For that writing question thing, 13, 69, and or 74 ❤️

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13. Do you listen to music while you write?  If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

I usually cannot listen to music with lyrics while writing because it distracts the hell out of me, but I was blasing FYC's like a stranger on repeat while I was writing like a stranger (the fic). even though the lyrics don't fit 100%, something about that song seemed to me to capture Brad's anguish and heartbreak in such a visceral way -- especially when Bergy shows up at the hospital but it feels like everything has changed between them.

69. nice What are your favorite fics at the moment?

I've just recently made a bruins fic rec list, but to add onto it, I've been massively enjoying your And In Flu Enza (still thinking about Zee carrying a sleeping Jake in his arms 🥺) @pensultimate's talent and sheer understanding of marchy in standing tall had me following a pens blog much to my horror (but man, what talent) and in the non-hockey sphere @frankandpercy's old friends do tend to become old habit felt like i was right back in endeavour again, perhaps watching a cut scene of an unaired epilogue, my heart breaking and being mended every so beautifully ♥ honestly, i feel so honoured and lucky to be surrounded by all this talent.

74. Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

I think I have a banger of a soulmate AU in a manual for living with defeat, though I realise not that much of it is out yet so I am hoping that more people will come around.

Also in an ideal world, for something like a moment would be among my top hockey fics engagement wise but I also get that it's not everyone's cup of tea, given *gestures hands*

19, 21, and 22 for beloved Yuri<33

SORRY FOR DELAY IN ANSWERING THESE, it's been crunch wrap supreme at work

19. What do they wish they knew more about?

Artificer stuff -- Yuri feels that he really missed out on learning more with his dad dying when he was so young. The orphanage didn't exactly support those sorts of crafts - Yuri could only do handmade things with what little he had, which was usually scraps of metal and cloth and wood. Now that his father is back, Yuri aspires to be as smart and capable as him, but he feels so behind...

21. What are they most afraid of? What made them fear this?

I was going to say his former abuser, Ismo, but the truth is, the thing that really scares Yuri is being alone. He hates being on his own, being secluded or ignored. After his parents died, he was sent to the orphanage and purposefully deprived of any attention by Ismo to make him more desperate and dependent. The other orphans were told not to interact with him. Yuri's a social creature, he *needs* interaction, and the cruelest thing would be to deny him that. With silence comes bad memories flooding back all at once - the sounds of his friends are the only thing that grounds him.

22. What is something others admire about them? Are they aware that people admire them for this?

I think his friends really admire his wit and compassion, the fact that he has empathy for people he really has no business to. Even the worst people. He can be crude and sarcastic, but he also loves making his friends laugh (and they do, a lot). When they smile, it makes him most happy. I don't know if Yuri is too aware yet, because he's dealing with a lot of self doubt, but he knows that his friends care, and that's enough for now.

May we see some Gangle x Pomni plspls I just like them in your style 🙏🙏

I don’t necessarily ship them romantically per se, BUT I do like to think of them as being close friends 💚 I friendship them lol

Also a Bonus:

god I'm so fucking furious at the removal of Te Reo Māori names from organisations around Aotearoa. it's a complete non-issue, every organisation has the English name directly underneath the Māori name. I have never once as an English speaker been unable to understand what an organisation is for. Winston Peters, the Deputy Prime Minister, who is literally Māori himself, said “Te Papa is a historic name but tell me this waka kotahi, how many boats have you seen going down the road?”. Waka does not just mean canoe. it means vessel, and waka kotahi (the transport agency of Aotearoa) explains this VERY SIMPLY on their official website. waka kotahi means to travel together as one. Can you see how fucking upsetting this is. A Māori person in power who is in agreement about banning his own language, being so cocky about something that he does not even understand due to the suppression of the language of his people. It makes me sick. I've seen reports from Māori people all over Aotearoa speaking out about how upset and furious they are, how decades of progress have been undone in the fight to restore the rights of their people who have for so long been oppressed and have suffered the effects of colonisation. Please share this if you can, I hate knowing how few people will hear about this, I know there is so much injustice in the world right now and it is so exhausting, I know. I love you all, keep it up.

https://waateanews.com/2023/11/27/te-reo-public-service/

What do you like about the Diasomnia boys if I may ask?

I always love hearing about the different reasons people enjoy characters.

I mean, c'mon. he has split custody over Sebek okay

also, Lilia in particular has maybe the best timeskip character development of all time

Imagine if Rafe let R try a joint

Like, her brains getting all fuzzy and she's even more giggly than usual, and he's just, like enamoured. He thinks she's adorable.

"one hit, that's it-" rafe says, low and quiet in your ear.

you're curled up on his lap at the party, both of you resting on the couch while you observe the scene around you with big eyes. rafe's friends were snorting powder off of mirrors, washing it down with liquor that was definitely harder than the fruity seltzer your boyfriend allowed you to drink. rafe said you couldn't handle anything harder, and you agreed without questioning him, like you always did.

you had pointed to the white lines on the table infront of you and asked him as sweetly as you could if you could try some. kelce overheard you and starts pushing the mirror in your direction, and you look at him with a smile, before rafe stares him down and delivers a tap to your cheek. it's just to get your attention, not really to hurt you, but you feel your face flushing where he touched you when he speaks.

"hey, you don't listen to him, you listen to me, right?" you see kelce in the corner of your eye, taking the tray back and offering it to the girl next to him.

"i know, i just-"

"no, no just anything. y'can barely drink this watered-down crap without trippin' over your feet." he rests back on the sofa, hands gripping your waist and leg tightly. "wants to snort coke. you're funny, kid."

you pout, taking another sip of your drink. you're only half way through the can but your head is starting to feel fuzzy, already. you decide then and there that rafe always knows best for you, but you still want to try the things he tries, show him that you can handle it. the boys next to rafe pass a blunt over you, directly to him. when they blow out the smoke, you start coughing, but watch carefully as your boyfriend takes a long hit. just as he's about to pass it across to kelce, you catch his wrist.

"can i try that instead? please?" you try your best to straighten up, to show him you can take it and that you're not already drunk. "please," you whine, and his friends turn their head to look. you're sure that they think it's silly, the way you have to ask rafe for permission for everything and anything. you don't care, though.

"kid, stop-"

"i can take it, promise. just this time. i won't ever ask again."

that's how you had ended up like this, rafe talking into your ear while he holds the blunt to your lips.

"alright, suck in. long as you can. you're a pro at that, aren't ya?" his words make you lose your concentration, breaking into a coughing fit before you can even try to inhale.

"rafe!" you whine again, pummeling your fists into his chest, still choking on the smoke. your throat feels scratchy but you know that couldn't have been enough.

"what, kid, i gotta do everything for you?" he takes a long hit, and then grips your cheeks with his hand, forcing your mouth open and then blowing the smoke into your throat for you. then he clamps it shut, holds your shoulder while you cough, and passes the blunt along to kelce.

you cough a little, but before long, you're putty in his arms, leaning your head against his shoulder and giggling at nothing. you poke at his chest and then start playing with his chain, then his hair, and then back down to his fingers. he lets you do it, watching you play with his ring and pressing a kiss to your forehead. you're cute like this, he thinks, less shy and not as worried what everyone must think about you. he thinks he likes it, that maybe he should let you smoke with him every once in a while.

"feel good, baby?" he asks in your ear, and you squirm in his touch, pulling away before resting your head again.

"mhm. really good. this is fun. wish it wasn't a crime." he laughs, taking another sip of his beer. you try to copy him, reaching for your seltzer but knocking it over by accident.

"oops," you say with another laugh. "sorry to-wait, whose house is this?"

"c'mon kid, makin' a mess," he groans, picking up the can and watching the fizzy liquid travel.

"sorry, daddy." in your state, you don't realize how loud you said it, but even with everyone's eyes on you, you don't care much, smiling back sweetly at rafe.

"alright, we're leavin'."

jekyll and hyde except its how i pictured them the first time i read the book like 7 years ago

just perfect

LMAO I screamed

JIN HUGS JIN HUGS! for @jinstronaut ♡

cr. namuspromised, dwellingsouls, 0613data

What are the Lamb's thoughts as they went through their cult life? How does a day in their cult go? (Love the art so much! Hope you have a lovely day!)

I’m so sorry but I need to just scream

I LOVE YOURE ART STYLE OH MY GOSH THE WAY YOU DRAW EMMET AND ELEKTROSS GIVES LIFE TO MY VEINS AND AIR IN MY LUNGS I LOVE IT ITS JUST SO AHHHHHHHHSJJFJGKGKJGNFJDNFJ

They want to battle!

Sometimes a found family is your brother, his spooky candle, and your favorite eel dog.

(An ingo and Litwick bonus:)

Here's the masterpost!

ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh- You are one of THE *best* artists i've seen around for the canonised TADC crew. (Especially the ribbony creature I love and cherish) Uhhhhhhhh what's your interpretation of the 'figurine' thing?

My first thought legit was this scene from Lilo & Stitch

jimmy stream watcher here i havent watched most of this stream but he did run into glass. like a bird

amazing. I'm so proud of him

If it's not too much of a hassle, what kind of new years resolutions would the Lost Light crew have?

i can see the trio dangerously driving to or from a party. they’re speeding down the empty road, the new future album blasting from the speakers of topper’s jeep. kelce is up front, and reader and rafe are in the back. reader is a bit drunk and rafe is high out of his mind and can’t control his feelings for reader so he starts getting touchy with her, maybe trying to kiss her. since you’re just starting this au out, i’m curious to know how do you think reader would react and if she did kiss him back, how would topper and kelce react?

the last line of coke was a mistake—it made him lose the last bits of his self control. it was clear that he was way too high to drive, even though it seemed like rafe always drove clear-headed or not, so you were assigned babysitting duty in the back.

top was on a rager today, even worse than his usual ones. whenever him and sarah started fighting, he got like this, currently blasting some future song at the highest volume possible, speeding through the streets of kildare. you would be a little scared, except kelce is driving while topper nurses yet another beer in the passenger seat. you're deliciously drunk, still gone from the drinks you had at the party, not a care in the world except making sure rafe doesn't keel over in the back.

you mumble along the words to the song, pretty much engraved in your memory from how often it was played. you don't know how it happens, your fingers just find rafe's hair, brushing it out of his face while he talks to top and kelce in the front, amped up and loud, acting as crazy as you've ever seen him. you giggle, continuing your motions.

topper begins some rant about his girlfriend, or rather, his ex, while rafe locks eyes with you. it's hard to keep eye contact, looking away the second rafe shuts up and focuses on you completely. you're never shy around them but this might be the closest you've gotten.

you feel rafe's hands on your exposed thighs, your tiny skirt ridden up in the seat. his touch feels good, in your drunken state you don't think there's anything wrong with it. he's just being friendly, being touchy, being rafe. he strokes the soft skin of your legs, running his hands down to your ankles, while you shift around in the back. all it would take is one look from the boys in the front to see that something's going on back here.

"rafe, listen to top he's talkin-"

"shh," rafe says, noise completely overlooked by the others, nothing audible except the thump of the bass. he takes your face into his hand, leaning in close. "shut up for a second." he kisses you, briefly, barely, lips touching together and your eyes fluttering shut, when kelce slams on the brakes. the two of you fly apart, your heart thudding for an entirely different reason now.

"what the fuck, kelce, my brakes-" top starts.

"it was a deer, you idiot. you guys okay?" he turns to look at you and rafe in the back, your face flushed and rafe's hands still on your legs.

"fine," rafe mumbles. the four of you head back to tannyhill, you crashing on rafe's bed like always while top and kelce take the guest room down the ball. the two of you are out before you can bring it up, but rafe doesn't forget about it.

in the morning, you stretch, the oversized shirt of his you'd put on for the night riding up. rafe doesn't wait another minute.

"so, about last night. in the car." he looks at you, waiting for your response.

"oh, rafe, don't apologize. it's okay. we were both pretty gone."

"m'not apologizin', i-"

"and i mean, who hasn't been there once or twice-"

"once or twice?"

"and i kissed kelce that one time, so i guess-"

"you kissed kelce?" rafe looks at you like you've committed a crime.

"what? it was new years."

"where the hell was i?"

"i don't know, probably sucking some girl's face off. i was busy making out with kelce, remember?" you laugh, getting up and looking for your clothes. rafe lays back down on the bed, deciding he's never leaving you alone with kelce ever again.