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httpsserene · 2 months

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𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 “𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤”𝐞𝐝 - 𝐨𝐩. 𝟖𝟏

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: oscar’s girlfriend is feral on main. 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: crack. this is a shitpost, you have been warned. uh this is completely unrealistic, it’s pure vibes okay. this is not an accurate representation of those mentioned. 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: oscar piastri x fem!black!reader 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: smau.

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: i wouldn’t consider myself an oscar girlie but then,,, i opened tumblr and saw the photos of oscar from when he went karting and um…now have another op 81 mess of a smau! this is completely unserious and it’s inspired by the nefarious actions i would do to oscar’s biceps. inspired by @dwarvenchords and @hookhausenschips ‘s reblog lol. it’s short but, enjoy, loves xxx.

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yninstagram • february 28th

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oscarpiastri: love…you couldn’t even save this for the close friends stories? you had to post it on main yninstagram: did you like my joke? oscar “jack”ed piastri LOL im so clever oscarpiastri: ijbol 😐 yninstagram: i’d be pressed but ur muscles are distracting me oscarpiastri: u should cmere and give them a kiss :)

lilymhe: he let u tie a bow around his bicep?!!! omfg i have to do this with alex yninstagram: i don’t think alex has enough muscles to meet the requirement for the bow :/

landonorris: he’s such a simp landonorris: i would never let my girlfriend tie a bow on me 🥱 yninstagram: step 1: have a girlfriend

logansargeant: your freak out on twitter had a slight mentally-ill aura yninstagram: shut the fuck up and get on a podium before you talk to me yninstagram: gangly bitch + not funny didn’t laugh + L

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yninstagram • february 28th • in between my boyfriends tiddies ⚑

liked by, oscarpiastri, mclaren, logansargeant, markwebber, and 1,223,458 others

yninstagram: things to do with your boyfriends muscles; listed in the comments below (a huge thanks to the toto user on twt for FINALLY sending me the photo)

tagged oscarpiastri

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yninstagram 1. tie a bow around them (completed)

➥ user thx for sharing the photo

➥ user FUCK! I CAN’T FIND A PIECE OF PAPER TO WRITE THIS ON

yninstagram 2. kiss them (completed)

➥ user awh how cute! going to nap on the interstate rq

➥ user wait for me!

➥ user omg slumberpartyyyyy

yninstagram 3. touch them (completed)

➥ markwebber there’s a time i thought you were a normal girl

➥ yninstagram who told you to think that??

user i know those arms are rock solid 🥴🤤

user i’m the toto user on twitter !!! she did not kill me y’all !!!

➥ user u were flirting with death babes

➥ user i would not have admitted to this under her post

➥ user you should seek witness protection 🙏🏾

yninstagram 4. have him suffocate you with them (he said no)

➥ oscarpiastri WHY DID YOU INCLUDE THIS ONE

➥ logansargeant i think you’re proving the mentally-ill part y/n

➥ yninstagram u sound jealous logan

➥ user personally, i think if you didn’t want her to say that, you shouldn’t have muscles @/oscarpiastri

➥ oscarpiastri oh! yeah! why didn’t i think of that—lemme just take them off rq 😐 WTH

yninstagram 5. wall sex (?)

➥ oscarpiastri i specifically said not to say #4 and #5 in public

➥ user the question mark is SENDING MEEEEE

➥ yninstagram i mean, i can tell you that he didn’t say no to this one 😈 @/user

➥ landonorris i did not want to see this when i opened ig

➥ yninstagram do us all a favor then and delete ur account x

➥ oscarpiastri what she said^

➥ landonorris :o -> :(

yninstagram 6. draw on them (in progress)

➥ user wait this one is actually cute 🤭

➥ oscarpiastri watching the pure concentration on her face is adorable

➥ user omg she’s so 👉🏼👈🏼 coded

➥ oscarpiastri it tickles lol

➥ yninstagram ur moving around too much

➥ yninstagram might have to tie you to the headboard 😏

➥ user and she’s back on her bs

yninstagram 7. watch him flex for you (ongoing indefinitely)

➥ mclaren do we have your permission to post oscar thirst traps now?

➥ yninstagram i’m sure we could work out something mutually beneficial

oscarpiastri • february 28th • my girl’s basement ⚑

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oscarpiastri she knocked out on my chest halfway through drawing on me. didn’t know this was part of the boyfriend job description, felt like there was some false adverting. overall: 12/10 experience, will be doing this again.

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danielricciardo didn’t know where this was going for a sec but fuck you guys are so cute 🥹

➥ oscarpiastri thank you? i guess

➥ user oh to have my relationship praised by danny ric

➥ user girl ur man responds to your texts two days late

➥ user DAMN u didn’t have to air out my business like thatttt

user WHAT DID SHE USE TO DRAW ON YOU OSCAR??? HELP A GIRL OUT

➥ oscarpiastri its liquid eyeliner 🫡

➥ oscarpiastri she used an eyeshadow palette when she wanted to add colors

➥ user why did i never think of that, she’s so smarttttt

user oscar piastri the MAN that u AREEEE

logansargeant so,,,,are we still getting dinner later orrrrr

➥ user LOL

➥ user omg y/n was right logan IS jealous

➥ logansargeant im not jealous !!!!

➥ user 💀

➥ user okayyyy….we believe you LMAOOOOO

➥ oscarpiastri ijbol 😂

➥ logansargeant stop using ijbol it’s not funny

➥ user this will be the only time that i say i agree with logan on something

➥ logansargeant ur literally a fan account FOR ME?? @/user

➥ user yeah man u didn’t have to bring that up 😒

taglist: @saintslewis @cherry2stems @lorarri @inloveallthetime @mindless-rock @biancathecool @barnestatic @my-ylenia @katekipshidze @darleneslane @lovingaphroditesworld @smoothopz @vetteltea @tallrock35 @iloveyou3000morgan @smartstupyd @spideybv28 @loomiscorpse @hiireadstuff

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redriotinggg · 4 months

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Guys. Listen. Guys, LISTEN. I know we have our CEO of SanUso @beanghostprincess who is a talented writer with a big brain but please give her a break! You’re posting so many FANTASTIC ideas in her inbox but she’s just one person!

This ship clearly has more supporters and talented creators than we think, so let’s introduce ourselves! Fill the tag with your own posts about Sanji and Usopp pining, angsting, or being silly! Sign up for the OP Exchange! And if you really want her to see, you can tag Nixie when you’re done. I just think it’s so much more fun for us to share our ideas with everyone in the tags rather than put so much pressure on one person.

BTW: Nixie didn’t ask me to make this post, nor was she aware that I was going to. (In retrospect, I probably should’ve asked beforehand but I felt exhausted on her behalf, let me know if I should delete!)

I’m not trying to be negative in any way, I just would really love to see all of your ideas in the tag!! Everything that’s there inspires me so much, so I want to see all of the other ideas everyone has!

Peace, love, and SanUso 💛💙

#sanuso #usosan #i promise i’m not being a hater y’all i promise #i want the tag for these two to be FLOODED like overflowing #so everyone post your ideas and drawings and aus ans ramblings PLSSSS #i love you all so much big kisses #nixie if u wanna message me pls do!!#one piece #usopp #sanji #red’s ramblings

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simpforsimeon · 2 years

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Child!Yuu part 2 :

And yes this was inspired by two comics of Kaeya turning into a child-

@bucketofforks :

Haha hey op can u tag me when the other parts come out I'm rlly invested in this 🔥🔥🔥

Later, in the teachers meeting room.

On the black board was a white sheet made by Crowley and it showed a plan, even though he didn't want to get involved into the situation -- he still did, as he had a soft spot for the Ramshackle Prefect.

Beginning the meeting, Crowley spoke in a commanding tone while being gentle to not scare the child that was by his side -- they also got clothes that fit the small prefect.

"So.. I've gathered you all here today..." Crowley explained while he put his hand on the child's shoulder in a firm but gentle hold.

"To commence an operation known as 'Give-this-poor-child-all-the-love-they-deserve', for I am so kind, I will initiate this operation to be a successful one!"

And there it is, our beloved deadbeat dad known as Dire Crowley.

Silence... than..

Sam -- being the best big brother figure he is, then said "You know, you guys will be even busier with the little imp in this form, right?"

Then, Vegas, confused, interrupted "Operation what now..?"

Much later, we see the second prince from the Sunset Savanna land, looking at the anxious child known as Yuu with a grumpy and annoyed face but still speaking with a softer voice not to further scare the little herbivore.

Looking down anxiously while folding with the white blouse's sleeve, they heard Leona’s voice "So, you ended up here, huh?"

Not being able to speak because of their shyness, they nodded their little head as their (h/c) bangs bounced a little.

Still annoyed by the fact that he -- now -- has two brats to take care of, the savanaclaw dormwarden sighed and said "I understand that the incompetent headmage is 'busy' but it isn't this a bit *cough* a lot more *cough* irresponsible of him?"

The (h/c) child's hand stopped playing and folding with the blouse sleeve, and took the older male's hand.

Muttering a quick and inaudible "I guess you're still my herbivore even if you are a child right now.." sighing, the tan skinned male than explained to the child. "To be honest, little herbivore, I can't really help in the love department--"

He was cut off by a "Unca Leona!" that belonged to his cheerful nephew, sighing for the at least 100 time, he turned his attention towards the little lion.

"Unca Leona! Can we play--- huh? Who is this, unca?" Asked the small lion boy, and the Ramshackle Prefect's attention went towards Cheka.

Seeing this, the older Kingscholar made a quick plan in his mind.

"Brat, do you remember that magic less herbivore that you met last time you were here?"

At the mention of Mx Yuu, that Cheka has become quite fond of, the younger prince nodded their head rapidly with a big grin appearing on his face.

"Then, do you have a moment?" Confused by his uncle's question, but nonetheless he nodded his head in a 'yes' manner.

"Good." Leona chuckled while replying.

"You see here, brat... this little herbivore here, is your 'Mx Yuu', but, such and such happened and this and that, so your Mx Yuu is now a little brat like you." Explained the grumpy Kingscholar.

"Ohhh." was the only sound made by Cheka, then the long haired dormwarden asked a favour of his little annoying nephew. "Maybe, you can show them a good time, don't you agree, brat?"

This made the brown-eyed boy to jump in joy and hug the Prefect-turned-into-a-child, while exclaiming. "YEAH! Today I'm big bro Cheka!" While laughing, as his little tail wiggled.

A little surprised by the red and yellow haired boy's action, the (h/c) stumbled back a little but still hugged the younger Kingscholar.

Going under a tree, Leona watched the two run in the direction of his room as he knows that Cheka will get his color supplies and fairytale stories book along with paper.

Smiling a little under his bangs, Leona whispered. "Maybe... I really should reconsider visiting home more often.." but quickly shook these thoughts out of his mind, and went back to sleep.

The two arrived into Leona’s room, as Cheka quickly took his supplies and book and they again run off to where Leona rested.

The two quietly read the fairytale book, while staying close to Leona, after a while they got bored, and started playing with the flowers and Cheka showed a cactus to Yuu, while shouting their name which scared the Ramshackle student.

After that, to calm the other child, Cheka suggested to color and draw! This suggestion made the Prefect brighten up and both quickly started to draw.

A little while later, we see Cheka show little Yuu a drawing a them, Leona and Cheka, which made Yuu pause for a second and start laughing.

#twisted wonderland #yuu twisted wonderland #disney twst #dire crowley #twst leona #leona kingscholar #twst crowley #twst cheka #twst sam #twst x reader #twst x you #twst x mc #twst x yuu #twst x y/n

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samuraisharkie · 1 month

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that virtualtoybox person literally told me they aren’t reading what I said and then tried to talk to me w about as much in their tags lol. i never understand people that go ‘I’m not reading all of that but you should read what I have to say” bc like. imagine how infuriated ur gonna get when that response is leveled right back at you? and judging by their tags they didn’t read past my very first line. bc they started comparing animals and animal rights to eugenics which is EXACTLY what I was saying is extremely dangerous to do. That’s exactly how people start calling things that happen to animals a ‘Holocaust’ and I’m positive such a statement is made in that book they told me to read. I’m disabled too. I know what I’m talking fucking about too. In the animal section, I for SURE know more than you do! Because if you knew and truly cared about animals and their welfare, you wouldn’t be talking like PETA. Here’s a trick to other disability activists: learn about animal welfare by volunteering on farms and educating yourself on breeders and the industry rather than getting involved in PETA! And another critical trick: NEVER compare animals to people! That’s exactly what the freaks that think any living thing with a deformity that should die are doing. These people would clutch their pearls the moment they hear farms cull undesirable animals bc they can’t afford to keep every single one and have to streamline their breeding and raising to what will help keep the farm running. That doesn’t mean these farmers want to do the same to people, because the animal is NOT a person and doesn’t live like one. Our lives are not even remotely comparable! People like OP are the people that keep a wild bird with an amputated wing alive bc in their mind it would be insinuating all amputees should die if the bird is put down, and next thing the bird is on the Dodo as inspiration porn. Duex Face is an exception to two headed animals, not the rule. Don’t tell me to do my research when you’re spouting talking points from people that have caused more problems for animals as a whole second only to the commercialization of animal industry. Maybe you need some research (field research) instead! They’re going to block me and I’m assuming that’s why I can’t rb the post anymore even if I wanted to (like I said I didn’t want to start a fight so like. I’m not going to be yelling and acting like an asshole. I swore a bit in the tags initially bc I feel very strongly about how animal rights activists have fucked up disability activism by acting like there’s equivalency in our existences, but that’s not targeted. Most was going to respond telling them that if they feel this strongly they need to be reading more about the animal industry rather than relying on people that are in no way experts on animals talking as an authority on them, and using that to tie with their human rights activism as if animals rights and humans rights are even remotely the same in any way. Whatever though at least the tags are there if anyone who cares enough actually reads them and thinks about them. Will most likely just attract militant vegans and ARAs like the op but whatever)

#ableism tw #why are people caring more about animal rights than human rights. acting like an animal has the same existence a human does #why aren’t we instead pointing and making books about the HUMAN eugenics happening right in front of our eyes.#why do we have to talk through fantasized anthropromorphized animals #why do you people have to imagine an animal feels like you do in order for people to care.#to an extent I’m sure there is a level to which you can say ‘yeah this person is ableist’ judging by how they talk about outside subjects #and I agree that the people who want Deux Face put down are ignorant and a few likely are ableist #but treating it like there is ZERO NUANCE and that every person who holds concern for whether the animal is suffering or not is ableist #is ignorant and harmful #this situation is way way more than what op made it out to be and you can already see in the replies how ARAs have latched onto it #to get on their soapbox and declare that anyone that treats animals as anything less than human are ableist eugenists #(while simultaneously disrespecting people that are actually living through those situations aka comparing animal culling to a Holocaust.)#it doesn’t matter if you’re part of the demographic that’s being harmed and you have no problem with it you don’t speak for all of us #and despite being an activist you CAN be misinformed and fueled by bias!#if animals are fur babies with human emotions to you than of course you will prefer the ‘beast of burden’ argument #I’ll check that book out honestly. would be good to know how to refute what OP built their beliefs off of

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jwirecs · 3 months

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Hiiii Jwi!! U remember me?

Some time ago I asked you to help me find a hybrid fic! And an awesome person Tell us it was on AO3. Well it disappeared again hahaha

Butttt I’m not here for that one in particular, may I ask you to help me with another one?

It’s hybrid au too. I remember the name, it’s Heartbeat, it’s an ot7 x hybrid reader 🥹 it’s inspired in the song of BTS world soundtrack 😮‍💨 remember it was like one chapter only buuuuuut extra long like 25k 🥹

Plus, U r amazing I’m always reading your recs!! Do you write too? 🫶🏻🥹 if not you should 🤩💖 thanks 💖💖💖

helloo!!

op, lets hope this fic doesnt disappear!

would you happen to remember any parts or details of the fic that stuck out to you? im not having much luck trying to find this fic sadly. was it like a tumblr fic or an ao3 fic?

i unfortunately do not write fics, i only rec them. (my creativity mind can only stretch so far)

EDIT: fic has been found. its "Heartbeat" by @minniepetals! (thank you @/qandissa for helping us find the fic! ps, i cant seem to tag you in this...)

#bts scenarios #bts: asks #karlalands #replies #bts hybrid au

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goldenandhappy · 8 months

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Fic Stats Tag Game

*Slowly coming back from the dead and relearning to socially interact *

I was tagged by no less that 3 amazing people for this game and I'm both flattered and greatful y'all tought of me ❤️

@katia-anyway, @chenziee, @cosmicatta, I shall deliver ❤️

Rules:

Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, most kudos, most comments, most bookmarks, most words, and least words.

Most hits: Memories from last night (4,546 hits): Lulaw smut and fluff. I'm really proud of that one. I wrote it all in one sitting. My first smut fic. I'm really glad people are still reading and enjoying it ❤️

Most kudos: Still Memories from last night with 288 kudos, rules of numbers and all.

Most comment threads: That's gotta be Ashes to dust ❤️❤️❤️❤️ With 15 comment threads, I'm so so so greatful for this one. I didn't think people would love it that much with all the warnings attached. I still have it all planned, but my creative juices are drying up these days. I will finish it tho. One day. Just wait for me. I'll get there.

Most bookmarks: Memories from last night again (70 bookmarks)

Most words: Memories from last night, again. (9,768 words) That one is funny coz i published the piece, didn't like the second chapter that much, so i added another 3k words on AO3 directly.

Least words: Parental love is a silent bliss (1166 words). This one is my very very first fic. It was inspired by a fic called A New Calm by @theegirlwonder. I loved the idea so much i HAD to write a spinoff. I should give it another chapter. There is a serious lack of Dad!Law in the OP community.

Thank you all for tagging me ❤️ My tag goes toooo: @swampstew, @purplehairedwonder, @quackquackcey

#gigi.answers #lawlu fanfic #lulaw fanfic #trafalgar law #monkey d luffy #one piece fanfiction

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letitrainathousandflames · 11 months

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Death Scars Pt 1 [Waxer]

inspired by this request for Waxer alive with the scars of what killed him in canon

Rating: T

Word count: 2.5 K

Summary: After waking up from the medical care that had saved his life, Waxer meets Kix and they both discuss the tragedy of Umbara

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, canon-typical violence, umbara arc, survivor's guilt, pong krell mentioned, canon-typical death in flashbacks, ask to tag

“It’s gonna scar.”

“Which one?”

Waxer stared at the uneven circular burns on his stomach, the scabs within their core fresh and deep red rimmed by a sickening orangish-yellow shade that would lighten to a shade a couple hues lighter than his own skin closer to the very edge of the wounds. Jagged lines of protruding scar tissue crossed horizontally by narrow stitches stretched from the burns, some shorter enough not to need the stitches but just as stark as the larger ones.

He then ghosted a finger over the linear path embedded in his lower right stomach, feeling the rows of stitches keeping the incision shut. It didn’t look nearly as bad as the blaster bolts, but it was drawn in the same blemished tone as them, becoming darker close to the very center of the sunken line.

Kix blew out a sigh, looking up at him. The medic looked like shit, and if you told him that he would most likely take it as a compliment, his vanity gone after the first forty-eight hours of this damned mission and forgotten for good at this point. His eyes were red-rimmed and weary, the bags under them paired with the unshaven facial hair of the past days darkening his features making him look much older than his ten years – a nat-born’s twenty.

“All of them.” Kix said wearily with a shrug. “We ran out of bacta in the field as soon as I was done fixing you up enough for an op, so by the time we got access to these bacta tanks, the wounds had been open for too long. At least is healed enough that we don’t have to worry about avoiding infection. You should still keep it clean and avoid any friction on the area – trust me when I say you do not want to end up ripping these scabs off by accident.”

Waxer nodded, fingers still skimming the partially healed wounds. When Rex had spoken to him in the battlefield, he thought he was a goner. The pain of being shot at near point-blank range had been so intense his own blaster had fallen off his grip.

He had thought of little Numa, the kid he’d grown so attached to and would most likely never see again. He thought of his plans for after the war – because the only way to keep pushing through the nightmare of their lives was to keep your head up and believe in an after, believe in a future that would make it all worth it. He thought of Boil, and realized that if he had to die, he’d rather die not knowing whether he, too – his brother, his best friend – had perished in there with so many others, another victim of their own fellow clone’s blaster fire.

Even now, he didn’t dare ask. He couldn’t find in himself the strength to ask Kix whether his second-in-command had survived the massacre.

Kix patted him lightly on the knee, bringing him back to the present. To the bright white walls and the smell of disinfectant and cleanliness that would always end up reminding any clone of Kamino.

“This is the Umbaran base’s medical facility.” Kix supplied him, the medic’s eyes darting around the place before settling back on his while Waxer’s feet dangled awkwardly from where he sat at the edge of his gourney. “The equipment here is good. I was lucky to be able to continue your care here. Stars know the first aid out there in the dirt is as far from what I call ‘ideal conditions’ as possible.”

Waxer huffed a sound through his nose that he hoped would sound like a laugh. He knew the routine too well – a medic making light of a situation that most likely had been horrifying and burdensome to him in order to make his patient feel better about the whole ordeal. Hopefully to make himself feel better, too.

Which reminds him…

“Did you… did you save me?”

Kix’s eyes shift away from him, his feet shuffling a half-step back from Waxer’s personal space, the medic reaching for a datapad resting on a small table by his bedside.

“Your unity’s medics were busy patching up the other men.”

“Shouldn’t you be patching up your own?”

Kix shrugged, seemingly too interested in the charts on his datapad’s screen, wetting his lips and setting his jaw. His entire frame had shifted from a relatively relaxed posture to a tense, almost awkward one.

“You know how basic medic protocol goes. The ones screaming have enough strength in them to scream, they can wait. The quiet ones – the unresponsive ones, those are the ones in need of urgent care.”

“Or abandonment.”

The word sat heavily between the two of them, and Kix continued to stubbornly pretend to read a chart that didn’t have more than a dozen words in it. Waxer was having none of it, pressing on:

“I had at least two fatal wounds the moment I dropped, from what I could gather in that mess. I heard about you, Kix. You’re a kriffing good medic from the five-oh-first, which is led by one of the most reckless generals in the army – General Kenobi’s words, not mine. You are experienced enough to know when a man is worth saving and when he’s nothing but a waste of stim and bacta that will bleed out to death before you can do anything to save him. And you must’ve known, from your first glance at the holes in my armor, that I wasn’t gonna make it.”

Kix traces the words on his datapad’s screen with a fingernail as if he’s a cadet still learning to read basic. Waxer watches the lump in his throat bob up and down as the other man swallows thickly.

“Like you said, I’m a kriffing good medic. I knew I could fix you.”

Waxer took a moment to draw in a deep breath and keep his temper in check. He’d started having less and less patience for people trying to banthashit him the more he’d hung around with Boil.

“Fine.” He snapped, stepping down from the gurney and taking a moment to assess his balance; He was still a tad woozy from the bacta, and he blinked a couple of times to clear his head “Can you give me a sitrep? I need to get back to my troops.”

That got Kix to look up from the datapad and finally look at him in the eye.

“You are in no shape for combat, lieutenant.”

“That’s up for me to judge. Where’s my gear?”

Kix grabbed Waxer by his elbow, stopping him in his tracks.

“We’ve taken over the capital city! Everything is under control! Our biggest problem now is patching up the wounded and keeping shinies from shooting themselves after having this shitshow as their first incursion! Our- The general they sent to lead us in Skywalker’s stead is in a kriffing containment cell because he is a traitor!”

Waxer turned to face Kix, watching the medic’s shoulders rise and fall with his breathing, his jaw tensed and his teeth bared as he continued:

“He is the one who sent your men the intel that the Umbarans were wearing our armor, and he told us that your men were Umbarans wearing their armor! He wanted us to kill each other, he was kriffing laughing about it when we confronted him-”

Waxer’s eyes widened in horror as he remembered that last glimpse he had before being shot – a man he’d just killed, wearing 501st blue, their helmet being partially knocked off his head as he fell, exposing brown skin and an all-too-familiar jawline.

In the chaos, one of his men had nearly tripped over the corpse, shoving the helmet further away and revealing a clone’s face underneath it, painfully young, open-eyed and dead. Killed by a brother’s hand. By Waxer's.

The moment his gaze locked with the clone’s glassy stare, two blaster shots burned through his armor, sending a vivid spark of molten heat to his lower stomach. His legs had crumpled underneath it, and he thought he’d heard a clone’s voice screaming somewhere in the distance.

They’re clones! We’re all clones! Hold your fire! They’re clones!

The armored man closest to him had lowered his smoking blaster, nearly tripping in his haste to kneel by his side. His helmet clattered to the muddy ground before his hands quickly shot down to pry Waxer’s own helmet off, the cold atmosphere of the Umbaran permanent night meeting his sweat-dampened face as he looked up to the clone medic of the 501st, Kix.

Kix had reached for his medpack, retrieving a stim from it and unceremoniously stabbing it into Waxer’s neck as he yelled out his Captain’s name.

“Rex! Rex, lieutenant Waxer is still alive!”

Waxer’s eyes had stung with tears as he kept hearing clone voices all around him, some screaming, others crying. He had ordered his men to gun down every creature dressed in 501st blue clone armor, as an act of revenge for their brothers... and it had been his very brothers that they had shot instead.

And now Waxer knew how that had come to happen.

Waxer looked at Kix in utter bewilderment, eyes wide and mouth dropping open as he tried and failed to understand it. A traitor general. A clone-killing jedi. How could this be?

Kix stared back at him, something deeply wounded in his gaze. Waxer shook his head, running a hand over his shaven scalp, a scalding fury climbing its way from his chest and up his throat.

“Where is he? We have to kill that kriffing-”

“He’s in a containment cell.” Kix held his hands up placatingly “One of our youngest troopers – Tup, he managed to lure him into a trap, and we stunned him. Rex is on his way to interrogate him now.”

Waxer nodded slowly, and Kix went over to a desk close to the gurney Waxer had been resting on, returning with a bundle of black cloth in his hand, offering it to the lieutenant. Waxer took his blacks wordlessly, shoving his head and arms in it and carefully pulling it over his scarred torso. His eyes must’ve been blazing with the same rage that scorched his insides, and he noticed the way Kix lowered his gaze at it.

His demeanor softened some, as did his voice as he spoke reassuringly to the medic:

“It’s not you I’m mad at, Kix.”

Kix scoffed, flashing his tongue over his lips, brows knitting together.

“You should be. I was the one who shot you.”

Waxer shut his eyes for a small moment, bringing his hand to his stomach. Even the slightest friction from the synthweave fabric as he breathed was making him wince.

“I know. I saw it. And I saw your face, after, when you- Yeah.”

Kix gritted his teeth, looking back at him. His eyes had a sheen of moisture, and Kix kept stubbornly blinking at it.

“I was so fucking proud. When I saw your armor, with that- that little green twi’lek kid painted on it, I thought, ‘this bastard killed 212th’s Waxer. Probably left his body for one of those kriffin’ reavers to gnaw at like the men we lost before’. And I wanted to make it hurt. I wanted that Umbaran incapacitated, but I wanted him to die slowly, so I aimed-”

Waxer let him speak. He knew the medic needed it, and he, too, needed to hear it. Needed to know the other man’s pain. Kix’s following words came in a frighteningly cold tone:

“Two blasts to the stomach, where the armor plates are thinner for mobility. At the right height, to make sure at least one major organ was permanently unsalvageable, and to hopefully cut clean through their spine on the blast’s way out. I took aim, I fired. But he- you-”

“I moved.” Waxer supplied quietly, and Kix nodded a couple of times

“Yeah. So the aim- it got compromised, and I hit your spleen and kidney instead. The second bolt grazed your intestines too, and… And when Rex screamed that you were clones, all that adrenaline, all that excitement, that victorious feeling, I just-” a sharp pant hissed through Kix’s teeth “I’ve seen so much shit, Waxer, had so many brothers die under my hands and I just push through because this is the job, this is how it goes, and I’m used to seeing them die but…”

“But never from your own blasts.”

Waxer finished it for him, and Kix let out a pained gasp, the tears finally spilling down the rim of his lashes before he screamed out, throwing the datapad across the room like a trooper would do a grenade. The thing banged loudly against the wall, letting a dented chip in the stark material, clattering to the floor with its cracked screen blinking some, its images glitching.

“I- we did everything right!” Kix gritted out, more tears running down his cheeks “We were outnumbered, their tech’s better, they have kriffing bioweapons, but we pushed through and we did the job, and that- that demagolka was toying with us all along!”

Waxer walked up to Kix, one hand grabbing at his nape, the other yanking him by the arm until he had the medic held tightly in a hug. Kix’s entire body was stiff with tension and trembling with rage, and Waxer held him in a durasteel grip.

“I’m sorry.” He uttered quietly.

“He… he made us shoot you!” Kix’s screaming subsided to breathless sobbing, the words being punched out of him with each shallow breath “He sent us in small squads to die, a-and then he sent us off to shoot you! Our own brothers, our-”

“I know.” Waxer rubbed his thumb at the back of Kix’s head where he held him by the nape “I know now. And I’m so kriffing sorry, vod.”

Kix’s entire body was shaking with the strength of his sobs, his cheek wet against Waxer’s own.

“I sh- I shot so many of ‘em, Waxer. So many before I got to you, and they are dead now and I… I…”

“Wasn’t your fault.” Waxer said firmly, shaking Kix some for good measure “None of yours. It wasn’t. You hear me? It wasn’t your fault, vod.”

Waxer could no longer understand Kix’s words at that point, mumbled apologies and pleas for forgiveness, for none of it to have ever happened, for this nightmare to end already. Once Kix’s frantic panting had slowed down some, Waxer pulled back enough to press his forehead to Kix in a keldabe.

“You did all you could. And you saved my life. I will forever be grateful for it, Kix.” He pulled back, letting go of Kix and forcing his own face into a smile as much as he could manage “Now, let me go round up my medics so that they can cover for your while you take a breather, okay?”

Kix shook his head, wiping at his eyes and swallowing down thickly, clearing his throat.

“No, I have to get back to work. Need to do some checkups on the survivors, have to see if there was progress with the-”

Waxer placed a hand on Kix’s shoulder, shaking his head.

“Five minutes. Take at least five minutes, and then you get back to it. I got this.”

After a long moment, Kix nodded.

“Five. Not one minute more.”

“Medics.” Waxer grinned, walking towards the medbay’s door. “You’re all the same, aren’t you?”

“That’s four and fifty-three seconds now.”

They both laughed, because they had to pretend they still could. And they both took a breath and told themselves they could still get back on their feet after this, because they had to pretend they could.

#umbara arc #clone medic kix #lieutenant waxer #tcw #the clone wars #my fics #ooohhh look at that! a fic that is neither E (18+) or reader-centric!#i didn't know I could still make those!

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whimsigothigal · 3 months

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Hey there, sorry to bother, but I thought you should know-- one of the posts you reblogged is 'thinspo', which is a type of post that exists to 'inspire' someone to eat very minimally to achieve a specific look, and encourages specific eating disorders. You can affirm this by going to OP's blog, looking at their other posts and the acronyms they use in their about section, where 'ugw' means 'ultimate goal weight' and 'cw' means 'current weight.' If this is what you intended, then I understand, but if you intend to post more, I would like to know so I can I follow for my own wellness. This is the post. https (://) www (.) Tumblr (.) com/cyberspaceworld/740205615720333312?source=share

Hi. I couldn’t see the tags until I clicked on the original post. I only reblogged because I saw a glowy fairy aesthetic dress without looking much into it. Thanks for letting me know, I’ve deleted the reblog now:)🤍

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Hey. Hi. Hello. I wish you the best of days. And I want to tell you that I am currently feeling Emotions™️ over your art. Just one question. What the fuck?/pos

All of your characters are hot af and give me gender envy. Like, I KNEW that I was atracted to men, but FUCK did you just tick all the boxes of my type and my gender at the same time.

I tip my hat to you, op, greatest of artists. Fucking hell. Great job, amazing art, everyone should see it. I am now going to reblog every Single one of the comic pages for the philharmonic au.

Lovely night to you!

Howdy! Hiya! Heyo!

I’d like to inform you that you’ve made my entire week XD! I’m so happy that you're enjoying my little story, and I cannot describe to you how much joy it gives me that someone would consider my designs handsome, let alone inspire gender envy! I myself must constantly decipher the line between wanting to be with characters, or simply wanting to be them.

I love seeing the tags everyone leaves when they reblog one of my posts, and I'm very flattered and thankful that I could spread a little happiness with my silly gay comics and doodles! I cannot say I am anywhere near the greatest of artists at present, but I’ll do my very best to be deserving of that title!

Have a most meretricious night, Eerie. As thanks for saying hello and reading up to now, I leave you with a little doodle of our two handsome lads that are oh-so-Gender™️.

Bofur and Thorin, a ray of sunshine and strip of shadow, respectively.

#froje’s ask box #thorin and company #the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #the hobbit bofur #fanart #the hobbit philharmonic au

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themisfitthrone · 2 years

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Blanket Permissions: what they are and why should you should add one

I am stealing from this very helpful twitter thread by my favorite podficcer @flowerparrish and joining the crusade.

The website in the last tweet is truly incredible. https://www.fpslist.org/ is a database that, as stated above, links to permission statements of various fan creators. If you're someone interested in creating podfics or fan art of written works, knowing who allows these transformative works ahead of time gives you a leg up.

But what exactly is a blanket statement?

Blanket or policy statements about a creator's fanworks are often found in the user profile of their ao3 page/social media account, at an "about" or FAQ page of their website or in a pinned post on twitter/tumblr/journal/etc.

Okay, but why should I include them on my ao3/tumblr/twitter/fanfic.net/etc.? you might ask.

Well, for one, if you're open to receiving these lovely little gifts (pod fics, fan arts)... It makes it so much easier for you to receive them! Instead of folks having to constantly ask for the permission, they can make something to show their appreciation for you and your work!

Okay but I want more information.

Great! Here's a few resources for you!

This lovely resource on Fanlore covers what blanket statements are, the various types of works you might like to specifically allow, and more!

This resource on Fanlore specifically dives into blanket permissions for podfics

@spiritthatdenies made a helpful post here about this already, but I am just continuing the crusade because I know I've never seen it on my dash!

What I like about that last resource is that the OP delves into some reasons that it's easier to include these statements. It takes away some of the anxiety and is more time-effective.

And remember! You don't have to say yes to everything. I have seen a whole range of blanket permissions since starting my (so far) brief journey into podficcing. I have seen statements that:

Specifically state that locked fics cannot be used

Specifically state that locked fics must be requested

Ask to always be given a link to the work after it is done

Specifically state that certain fandoms cannot be used/must be requested

Specifically ask that you do not re-pod anything already podded

So, seriously, your blanket statement can be anything!

Okay, so I added the blanket statement. But how will people know?

Well the best way is by submitting to the FPS archive I linked! Here is the page that has details on just how to do that. You can insert a link into the Google Sheet above, or register on the site and use the My Authors page.

Plus, there's a super wonderful extension I have downloaded that allows you to specifically view who has blanket permissions on ao3! It highlights those authors for you.

I will often check a creator's profile just to see if maybe they have a blanket permission but just aren't on the archive yet. It is rarely the case but I am hopeful nonetheless!

A final little resource, this one specifically for folks creating podfics, but that I think might ease the minds of folks worried about their works not being properly linked to: This browser extension is a podfic posting helper. Basically, it does all of the heavy lifting for you. It adds all the tags, content warnings, ships, you name it. It makes sure you have filled out the transformative works section correctly. It ensures that everything is exactly the way you need to it be (and you can customize it as well).

So... hopefully that covers it! I'm personally tagging just... a lot of fandoms here in hopes this reaches enough corners of the internet and gets reblogged enough that folks begin to add more blanket permission statements!

If you'd like a simple statement to post, feel free to copy this one down:

I give blanket permission for anyone to podfic, remix, or otherwise create derivative works of my fics! All I ask is that you link back to my work as the inspiration. If you would like to additionally link me to the finished work, especially if it is not posted to ao3, please send it along.

That one is the one I have on my ao3!

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OP Rarepair Month 2023: Week Five ~ Free

just posted the first chapter of my last story for the OP Rarepair Month 2023 event!! i fully intended for this to be a oneshot, but i absorbed too much inspiration, so now there are two other chapters in the works. should be able to get them out relatively soon!

title: all bark and no bite rating: T content warnings: none! relationship: rosinante/crocodile additional tags: fluff and humor, alternate universe - modern setting, boarding kennel au?, suspicions, fake/pretend relationship, undercover missions, sexuality crisis, first dates, trust issues, light angst, drunken shenanigans, awkward tension, awkward dates, first kiss

sample below! :D

The office door behind him rattled and Bell-mère showed face. “Hey. How’d it go?”

Rosinante kept his thoughts to himself for a moment. Rested a hand over his mouth in contemplation, before he glanced to the shorter woman and shuffled closer. “I have to personally babysit a crime lord’s dog. For a week.”

The manager produced an airy scoff, “What?”

“Friday, he’s dropping off Friday, and he’ll be back—”

“No, that’s, I don’t care about that.” She waved a hand, the other perched on her hip. “Crime lord?”

“Well, yeah. You saw the guy, right?”

“So, you’re judging this dude solely on appearances.”

“Here, look.” Rosinante ushered her towards the front counter. Grabbed the paperwork he printed before the visit. Vet documents, although there was some personal information available to mine. “Look at this. Billed to Sir Crocodile. That’s, that’s not a name! That’s a fake name, who the hell names their kid Sir Crocodile?”

“Isn’t your brother named Doflamingo?”

“That’s—completely different, that’s a cultural thing. Sir Crocodile, Bell-mère, that’s the name of a, a mafioso!”

“And why would you know that? Unless you’re in cahoots with the mafia?”

“No, I’m—” With potent exasperation, Rosinante slapped the pages on the shiny countertop and stared at the manager. “Can you be serious with me for five seconds?”

“Look, Rosi, you’re making a big deal about nothing.” She motioned to the paperwork. “Even if he’s the country’s top fucking shitbag, it doesn’t matter. We’re not here to put people in cuffs. We’re running a dog boarding facility. He has a dog. That’s all that matters.”

“Bell-mère, he could have blood on his hands. If we can get this guy arrested or—”

“Then what?” She entertained with a raised brow, “You’ll feel like a hero? They’ll put your name in the paper?”

“This isn’t about me.” He emphasized, “I have him in a very vulnerable position. I have his phone number, I have his address.” He slapped the pages, “We might be able to save a lot of lives here. This isn’t about the dogs.”

“Your job description is dogs.” Bell-mère reminded him. “We’re not marines anymore, Rosinante.”

“So? I can still help the world become a better place, right?” The hope didn’t leave his voice or his posture, gesticulating with vivid frustration, “What, you want me to just sit on my ass, complacent as ever, letting this underworld jackass take advantage of our lovely services?”

Bell-mère paused a moment to absorb the passion of his spiel. “Yes.”

“Well…” Raking fingers through his hair, Rosinante hunched over the counter again, futzing with the register. “I won’t. I’m not going to stand for it. I’ll figure him out. You can’t…unlearn an old dog…old tricks.”

Chewing on her bottom lip, his manager considered him evenly. “Happy about that one?”

“It’s, it’s a work in progress.”

“Right. Well, I suggest dropping it, because crime lord or not, he’ll probably bring in the big bucks. And we could use that kind of green, yeah?”

With an annoyed sigh, Rosinante rubbed at a temple. “Don’t you have some dogs to take out?”

thank you for hosting this, @oprarepairmonth!!

entry for week one can be found here :) entry for week two can be found here :D entry for week three can be found here :P entry for week four can be found here :3

#oprarepair2023 #one piece fanfiction #donquixote rosinante #one piece corazon #sir crocodile #one piece crocodile #bell mère #bellemere #crocorosi #crocodile x rosinante #crocodile x corazon #genwrites

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WIP Weekend

I caught up on Shadow & Bone and finished Witcher season 3 this weekend, which gave me so much renewed inspiration, and I got lots of words in! So I want to share a bit, as I've been quiet so much lately. Steadily closing in on the end of this fic ❤️

@thebookworm0001 @thegoblinwitchqueen @beastofmoss and anyone who sees this, if you have something you want to share please consider yourself tagged! 🥰

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Then Bull's smirk dropped, and so too did her stomach. "Listen...something you should know, as an op-sec thing. Me being in Orlais, at Halamshiral, there's a possibility of one of my old clients being there."

From the way Bull said the word, Ellawyn knew he didn't mean a client from his mercenary jobs.

Her gut went cold. "How much of a chance?"

"Slim, but not impossible. I'm having Josephine check the guest list. Some of them were nobles with minor holdings, or third in line to some title or another. But you know how these things change. And it's been a few years."

Ellawyn nodded, numb and stiff, retreating automatically to the protective front of the detached, professional Inquisitor. She was just receiving an operational security report from one of her agents – that was all this was. "Did they know you were Ben-Hassrath?"

"A couple. They might've told others, though."

Nausea and an accompanying self loathing rose in the back of her throat. Who else did you share the truth of yourself with, Bull?

Just as quickly, she shoved that doubt back down. She knew the answer. She wasn't jealous of ghosts.

But he answered the question as if she'd actually asked it. "We traded secrets for favors at the time. Didn't think it'd come back to bite me in the ass – never planned I'd be there long." He shrugged. "'Course, they wouldn't know I'm Tal-Vashoth now. I don't see how it could hurt us in the negotiations, but this shit is complex. Best not to leave it to chance. Maybe we can even use it."

"How many were there, in total?" She struggled keeping emotion out of her voice.

"Maybe fifteen? Over the course of, what, three years? Something like that. Didn't keep records. It was pretty informal, nobody wanted anything traced back to 'em. Mostly short term, couple months, one or two longer than that. I ended everything on decent terms when I left. Shouldn't be anyone out there with a personal axe to grind as far as I'm aware. But hey, never good to trust ambitious nobles to keep their noses out of other people's business."

He rattled this off coolly, just giving an intelligence report as he'd likely done a thousand times, but Ellawyn was having a hard time concentrating on the details. Belatedly she nodded, knowing she was frowning and not able to meet his eye, but hoping he would assume she was trying to work out a plan.

"I might not recognize them with the masks, but they'd sure as shit recognize me, so they'll have the advantage on us. And nobody likes that. So I wanted to give you the heads-up." He tilted his horns, examining her closely-guarded reaction like he could read the thoughts behind them. He probably could. "Don't want rumors to fly before we have a chance to contain them, is all."

"Thanks," she said, trying for casual, feeling how tight her voice was but unable to stop it. "I'll have Leliana, or – or maybe Josie get ahead of it."

Bull shrugged. "Already on it. I think Red will have things well in hand. I'm meeting with her and Viv later to discuss how to mitigate any issues. Maybe we can even spin this to our advantage, who knows. I just wanted you to hear it from me." He paused and peered at her a little closer. "You good?"

What could she say? She could barely open her mouth for fear of being sick, but she couldn't lie around him. "I'm...slightly south of good, but it's not anything you need to concern yourself with."

"Is it this?" He jerked his thumb behind him toward the room they'd just left. Then his eye narrowed. "Or what I said to Viv? Because–"

"No," she said quickly. "It's not that at all."

He peered at her. Read her. He'd told her she wasn't great at bald-faced lies, but she hadn't been lying.

"That wasn't serious, back there."

"I know."

"You jealous, El?" He crossed his arms, eyebrows at an incredulous height, a slight amused smirk on his lips.

"No." She let out a small breath. "I don't care about Madame de Fer. Honestly, I don't know how to feel about this. I'm...closer to being intimidated."

"By Viv?"

"By being surrounded by your past," Ellawyn admitted with a breath. "It doesn't bother me. But the thought of people whispering behind their masks about you. What they'll think or assume when they see us together. Knowing who you are, knowing more about you than I do–"

"They don't," he cut in firmly. "They only know what I show 'em. And they'll only know what you show them, too."

#my writing #i could not figure out what excerpt to use! but i like this scene and it's a long time coming #also do people generally understand what op-sec means? idk #wip weekend

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acapelladitty · 2 years

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Gonna ramble about fandom for a bit below the cut because I'm thinking thoughts.

One thing I genuinely miss about fandom is the sense of community and fun correspondence between folks who put out fanworks and those who consume them.

I've had many folk find a fic, like it, reblog it without any tags, and then immediately ask for a different prompt. Which is great tbh, and fuck knows that having someone actually reblog something in these stingy times is a miracle in itself, but there's something quite clinical about the whole process. Like, obviously they've enjoyed it enough to reblog and ask for more but it still leaves me a little cold because I have no idea what they actually liked about it and how I can keep that in mind for the future.

^ These were my last two published fics and I'm truly thankful that so many people have enjoyed them enough to like and/or reblog them. However, even if we ignore the grim like to reblog ratio, the overwhelming majority of those reblogs are blank. They're fully devoid of any kind of interaction or critique which shows how people are regarding the works which they're consuming.

If I like a piece of fanwork, then I'll usually like it, reblog it with complimentary tags, and then sent the work to the OP with another comment (usually along the lines of "OP this is incredible! Thanks for sharing and kudos on the skill!" just because I liked it that much. And I think that stems from how much I crave community and I know I'm not the only one because I DO have some small communities like that, they're just much much rarer than they should be.

Blank consumption of all fanworks, be it art, writing, audio, edits etc has led to a decay in relationships and it can make fandom, a place built on people sharing a common love for a specific property, a very lonely place indeed. We live in a consumer age and fandom has also fallen victim to that due to the volume of available works and the rapid ways in which they can be interacted with and moved on from.

If i'm totally honest, I don't think fandom will ever go back to being relationship driven and that's okay, if maybe a little sad, because that's the way that everything is going these days where all things seem to be much more vapid and alogrithm based.

Fandom will always exist because people will always find inspiration and joy in the things they love, but it just won't ever be as rich as it could be.

#i know most of the creators that i speak to have a similar vein of thought #its just a bit sad to know it could be better #however its not specifically a fandom issue so i dont see it ever improving #fandom #writing

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ntzsche9 · 9 months

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Writer Q&A Tag Game

thank you for the tag, @digital-chance. I love how this one forces you to look at your own work in such a positive way.

1. What motivates you to write?

Some of my characters are ANCIENT. Even when I went 5+ years without writing, they're still there, and I miss them. Daydreaming about stories and scenarios is my favorite hobby, especially during my work commute.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

From Ch 9(ish) of my Unnamed Nuka-World Fic:

From the corner of his eye, Luvell saw the Sunshine Tidings Co-op settlers jump and cheer, pumping their arms into the air. He couldn't hear them from the cataclysmic roar of the blast, but the rapture of revenge was clear on their faces. No one must be watching the settlement, with how many people were suddenly collected on the ridge. Even this far away, they could feel the sound and the heat threatening to bowl them over. He could hardly stare at the blast for more than a few seconds, and the people around him that didn't think to bring sunglasses dipped their hats and shielded their eyes. He had expected to be cheering, too, or at least relishing a deep satisfaction at finally striking back. Finally making someone pay for taking Lafayette from them. Instead, something inside him felt disquieted and out of place. This was too much. Too much like them. It wouldn't end here, it only raised the stakes. Things would get worse after this. Luvell glanced back at his parents, their faces brightly lit from the blast. Dave squinted behind his glasses, brows furrowed, still frowning. Gabe had tugged his goggles down over his eyes, and as the light made his tawny skin glow warm and golden, a toothy grin began to creep across his face. He watched the destruction with a growing smugness, a hand reaching up to squeeze Dave's shoulder. "He's gonna fuckin' haaate thiiis!" he relished happily when the world finally started to go quiet again.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

I should say my main boy Lafayette, because whew I love putting him through things, but it's his lunatic little ex-boyfriend Mateo that delights me the most. He's hot in a way that is absolutely unhelpful to everyone, lowkey a nerd about plants, loves making lil spooky crafts, and will undoubtable one day run a death cult. Every time I write him, he does something so ridiculous and over-reactive that I didn't predict and its always fun.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

When the juices are flowing, and you're almost passively watching the things happen in your head and just recording what is being said and done, and the characters are in control. Especially when they surprise you by reacting differently than you anticipated and now everyone else has to react to them.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Dialog? Maybe? Sometimes I really enjoy it, but that might just be self-indulgent.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

The little daily tokens of encouragement to keep writing, and to write for yourself.

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Post-it notes. Lmao. I don't really use anything fancy, but as I'm reading, each and every book is gonna have at least one post-it note that is covered with page numbers, words I'm unfamiliar with, phrases I love or concepts I think I can use later. I have hundreds of notes like this and its a great source of inspiration when I need it.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I write mostly fanfics, so I can't claim the world as my own too often, but when writing Salem's Child, the bit about post-apocalyptic Salem, MA being overrun with black cats came out of nowhere at me and now I'm obsessed.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Plotting, or over-plotting, is what most often bogs me up. To shake it off, I try to look back on a major plot point and change it, and write how things would go differently. Did Dave survive getting his leg eaten off by cannibals? Write about what happens if he didn't. (In my case, everyone wigged out and killed each other, and it really made me appreciate how Dave holds the whole family together lol.) When it works, it almost always fixes my slump.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

I'm still pretty new here, but no pressure to: @elean0rarose, @leebrontide, @touloserlautrec, @words-after-midnight and @ruinmegently

#writeblr #tag game #ntzsche nuka world #ntzsche misc #ntzsche luvell

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