You stink!" I yell helplessly — trying my hardest to free myself from his grip, as he holds me in place. "Let me go! What the hell! Let go of me!" Stuck within the rancid cloud of his gaseous excretion, and buried in the cavernous hole in the middle of his belly, I can't help but to breathe them both in as I struggle to break loose. Part of me wants to vomit all over him, and make him regret playing such a childish joke... but, deep down, something in me finds pleasure in the way he smells.

I've always enjoyed the atmosphere of his natural musk, albeit in secret. The fragrance of the gunk that sits behind his ears, the putrid dirt laid deep within the depths of his bellybutton, the sweaty crevices between his toes, his swampy ass crack after a long run, even the stench of his usual farts — they've all got a special place in my heart — and though this new aroma may be far more unpleasant than anything I've smelled from him before, it still belongs to him. It's a part of him, somehow... an odor that was birthed from within his womb... and for that simple fact alone, I waste no time coming to love it too.

"Oh, do I? You mean to tell me that I don't smell like sugar and strawberries? That's odd." His stomach growing even louder than before — and seemingly becoming larger underneath my lips — he pushes out yet another nasty gust of air... this one sounding a bit wet, and slaps his hand against his belly. "Ah, man. That's good."

"C'mon, Harry." I shriek, trying to get him to release me. "Take it easy! You smell like shit! I can't believe you're acting like this on Valentine's Day! You're supposed to be a gentleman!"

"Can't help it, baby... I'm making poo!"

"What the fuck!" It's unreal to me, the way Harry is behaving right now — how disgusting he's being... although I do enjoy it quite a bit. I've never seen him act like such a slob before — be so visceral, and unrestrained... so... sexy. It's almost animalistic, in a sense.

He's usually very well-mannered, and pleasant — the kind of guy who opens doors for me whenever we're out in public, and helps me around the house... the kind of guy who'd never pass gas around me, out of respect for my space — but now, he's thriving in his natural state; his natural odor... and holding me close to his body, so that I can revel in it too. What more could I want in this moment? Thorny Roses? A flimsy card? A song?

This wasn't exactly how I thought I'd be spending Valentine's Day this year, but I wouldn't change it at one bit... not for all of the flowers and chocolates in the world. We're closer to one another than we've ever been before. He's all mine, to have my way with, and breathe in as I please.

Giving into the heavenly stench, I press my lips over the fatty rim of his bellybutton — sucking up all of the muck and grime that laid deep within the craterous little hole — and dip my tongue into it, allowing it to plunge down as far as it can go. It's so tight... so deep... so smelly. The bitter, gritty taste of sweat and dirt overcomes my mouth immediately, sending my tastebuds into a panic... but I'd rather have the tang of Harry's filthy flesh in my mouth than any sweet treat — even Joni's cookies.

"Whoa," he sighs — taken aback by my sudden advance. "W—What are you doing to me, babe? That feels so good." He promptly relaxes his grip on my crown, and sits up on his elbows — watching in awe as I make love to his bloated body. "Oh, fuck! That's incredible! Oh my god, keep going. Please!"

His midsection as swollen and flexed as ever — looking as though he's a newly pregnant mother — and his filthy bellybutton fastly closing in around my tongue, I continue to explore the gorgeous hole, until the dirt-filled cesspool is brimming with my sticky saliva. "Mmmmph... fuuuuuck."

Harry's tummy gurgles and twists underneath the tip of my tongue — rolls around inside, in a single, solid mass... like an overpacked washing machine — as he does his best to hold still. His face as red as an apple, his hands gripped tight on the bedsheets, and his little toes sprawled out to their limits, he just can't hold himself together any longer. "Fuck!" He cries out — his throat straining with incredible tension! "I think I'm going to explode!" Unleashing the full magnitude of his gut, he releases the tension that's built up in his abdomen, and lets his stomach stretch out as far as it can — smothering me with his belly.

"Whoa!" I laugh, gladly allowing myself to be suffocated against his rapidly expanding body. "Harry, I've never seen you so big before! You look like you're about to give birth to something! You're huge!"

He's always had a problem with bloating. Having such a sensitive stomach, he blows up after nearly every meal he eats... and constantly carries the weight of his overgrown foodbabies around with him, until it's time to pass them. For him, having a little belly after such a large snack is a normal occurrence... but his stomach has never blown up to this scale before — to around three times it's usual size, in only a matter of seconds. He's so tight that it looks as though it could rupture... and he's not dealing with the pain well.

"I know." He groans, clasping his hands onto either side of his stomach — as though his water has broken, and he's come into an active labor. "It hurts like hell. Feels like I'm going to burst. I'm so full of air right now."

"M—Maybe Joni came up with a new recipe this year. Those cookies did taste a bit different when I visited her this weekend. Maybe you're sensitive to one of the new ingredients. I'll give her a call!"

"No... no! Don't call her. Please, just lay with me... and rub my belly. I swear, baby, I've just got gas. It'll pass soon."

"Okay."

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My right hand sat on his belly — rubbing big circles into his skin — Harry looks down at me with those sweet, blue-green eyes of his, and plants a tender kiss onto my temple. "Thank you for doing this." He whispers to me. "Taking care of me this way. I know I've ruined the evening. Don't know why I acted like that a few minutes ago... I completely lost my manners."

"Awe, Harry, it's fine. You didn't ruin anything, I swear it. Your tummy is bothering you... you gotta get some relief. Sure, it smells like ass in here... and you're basically pregnant with a foodbaby right now... but it's no big deal." Gazing down at his gut, I return his kiss — sealing my lips over one of his nipples — and trace a heart shape on the skin around his navel, with the tip of my index finger. "I don't mind the smell at all... and... I think your belly's kind of cute."

"Do you really?" He smirks at me — shivering as I pull my lips away from his chest. "But I'm so big... so fat."

"Yeah. I do. I always wondered what you'd look like if I got you pregnant one day... if you blew up, and gained a bunch of weight while my baby was inside you. It's stupid... I know... but, now I have an idea of how you'd look. You'd be so adorable pregnant, Harry! Just a shame it's only a wad of cookies in there, and not a real kid."

"Feels like it is to me. It's like... there's something solid in there... floating around inside of me." He sways his butt back and forth atop the sheets — his belly shaking like a bowl of gelatin below my finger. It sounds as though it's full of liquid... a big water tank, jostling around inside of him. "Ya know, you were right... I should've taken it easy on the sweets. I thought I could handle it, but three cartons-worth of cookies is more than enough for me. I'm so stuffed... and, I'm starting to regret that I didn't save myself a full box, for later. Should've kept one free."

"I can get you another... but only if you swear you won't eat the whole thing at once."

"No. I'm good. Your aunt's a brilliant baker, but I don't need any more. They just don't agree with me." With a sudden, loud churning sound, his stomach stirs... and then, there's a terrible rumbling down in his hips. "See what I mean?" He whimpers. "Mmmph... they're moving through me like a bullet train. It hurts like hell."

"Think this is a gas pain, baby?" I ask him, growing restless at the mere thought of inhaling another cloud of his wonderful stench. "Go ahead... let it out, if you can. I don't mind... as long as you're comfortable."

"Yeah... URRRGGG... I think it may be."

"Well... see if you can force it out. Just try."

"Alright. I guess... NNMMMGG... I guess I'll give it a go." Struggling to unbind the large sphere of gas that's built up inside him, and overtaxing himself in the process, he manages to labor through his abdominal pain, and pushes out a good fart — an eruptive, hefty gust. It sounds as though there's been an explosion in the back of his pants... a boom of hot wind... and smells even worse than the one before.

"Ooh, that was good, baby." I assure him. "Keep going with those, and you'll be feeling better in no time. Got any more in the chamber?"

The smell of him sitting heavy in the air, I take in a deep breath, and slip my finger into his shallowed, wet navel — as somewhat of a reward, for such a good passing.

"I... I think so." He answers, startled by the new sensation. "Let me see."

Curious, I wait patiently for another breeze to come rushing out from his guts — giving his navel a proper, slow fingering, and watching intently as he tries his hardest to force one out — but, to my sheer disappointment, nothing comes through. His face blushed a rosy red, eyebrows and nose scrunched tight, abdominal muscles contracted, and navel damp with spit — Harry pushes with all of his might... overworking himself, for no result.

"Okay... okay, Harry." I sigh, swirling my limber digit around the brim of his belly hole. "Don't force it. If there's anything left inside you, it'll come out when it needs to."

"UUURGGGH... I wish I could just push it all out, nice and easy... but I guess this is what I get for being such a pig. God, it hurts so bad!" He let's out an angry groan — throwing his head forward in utter frustration — and locks his eyes onto my hand. "What's with you and my belly button, babe? You've been playing with it so much lately. Is there frosting in there, or something?"

"No. I just think it's really cute! Especially now that you're so bloated. It's not so deep anymore... and it stinks. I like it."

"What is wrong with you?" He giggles, as I continue to play with his navel — having grown fairly used to my tendency to fixate on the oddest of things. "You're so strange, hon. Ya know what, give me your finger. I want to have a sniff... see what this stink is all about." Harry takes my wrist into his hand, and pulls my finger up to his nose — having a whiff of his own foul fetor. "God, that's bad!" He gags, sniffing it once more. "It's like... curdled cheese, and sweat! Why do you like that so much, babe? You're mental!"

"I don't know." I reply. "I just do. You get used to it after a while."

"Really? MMMMFFPH. Well, I'm in no place to judge. I have to admit, I enjoyed it quite a bit when you had your tongue stuck in there. Felt like you were inside me... in a good way... not like these cookies. Tickled my tummy."

"Yeah? Well... how about I give your tummy another tickle. How's that sound?"

"Mmmm... sounds good." His grip on my arm falters as I slip my tongue back into his navel — as though he's already on the verge of an intense orgasm. "Fuck! That's so sensitive." He moans. "When'd you learn to do this?"

"A few minutes ago. Got curious... couldn't help it."

"Well, you're really good at it." My finger still pressed to his face, he bends his legs at the knees, and spreads them wide — digging his little toes into the covers — as though he's preparing to give birth to our cookie baby, as it turns in his womb. "Uuuhhh... it tickles."

"Sounds like this is really helping." I burble into the hole — trying my best to speak clearly, with my mouth hanging open. "You're not in as much pain."

"No. My belly... auuggh... is so happy right now. It loves this, baby." As though it knows it's own name... and exactly how to ruin our fun... his stomach rumbles loudly once more — letting out a low, prolonged bellow — and quickly begins to deflate.

"Uh oh. Looks like the bloating's going down, Harry." I alarm him — yelling incoherently, with my mouth still pressed to his skin. "How you feeling? Does it hurt?"

"Y—Yeah," he answers — his voice sounding as though he's trying not to choke, "It's all... PPPFFFFTT... going to my hips. Ah... ouch! I think this is the big one." He pushes my arm off of his chest, and sits up on the edge of the mattress. "I'll be right back! Gotta run to the loo! Really wasn't joking when I said those cookies were going through me, earlier. They're definitely on they're way out." Moving with an incredible sense of urgency, Harry yanks off his shirt and rolls out of bed — pushing his pants down from his waist as he darts off to the restroom. "Fuck! I'm not gonna make it!"

Left on my own, in the ambience of his sour air, I listen closely as he fumbles around in the bathroom. I can hear his feet slapping on the floor; the porcelain rim crashing against the toilet bowl; the booming sound of a wet brass instrument; and a low, animalistic grunt — resounding through the door. It's war in there... with Harry fighting hard to unload his hefty deposit... a battle that his body may well lose.

"You okay in there, baby?" I call out to him. "Sounds pretty rough! Do you need anything?"

"No! No! UURRGGH... I'm fine! Everything's good in here! Just getting some relief is all!"

The smell of his gas having all but vanished in the air, I press my face into the mattress — where his smelly ass once rested — and inhale the potent stench that's been left behind in the fabric of the bedsheets. "Ahhh, that's so fucking good." It's just as fresh as ever in my nostrils... just heavenly.

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I love my Aunt Joni's cookies more than life itself — just the same as Harry does — but, I must admit, I enjoy them even more once they've made they're short trip through his system. There's just something about the way those strawberry sweets smell once they've been churned and soured in his body that I find so enticing... how rancid they become inside of his stomach... it's so enchanting. Hopefully, I'll get to enjoy their beautiful odor again, next Valentine's Day... and catch another glimpse of my handsome, pregnant gentleman in his natural state of being.

It'll be a little while before Harry comes out from the bathroom — with his stomach stretched, and his bowels relieved — and until he shows his face again, I'll have the remnants of his marvelous stench to keep me company.

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Thanks for reading ❤️❤️❤️!!! I know it’s a little late for Valentine’s Day, but I figured I’d still share, since I had so much fun writing this!!!

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since someone already asked avvy it just feels right to ask you too - whats it like kinning amane?

You're right, it's only fair. But I must out myself, pretty much immediately after reading Avvy's post, I said aloud to her: "Man I hope no one asks me what it's like..."

Not because it's a bad question to ask (so don't sweat it) but, I just don't think it's going to sound as... fl-flattering? Lol... I must accept my fate.

The first thing I should say though, is that it feels really, really good, to be Amane. (Most of the time.) Does that sound silly? Probably, right...? Haha.

I'm not totally unfamiliar to a sense of ~kinnie euphoria~. I've definitely experienced this before. In general, I've always had issues navigating my very-compartmentalized self, and kin stuff helps me more thoroughly understand who Bird even Is, and what it means to be Bird. Which can feel relieving... it helps me define my art as well, and ultimately I get more satisfaction through it all. Though... eh, kin isn't exactly a 'choice' either, it's more like seeing a photo of yourself and recognizing yourself in it. If you're someone like me, who's struggled to even know what you look like, sometimes seeing that photo is relieving. "Oh, thank god... that's me." Er, but once you're past that stage, it's more often a neutral observation ("Yup... that's me.") and at worst, kind of humiliating. Seeing a BAD photo of yourself... a lame one. It goes back and forth; this is the downside of kin...

So... with Amane, I guess a lot of the time, it's like seeing myself, and it's — haunting. "My god, am I really like that?" But also I look really Cool. This is new, lol. I'm not used to feeling so cool. And like uhh, handsome, and interesting. So it makes me act... cockier, ruder, more insufferable. More arrogantly. My ego is unfathomable, at this point.

I feel so justified though. Maybe I'm prone to acting worse because I know I have a little brother that'll always be into it, though... Hmm, I guess I'm spoiled too. Not a small detail. I understand, implicitly, that I am adored... Tsukasa loves everything I do. Or, he'll have to, if I bully him about it. I'm not really worried about that, ever. At most I just get frustrated he didn't clap at the right time, or he didn't clap hard enough. (Be impressed by me!! Dummy...)

Hmm, I really feel as though my body is being piloted by a shitty 13 yo boy. (And it's one that won't stop watching porn and fucking his girlies.) When I was Actually 13, my life sucked and I couldn't really act like that at all; I had to be passive and meek, for a myriad of reasons. In some ways, it's pretty novel, just being so... unencumbered, at times? I've never felt more like Some Guy. It's a feedback loop also, I think, cuz Avvy's probably never seen me be so... *shitty boyfriend♂️*

Of course, not always smooth sailing, I do feel guilty at times. Amane is errr, unstable, as much as anything; he can make us get obsessively depressed and self-hating for a week straight, like literally making us cry over it kfkfkfkf.... This is the cost for all those high-highs, I suppose. He gets so depressed about how poorly he acts and how the girlies shouldn't be shackled to him (like, is sad for them, to be stuck with a jerk... why... why can't I just be normal... *sulks*) Usually he just needs a blowjob to reorient. You know how it is...

I can say that my favorite moments are like hers. :) I find that I get the most peace out of our day to day exchanges. It's really all about those little moments, like showering together, taking walks, sharing food. Somehow it's like... nostalgic, you get all, natsukashii... As if it's something we've done our whole life. That's nice... I like that. Feeling as though Avvy's always been with me, that what we do now is simply evocative of our entire childhood together. And I can't imagine it being any other way. Very cozy... I love watching my dumb baby brother make weird noises at me and chew on my nose n stuff... and I love to be rude and shove him, or grab him by the throat, or say something to make him go "nuuhhh!!!" and flail... That's the good stuff ❤

I think Avvy went into the 'states' she occupies... I think in my day-to-day, I'm sort of floating around ages 8-12. Kinda depends on how fussy or bawdy or awkward... Depressive states are like, I become ghost boy, at the roof staring at the moon. 'Arghh, I'm so terrible for what I've done, uuuruaruhh,,,, I can't visit your beautiful corpse, I'll just stay here'. When I'm physical agonies, I really regress into 4yo boy, cough cough. But the it's nice when I am brought water and food and stuff. Relief of brother care me... bring me things.

I worry, in terms of 'true self', that bandage boy is the most Me, deep down. I can't word that any more clearly. We haven't seen him in full, so of course, it's just that kind of delusional certainty. No way to "know", I just...

Hah. hahaha... hahahhahaha.

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