#this got a little all over the place but thanks for rambling in my inbox
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Could you write a Spencer Reid x fem reader where they’re best friends and when Spencer is taking care of drunk reader she ends up drunkingly complimenting him a lot and ends up confessing her feelings for him (and he reciprocates but not till she’s sober)
this has been in my inbox for like six months. then i started ovulating and watching cm again so… here is this little drabble
pairing: spencer reid x reader
warnings: drunk!reader (duh), a mildly suggestive comment
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We stumbled into my apartment after a long night. Really, the only people who got super blasted were myself and Penelope, but… she was never a good influence on me. I just couldn’t say no.
Spencer tried as hard as possible to keep a hold on me, but I was hardly upright as I laughed over nothing as we got inside my place.
“Quit moving around so much,” he grumbled.
“Maybe I just like your hands on me,” I laugh, leaning into him.
The blush on his face was bright as I told him as much, then he shook his head quickly.
“You’re… drunk,” he said after a beat, locking the door of my apartment.
“And you’re hot,” I retort, trying to kiss his cheek.
He pulled his head back quickly.
“Quit trying to kiss me, you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“I’m drunk, not a child,” I laugh. “You’re always cute. I know exactly what I’m saying.”
He sighed, trying to help me move to my bedroom.
“Let’s get you to your room.”
“Ooh, baby, trying to get me to bed already?” I laugh again, letting him pull me there.
He sighed softly. “You need to lay down. Go to sleep.”
He helped me plop down on my bed, then stood up straight.
“Why don’t you take me seriously?” I pouted, looking up at him.
“Because you drank way too much tonight, and it all got to your head. Your inhibitions are lowered, dangerously so, and you have no clue what you’re actually—”
“I know what I’m saying, Spencer,” I cut him off. “Just too scared to say it all sober.”
He raised his brows. “What?”
“I always think you’re cute,” I groaned, flopping back on my bed. My ceiling spun overhead. “I feel like I’m in the Wizard of Oz.”
Spencer merely quirked a brow, then helped move me up my bed, and haphazardly covered me up.
“Thanks,” I said softly, looking up at him. He looked like a little angel with my bathroom light making him glow from behind. “Morgan isn’t wrong calling you a pretty boy, you know?”
Spencer just watched me for a beat. “Go to sleep.”
“Will you be here when I wake up? Wanna tell you I like you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do.”
“No.”
“Yes,” I whined. “You’re cute and sweet and smart and when you ramble I just wanna climb you like a tree, it’s so hot.”
His cheeks flushed quickly, and I finally managed to render him speechless. I smiled at him.
“Swear I’m not lying. I’ve liked you like… forever.”
“I—”
“Promise you’ll be here when I wake up?”
He nodded. “Okay. I promise.”
I smiled to myself. “Okay, Spencie baby boo boo. I love you.”
He sucked in a breath, watching as I quickly began to fall asleep. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead when he thought I was officially passed out. The last thing I heard before I drifted off was nothing more than a soft whisper.
“I love you, too.”
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is this how u request? anyways! i was wondering if u could do like a spencer reid w like a girl best friend, but like he has feelings for her
she does all these little things for him like bring him coffee and food and let him ramble and stuff
i was thinking of writing it myself but id love to see someone else’s take <3
This is typically how people send in requests (either via inbox or comments) so you're good! So sorry this took so long to write, my inspiration was down for a long time. I had so much fun writing this, thank you for sending it in!
Loverboy
1.6k words
Summary: Spencer's got a big fat crush on his best friend.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!bestfriend!reader
Warnings: Morgan makes a few innuendos, food/drink, feelings ew gross, sweet lovesick Spencer <3 as always, let me know if I missed something!
While reading, I recommend you listen to valentine's day - a Spotify playlist by me!
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Everyone in the office that morning knew that it was far too early to be there. Spencer, more than most, relied heavily on the power of caffeine to get his day going. It was not uncommon for folks to be carrying around a mug even in the late hours of the night.
And as always you, like a gift from God, would always saunter through the meeting room door with two steaming cups of coffee and a weary smile.
Spencer adored you. Although everyone on the team had a place in his heart, you were always the one closest to him. You were the one who had taken the time to get to know him, who listened to anything he had to say and got to know him as more than a coworker, an agent, a "resident genius" like he was some kind of appliance.
It was rocky at first, no doubt. Spencer was not the most perceptive when it came to reading social cues (or giving them to others), so his stiff and awkward nature took a while to see past. Eventually, you managed to break down the walls of caution around him, and over the span of a few years the two of you became more accustomed to being around each other more than anyone else. Even though you spent practically days together at a time, the two of you found solace in each other's presence, often heading back to someone's apartment and ordering takeout to wind down after the case with a movie.
To Spencer's embarrassment and yours, it had become the group's joke to refer to you two as The Soulmates. The first time Morgan made the joke, Spencer's entire face went a deep shade of red and he couldn't look at anything other than his feet for the rest of the hour. Eventually the two of you became accustomed to the running joke, brushing it off with a sarcastic laugh and roll of the eyes.
To be fair, Morgan wasn't entirely wrong. The two of you were joined at the hip, but you were just friends. It saddened Spencer to think about it sometimes, really. But he was content with having you so close, to be able to work with you and come home with you. To get to bring each other coffee and let you rest your head on his shoulder when you fell asleep was a closeness he granted to few people, and so he was, for the most part, satisfied with having you as you did.
That morning was no different. The sun had just barely risen, and Spencer was stifling a yawn as sugar poured into his cup like water. This morning was odd- a thought had struck him in the car, a comment Prentiss had made saying you and him were like a married couple. Was that true? Spencer knew plenty of married people but he didn't see them in action very often.
Would you even want to marry him? No, Spencer thought. You were just his friend. Sure, you did all sorts of favors for him and hugged him, but that was surely just a mark of close friendship.
"Morning, pretty boy." Morgan came up beside him, bringing a mug down from the shelf.
"Morning." Spencer replied, sipping from his coffee.
"So have you proposed yet?"
Spencer nearly choked on his coffee, replying with a "what?!" once he stopped spluttering that might have been a tad bit too incredulous.
"Jesus, Reid, I was kidding." Morgan held his hands up, but he still wore an amused grin.
""We're just friends, Morgan." Spencer said defensively, moving to prepare another cup.
"You're making her morning coffee right now, pretty boy. You know who does that?" Morgan gestured his mug in Spencer's direction. "Married couples."
Spencer rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and coworkers."
"Keep tellin' yourself that, Reid." Morgan gave him a pat on the shoulder, sauntering back over to his desk with his free hand in his pocket.
Spencer heaved a relieved sigh, taking both cups over towards your desk. You beamed at him when the smell hit your nose.
"Well thank you, Spencer." You squeezed his wrist affectionately, and Spencer thought he might die. He turned his head to hide the stupid smile on his face, mumbling a "welcome", but the other direction didn't help him much. Morgan's desk shared a divider wall with yours, so the man in question simply raised his brow, a knowing smirk surely hidden behind his coffee cup.
Spencer rolled his eyes, turning back towards you. Your head was tilted in concern. "You alright, Spencer? You seem a bit jittery."
To strangers, Spencer might always seem jittery, like a nervous cat. But you could tell the difference.
Spencer cleared his throat. "I'm alright. Too much coffee, maybe."
Spencer nearly slapped himself when he realized his mug was still full. He prayed you didn't notice, tilting the rim so you couldn't see its contents.
"Alright kidlets, let's get this party started." Garcia called from the meeting room door, a stack of envelopes tucked under her arm.
You pushed off from your chair, nudging Spencer's shoulder. "Let's get this party started," you chuckled.
Spencer lightly touched his arm where you'd nudged him, watching you make your way across the office.
"Let's get this party started, Loverboy," Morgan, seemingly coming from nowhere, rubbed his shoulder against Spencer's dramatically, voice risen in pitch.
"Shut up!" Spencer pushed the man off of him, but couldn't help the laugh that came with it.
. . .
Four days later the team was right back where it started, making coffee and wrapping up paperwork- only this time there was a silent agreement that everyone wanted to get home.
Even in these low-energy moments Spencer still stayed by you, sitting with his legs folded on the large table nearest your desk, scribbling away.
His head perked up when he heard your chair wheeling over to him. "So, yours or mine?"
Spencer tried to ignore the way your arms folded over his knee to rest your chin atop them. "Uh- I was actually hoping yours?"
He definitely liked your place better than his. As much as he wanted to make it home, his apartment really was just a place for him to sleep at night and keep all of his stuff. Your apartment reminded him of you- but he wouldn't admit that that's the real reason he preferred your apartment to his.
You hummed. "Chinese?"
"Sounds good." Spencer was actually in a mood for Indian cuisine, but when you suggested Chinese it suddenly sounded like the best idea ever.
Work passed by fast, something that could rarely be said about Spencer's job. He was just excited to be going home, he told himself, even though he was headed to yours after this.
Although Spencer had to admit, your apartment was practically his. You both had a few items belonging to the other that you always forgot to take back. Spencer even had a travel toothbrush that sat in the cup on your sink. He knew where all your dishes were, knew your DVD collection by heart. He never lingered at the doorway like he might do at a new friend's place, he kicked his shoes off and made himself at home, because really, he was.
Tonight was no different. Spencer was sprawled out on your couch, half-empty foam box of chow mein sitting on the coffee table, and you under his arm. When you'd made yourself comfortable next to him, Spencer felt butterflies in his stomach, he thought. It was a marvel to him, hearing a phrase like that so often but not knowing what it really meant until now.
The time was nearing one in the morning, and while Spencer was still engrossed in whatever film you'd picked out this time, you were fast asleep, head heavy on his chest.
Spencer glanced over at you, smiling softly to himself.
"You know, you're not making this any easier for me." Spencer whispered, stroking your arm. "I mean, I'm not complaining, you know, but it's kind of hard to suppress a crush when you're falling asleep on me."
Spencer knew you couldn't hear him, which is why he felt a breath of relief leave him when the words came out. He attempted, with slow and careful movements, to adjust you to sleep on the couch. Spencer thanked whatever god might be out there that you'd purchased a sleep-worthy couch- he knew, he'd tested it personally.
"Good night," Spencer murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your hairline and giving you one last glance from the doorway.
Maybe someday.
. . .
It was mornings like these that tested Spencer's willpower.
It had not even been six hours since he'd left your home that he was being called in on another case. So here he was. Five days later, doing the exact same thing: making two cups of coffee.
But as always, you made it better.
"Spencer!"
He didn't have to turn to know who was calling him, but he did anyways, just to look at you. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah, I had a pretty nice pillow," you teased, and Spencer's ears turned red. "Hey, are you free Saturday?"
"Yeah, if Hotch doesn't call us in at the crack of dawn." Spencer snorts.
"Great. There's an art exhibit I wanted to see and it wouldn't be as boring if I went alone." You grinned, gratefully taking the mug he offered you.
"Can't imagine a better way to spend a Saturday." Spencer agreed.
"It's a date then."
Spencer's eyes went as wide as saucers at your response, mouth falling open a little. You giggled at his reaction.
"C'mon, Hotch is waiting." You turned, not waiting for a reply.
Spencer shook his head as if to clear it, a stupid grin plastered across his face as he trailed behind you.
It's a date.
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baking with matty & frankie
pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader x frank castle
summary: your boyfriends insist on accompanying you to a baking class.
warnings: swearing, all the tooth rotting fluff in the world
word count: 1.3k
a/n: this lil drabble was inspired by a daydream @neverlandcity & I came up with together about how funny it would be to take a baking class with our idiot boyfriends, & how we would both absolutely sell our soul for this. thanks for always contributing to my silly little fantasies about these two sweet baby d. <3
psa, if you come into my inbox to ramble about your daydreams with me, odds are i'm gonna write it.
“You’re doing it wrong.”
“Jesus Chr-would you shut the fuck up?”
“That’s not what it’s supposed to look like-”
“And how the fuck would you know what it looks like, Red?”
“I don’t need to see to know you’re going in the wrong direction, Castle. It’s supposed to be the other way-”
“Did I lecture you when you were doin’ your part? Huh? Quit bustin’ my goddamn balls and get off my ass.”
“Frank you’re-”
“Everything alright over here?”
Frank and Matt both whipped their heads in the direction of the instructor, a light shade of scarlet coating both of their cheeks as they cleared their throats and mumbled apologies. A smirk tugged over your lips as you caught the instructor’s eye, popping another chocolate chip into your mouth as you leaned against the counter and shrugged.
“They’re just having a lovers quarrel. Happens all the time.”
Matt’s plump lips immediately pursed into a pout as he stood with his hands on his hips, and Frank let out a quiet grunt in the back of his throat while returning to the task at hand. You couldn’t help but giggle as the instructor walked away, earning a glare from both men.
“Keep it up. We’ll see how much you’ll be laughin’ later when we get you home.”
Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you grinned as you moved to stand in between Matt and Frank, gently wrapping your fingers around Frank’s forearm.
“Hey, you two said you would behave, remember?”
“We are behaving.”
“Lying is a sin, Matthew.”
Matt let out a quiet scoff as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the table. You couldn’t help but giggle again as you turned to gently cup his face in your hand.
“Aww, don’t pout Matty. You’re both doing a great job. But if you keep bickering like that, you’re gonna get us kicked out of this baking class, and I really wanna stay. So can you two please be nice? Frankie?”
Frank let out another quiet grunt as you looked at him, twisting the top of the pastry bag in his massive hands as he continued to pipe frosting onto the cake he twisted around on the stand.
Initially, you had planned to come to this baking class alone. It had been a stressful week, and you wanted to do something fun to take your mind off of it. Baking was something that you’d always enjoyed, so you signed yourself up for a class that evening. As you were getting ready to walk out the door, Frank caught your arm and blocked your path to the door.
“Where you goin’?”
“To a baking class. I won’t be gone long.”
“A bakin’ class? You already know how to bake, darlin’. The hell you need a class for?”
A soft laugh left your lips as you placed your hands on his broad chest, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips.
“Because it’s fun and relaxing, and I could learn a few things I don’t know.”
Frank stared down at you for a moment with a look of contemplation, moving his hands down to settle on your waist as he pulled you in closer to his chest.
“Can I come?”
A look of surprise flashed across your features as you stared up at Frank with a smile blooming on your lips.
“You wanna come with me?”
“I don’t like you goin’ places alone.”
“I’ll be fine, Frankie. It’s not far.”
“I never learned to bake. I was s’posed to…said I would, ya’know? Just never got around to it.”
Staring up at Frank with a soft smile, you brought your hand up to gently push his hair back into place when you realized he was talking about a promise he never got to fulfill with Maria.
“Okay, baby. You can come.”
“Can I come too?”
Matt suddenly appeared in the doorway of the bedroom, tilting his head to the side slightly as he stared blankly in your direction.
“Why don’t you mind your goddamn business for one night? Ain’t you got devil shit to do?”
“Don’t you have murder and felonies to commit?”
“Boys, please. We’ve talked about this. Yes Matty, you can come too.”
Frank grumbled under his breath as a proud toothy grin stretched across Matt’s lips, causing your favorite dimples to appear on either side of his cheeks.
“Wipe that fuckin’ smile off your face, Red. Or I’ll knock it off.”
Everyone’s eyes were on you the second you stepped into the building with Matt and Frank on either side of you. You had pretty much gotten used to the confused stares the three of you got. Matt couldn’t see them anyway, and Frank simply didn’t care. But the hunger you saw in the women’s eyes anytime you went somewhere with the two of them still ignited a tiny ember of jealousy in you, causing you to hold onto them both a little tighter.
You couldn’t blame them. You still stared at Matt and Frank like it was your first time seeing them all over again, and they were yours. But you knew you didn’t have anything to worry about with them. Every time you looked at Frank, he was already looking right back at you with a knowing smile. And every time you went to reach for Matt, he was already right beside you with his hand stretched out for you to take.
To your surprise and total delight, Matt and Frank were exceptional at baking. Matt’s heightened senses made him perfect at measuring things, picking out the ripest fruits and freshest ingredients, and knowing exactly when to pull your cakes out of the oven, along with when your frosting had reached peak consistency. Frank’s expertise with a knife allowed him to chop everything as finely and consistently as possible, as well as carve the shape of your cakes perfectly. He assembled them together with immaculate precision, paying close attention to detail as he spread the crumb coat and final frosting layers evenly and smoothly.
Both of them had gotten so wrapped up in it, neither of them realized that you hadn’t done anything the entire time. You watched in awe at the way they moved around the space together, almost perfectly in sync, trading tools and pans wordlessly, actually listening to the others' commentary, complimenting each other's skills and ideas. You couldn’t help but notice the way everyone else in the class watched them too as if you were all in some kind of trance.
These were your favorite moments with them. When they actually got along, and you could see in their actions and hear in their words how much they actually loved each other.
But as it usually went with two people that had very strong personalities, it never lasted too long.
As soon as it came time to put the finishing touches on their creation, they started bickering again. Matt insisted that Frank was piping the decorative icing the wrong way, and Frank kept telling Matt to fuck off. You should’ve stepped in when Frank called Matt a ‘candy ass rule following altar boy’, or when Matt said Frank was an ‘unhinged asshole with a trigger finger’, but you couldn’t stop laughing at the sight of them arguing with lavender colored aprons on.
“Why don’t you two let me finish up? You’ve both taken over this whole thing.”
Both of the men stilled, a guilty look settling on their features.
“Shit. Sorry, darlin’. We didn’t-“
Frank looked at Matt for help, gesturing his hand towards him as Matt’s lips parted, rubbing at the back of his neck as he cleared his throat.
“We got carried away. I…we’re…sorry, sweetheart.”
Shaking your head slowly, you took the piping bag from Frank’s hands and pressed a kiss to both of the boys' cheeks.
“Can’t take you two anywhere.”
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Tsu'tey x gender neutral reader - avatar
@adrian-nebula im so sorry about this my laptops gone mental and your ask has disappeared from my inbox, but here is the reposted request:]
You looked around at Pandora's lush, neon flora and fauna in awe of its unimaginable beauty, almost in tears of happiness at its beauty, and jealousy as your own dull planet had lost everything natural about it long ago.
Every little speck of nature was deemed collectible by you as you nearly fell over from how much you were carrying. Many kinds of shrubs, sticks, plants, rocks, and what looked to be moss were stacked in your arms as you practically pranced back to Hometree to show your newly appointed babysitter.
Tsu’tey had been made overseer of your training to becoming 'one of the people', to which he protested with no luck. He was stuck with you and your ramblings, and strangely enough, bringing him presents at every chance you got, asking him question after question about the vegetation.
Every day it was a bundle of glowing leaves, a funny-shaped stick, or clumps of magenta moss, but this time you felt as if you really scored with the golden rock with smatterings of black, although it did have a strange warmth to it...
But you ignored this and continued on your way back to Hometree, thinking of making it into a necklace by wrapping some hanging vine around the stone. Maybe you'd give it to Tsu’tey as a thank-you gift for putting up with you!
that isn't weird, is it? no! it's only a gift, a token of my appreciation! yeah... You offhandedly thought to yourself.
you came out of your thoughts and realized you were already standing in front of Hometree, awkwardly waddling in place with your findings. Travelling up the spiral structure, you thought about the time you spent with Tsu’tey and his annoyance at your mere existence.
Does he seriously hate me? I understand I'm just a 'dreamwalker' to him but I hope he warms up to me soon...
Arriving at the branch you had become familiar with, you plopped down your goods onto your allocated hammock and cut a decent-sized vine from the smaller branch beside you. you made quick work of wrapping the vine around the warm golden rock and creating what you deemed was a pretty nice necklace.
Hopping up, you decided to go find Tsu’tey, as time for your daily na'vi lessons was approaching. You made quick work of slithering down the large branches, something you had become used to since your first try, which had ended in bruises and Tsu’tey scolding you. Reaching the ground, you fell into a light jog towards the spot you meet him at every day.
Once you reach the spot you find that Tsu’tey has already arrived. You see the disapproving look he gives you but miss how long the look lingered.
"what have you been doing all day? wasting time once again?" he grumbled as his sharp eyes looked through yours. His stare felt as if it was judging your very soul.
"I was out... getting stuff"
The roll of his eye told you he was not pleased with your answer. "this time you waste 'collecting things', could be used for your training an-" You cut him off with a finger to his lips which he froze at.
you smiled deeply and opened your palm, revealing the jewelry to his agitated face.
"so I found this really cool rock, and look it's so pretty, and I just thought you've helped me so much so why not make you something nice-" you were cut off by Tsu’tey letting out a shriek of laughter and doubling over, clenching his own stomach. you were in shock to see him let loose like that around you.
His voice cracked a few times while he howled with laughter, which was actually rather cute. You couldn't help but notice how the toned muscles on his sides spasmed with his laughter. "Hah! that's viperwolf dropping! you've gifted me viperwolf droppings!"
"oh"
After finishing his bought of laughter he lightly smacked the back of your head while still giggling at the necklace in your hand. after a few seconds, he snatches it off of you.
"I'm so sorry, I had no idea-" "oh, be quiet demon"
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The look of horror on your face would never be forgotten by him when he wore the necklace the next day, a big dopey smirk spread across his face at your embarrassment.
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"Hi, this is, um, Betty. Betty from Seattle. This might sound creepy as hell, but I heard about you on the recent Gutterballs episode. Not sure if Eddie ever mentioned me? Probably not, it was a long time ago, haha, but I got in touch with him for the first in maybe 18 years after that episode. Long story short, I'm going to be in your neck of the woods in a few months, and he thought the two of us would hit it off. I told him it was nuts to just call you out of the blue like this, but he seemed sure that you'd be cool with it. He wasn't even certain this was still your number, so I took a shot. He told me a story about one of your adventures, I can tell you meant a lot to him. That you still mean a lot to him. Anyway, I'm rambling, but I'll leave my number just in case? My Instagram too, but I'm rarely ever on there. If you ever wanna chat, or whatever, I mean, okay well that's all I guess, haha, bye."
this has been sitting in my inbox since the 17th of February? shit
I love you, Betty. Here's a little love note to prove it.
Another thread of the Gutterballs universe by the wonderful @dr-aculaaa who deserves the world. Thank you for your friendship. <3
Eddie Munson x enby!artist!reader - written from the perspective of Daria.
Words: ~1k
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Oslo was cold today. Armed with sharp winds that nipped on sensitive skin, made eyes water and all joints slow and stiff no matter how thickly wrapped they were. All you could think of, all that you desired in this very moment as you mounted the steps to your small rental after a long day at the gallery was to drown yourself in steaming hot tea and a bone-melting bath before crawling between heavy sheets and passing out for the next ten hours.
You turned the kettle on before you unwrapped yourself from several layers of knitted garments and shoved your mittens into your coat pocket before you lost another pair to the hungry nooks and crannies of this place when something under your icy fingertips buzzed.
Gonna throw that fucking phone out of the window, you thought and pulled it out with the intent to really just turn it off without looking at whatever notification was waiting to spoil your evening but handling a screen with frozen fingers was harder than it might sound and… oh… an unknown number.
Country code +1. An unknown American number. And they had left a message.
‘A haunted castle, for Daria,’ his voice echoed through your mind for the hundredth time in the past forty-something hours since you’d heard those very words the first time. You knew of Eddie’s podcast but out of all his various endeavors - for reasons you hadn't been willing to investigate yet - you’d stayed away from Gutterballs. Until, that was, your assistant had made you aware of the episode through a voice message full of sighs and sobs and excited ramblings.
“I don’t want to spoil too much— haha, spoil, I mean, you know what happened, you lived it but— fuck, you know what I’m about to say: those drawings? Will forever be changed for me now. Now I really get why you won’t sell any of them, despite the gracious offers… Anyway, drop your pencil and. Go. Listen…”
And so you did.
After, you had spent more than an hour in the large armchair in the studio that was yours for the time of your Oslo residency, sipped cold tea and watched those memories unfold on the darkening ceiling of the room like an 8mm film.
‘Maybe my dear Strigoi is still out there.’
He’d held his hand out for you, in a way, and there was no doubt that you wanted to take it. But… you needed… a little longer. Wanted a little more time to spend with that Eddie from the past, to laugh and cry, to yearn and mourn before you were ready to reconnect with who he had become.
But, fuck. The curiosity.
You put the phone on the counter, put it on speaker and turned to pour your tea and—
"Hi, this is, um, Betty. Betty from Seattle…”
Oh.
“This might sound creepy as hell…”
No. Not at all creepy, you thought, not noticing that you were spilling hot water over the countertop while taking your eyes off your cup to stare at your phone as if you could miss Betty crawling out your screen.
Could be her style, for all you knew.
You had thought about— had planned on asking Eddie for her number yourself.
“Not sure if Eddie ever mentioned me? Probably not—“
“Oh, I heard a lot about you,” you said softly right over a nervous laugh that had an adorable ring to it, even through your subpar phone speakers. You placed the kettle next to the half-empty cup, leaned against the counter and listened.
“I told him it was nuts to just call you out of the blue like this, but he seemed sure that you'd be cool with it…”
“I bet he did,” you snort a laugh, instantly transported back to the early days of your - Eddie had been right about that - symbiosis and into a leaky tent, anchored in the woods far too close to the town where you grew up in. Rain drizzled lazily onto the taped canvas above you while you ran your fingertips lazily over Eddie’s skin in gentle exploration as the sun vanished into the thicket. Until they caught on two squiggly lines of ink.
“You into astrology?”
“Hm?” Stirred from his weed and caress induced trance he cracked one eye open. “Uhm, yeah, kind of.”
This had been the first time you heard about Betty. The first of many times.
The better he got to know you, the more he was convinced you and Betty would get along brilliantly and by what he told you about their time together, you started to like her without ever having met her. Sometimes it was almost like, through Eddie’s carefully curated memories, Betty was giving you recommendations for books, music or movies. Like little notes shared through time and space.
“He told me a story about one of your adventures.”
Betty brought you back to the here and now and for the umpteenth time in the past days, you felt some kind of nostalgic jet lag.
“I can tell you meant a lot to him. That you still mean a lot to him.”
You smiled around a heavy weight in your throat and pressed your slightly warmed-up palms to your still frozen face, wondering if you were to cry now, would your tear ducts just produce icicles?
“If you ever wanna chat, or whatever, I mean, okay well that's all I guess, haha, bye."
“Betty from Seattle,” you muttered into the sudden silence and tapped your phone screen to replay the message for the second of what would eventually be four times. “Nice to finally meet you.”
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*Inbox INVASION.*
Hehe, Helloooo,
*Ramble about anything card.*
HIIII!!!!!! I have. So many things to ramble about you have no idea what you've unleashed 👁👁 (But also I'm bad at thinking of what exact topics soooooo, this rant might be all over the place)
I wanna ramble about my oc Atlas Seek, they're one of my silliest little guys that I'm very obsessed with at the time. I have A LOT of ocs (around +24) ((I know this cause I put them in a hunger games simulator once, just because I got bored, it's very fun)) but I often tend to get like pretty focused on some of my ocs for some time and then forget all about them, this is something that has happened a lot and has caused some of my ocs to be really forgotten, cause i usually tend to pick favourites ehem–
Anyways! Onto Atlas, I love them dearly, they're a really fun character and also a bastard, he's my silly little guy. Though I'm not actually sure if I can count Atlas as an oc cause he's sort of mostly Jekyll and Hyde just like, glued together onto each other??? At least that's how they begin, Atlas is the result of like, Hyde and Jekyll joining together, I'm actually writing a fic with them, in the fic Atlas is formed by Mind Lanyon cutting off Hyde's head, this causes stuff to happen. Jekyll's mind tries to join Hyde back to Jekyll, sort of like trying to connect them as if they were two pieces of a puzzle, but the thing is that Hyde has his own consciousness, he's not just Jekyll's vices and repressed urges, there's something else in there that doesn't belong to Jekyll, but is instead Hyde, the vague beginnings of a person who sees himself as nothing else except as the evil of Jekyll.
Anyways, this results in them not being able to fuse back together, at least not so much not their consciousness, but you know what it does try to fuse back together that doesn't struggle as much as their consciousness? Their bodies, so Jekyll's mind just sort of triggers something like a transformation but not really one, it's just enough so that they have both traits of Jekyll and Hyde's bodies, but not enough to be one or the other completely, this sort of results in no one being able to recognise them as Jekyll or Hyde
They both eventually realize this and decide to go for a new name under this appearance "Atlas Seek"
ANYWAYS, I REALLY WANNA KEEP RAMBLING BUT THAT WOULD SPOIL SOME OF THE BITS OF MY FIC AND MAKE THIS MUCH LONGER THAN IT ALREADY IS— THANKS FOR THE RAMBLE CARD :33
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Hey, thanks for putting up an ask blog! Don't know if tumblr is the best place to put it for social media engagement, but then again Neil Gaiman seems to be enjoying himself so who am I to judge?
I have a whole bunch of questions, and I'm not sure if it'd be annoying to flood your inbox with them, so feel free to pick and choose any of these to reply.
Questions for Dawn: who would you consider to be the animated 'it' girl right now?
What do you think about the recent trend of 'fleshwashing' that Disney has been pushing when it comes to remakes? Is this part of a bias against toons when it comes to casting?
In your opinion, who do you think is the best 'old-school' toon who still actively performs?
Questions for Doris: Has toontown managed to avoid the plague of gentrification that hit a lot of other older neighborhoods in LA?
Is there a union for animated actors? If there is, how effective is it in your opinion? Have things gotten better or worse for animated actors over the years?
Did you ever get to know your animator? If not, would you have wanted to know them?
We should probably get a reddit at some point. Everyone on tumblr has been amazing though. We do have an instagram, @dawn_doodle and @dorisdoodle_toon.
There's also a fanmade discord! One we need to check on more after we're done...preparing some new things.
Who do I think is the current it girl of animation? It changes so fast, but my vote right now is POMNI! Who doesn't feel like Pomni like daily? Also, indie!
Check back in a month when my answer may change again!
What do we think of all these live action remakes? I still don't mind them too much, but Avatar on netflix might be unnecessary. I'm starting to wear thin. Doris gave a rambling answer on this before and I don't think her opinion has changed.
Best old School toon still in business? I think we actually have an agreement on this one and that's this 2D Girl boss!
Was Toon town able to avoid any gentrification? Here's Doris with a history lesson:
As some people know, ToonTown was left to the toons, and that was great. We could vote for changes in the town and run it ourselves, but that didn't mean we were separate from California and certain laws. So it was devastating when it was decided that the land we lived on wasn't fully ours and the decision to build a freeway system was still being considered. This was in the 50s and I had already moved out of ToonTown, but I heard about the protests and letters written to Earl Warren.
None of it helped, and in 1956, Eisenhower signed the highway act and a freeway was constructed. So the town wasn't as saved as the movie "Who Frames Roger Rabbit" lets you believe.
Since the toons owned ToonTown, they couldn't just completely destroy it. We were just told to move. So the town is split up into districts. There's one near Disneyland, another a few streets from Universal. Always near studios. They like keeping an eye on their assets. So at least we got to keep the town in some way.
Is there a union for toons? There have been attempts. But in the end were considered intellectual property of the studios. fully owned and by contract from the moment the first line is sketched. A lot of older toons have a little more freedom from those contracts. By older, I'm talking Bugs Bunny and the Peanuts kids. That's starting to get harder though as studios are stating to hold a tighter grip on animation. It's less a creative thought process and more business. Doris says it's colder in a behind closed doors way. I say that cold is starting to leak into the outside. So yeah, no union, especially for newly drawn stars, and well...things aren't exactly getting better.
Did we get to know our creators?
Doris did!
We all do I guess while being drawn. but it's not as personal now. I was kinda made through a committee. So there are artists who really care and I would've wanted to get to know them, but there are also execs, studio owners, managers, all hovering around to check on their investment. And once approved, you are under studio control. It's nice if the artists can stick around at the studio, but most times they're laid off once the creation is done and they need to go work at another place. This goes into that whole colder thing. From what Doris has shown me, it was a little more fun before. Animators and toons would just hang out I guess.
They would even have fun with their voice actors.
Today, studios want big celebrities to give us our voices. So they usually come in to lay down the track and then leave with the paycheck. Not all though, I heard Jack Black like to see the characters he's given a voice too. It just doesn't happen often.
Sorry it took a while to get to your question! We're trying to get a few things going right now so our timing is way off.
Also, a list of questions is always good, keep em coming!
#animation#toontown#doris doodle#dawn doodle#cartoon#doris and dawn#doris#animated#discord#the simpsons#roger rabbit#don bluth#richard Williams#the amazing digital circus pomni#pomni#lore#toon lore#Doodleverse
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Are y'all ready to see my updated wall of art??
But Doodler, won't you have to take all of that down when you have to move out of your dorm for the summer??
Hush. Let me have this. I worked too hard for this beautiful art wall, and I don't want to think about when I'll have to take it down yet.
I'm going to go from the top left all the way to the bottom right, tag every artist who made all the art you see here, and give a little backstory to the art!!
--Starting at the top left, we have Gene as Cat Stevens, which is an adorable sketch that @koko-raccoon made for me for Halloween when I invaded their inbox for trick-or-treating.
--This is a mini-comic I just Commissioned from @drawthethingdoppelganger of Gene and my Bob's Burgers OC, Alexis. I gave her the roughest and most rushed reference sketch to work with, and she did an incredible job. I'm never getting over the fact that she put a Mickey Mouse on Alexis' shirt and a music note on Gene's overalls. It's so beautiful and perfect and adorable and precious and--
--Here's a sketch I requested from @jae-is-drawing of Bob and Linda in the rain and Linda giving Bob a lil' kiss on his cheek 🥺 They seriously went above and beyond for this sketch, it's so freaking gorgeous and sweet. I can't believe they laid down colors, and did some shading, and lighting too!! They're so talented.
--Then, below the Cat Stevens drawing, is another piece from @koko-raccoon that they surprised me with. They made an adorable piece of my Gravity Falls, OC, Maggie, and her younger, triplet siblings, Dipper and Mabel!! It's the cutest thing ever, I'm so obsessed.
--Then we've got a sketch request that I got from @devilh0rnsinc, and it's so freaking adorable!! I asked them to draw Gene and Alexis sharing a milkshake, and they delivered. I can't stop thinking about them going on a milkshake date now.
--Then, below the Mystery Triplets piece, we've got a Commission I got from @alyssaerin of my sister's and my Animal Crossing characters, who is an extremely sweet and talented artist. I have to thank her once again for being so patient with me throughout the process of when I Commissioned her because I had to cancel my first request, and then when I actually got a request moving, I was a bit picky about the details, pfffft. But it turned out amazing and wonderful.
--Next to that, we've got another @drawthethingdoppelganger piece, and this piece she completely surprised me with. She drew up this fantastic, gorgeous, and colorful piece of Gene (inspired by AJR) and dedicated it to me!! I'm still not over it. Look at his wonderful, flowy hair and his outfit!!
--Then, we've got a Gravity Falls piece I Commissioned from @itscalliebeanie (she's only on Instagram, she doesn't have a Tumblr), of my OCs Maggie and Sydney being adorable dorks together. It came out so sweet and it makes me so happy looking at it. I adore Sydney's guitar. She also did such a good job drawing the shoes!!
--Then we've got the first piece I Commissioned from DT, which yes, I am still not over. It's Bob and Linda based on my "Linda is deaf" AU, and takes place during the episode Something Old, Something New, Something Bob Caters For You, which explains the super cute outfits. But if you've seen my Tumblr at all, you already know all of this, as I've rambled about this piece way too much. But she just did the greatest job on it. Their expressions?? The way you can see Bob signing "yes" with his hand?? Perfect. No notes.
--Next to that, we've got a Boblin piece that DT sketched up and dedicated to me and it makes me so 🥺 Look at them being so happy together. I swear, I am so unwell about Boblin.
--And finally, at the very bottom, we've got a piece I Commissioned from @carnivaldemon of Gene and Alexis. It came out so cute I actually squealed, giggled, and kicked my legs when she sent it to me. The way Alexis is holding an ice cream cone and has a heart on their shirt?? The way Gene is wearing overalls and holding his keyboard and leaning over to kiss Alexis on the cheek?? I can't. Yes, all of those things are things I specifically requested, but still--
#art wall#i'm sure there are even more pieces i could've printed out and put on here but i'm going to run out of space--#i just want to give a HUGE thank you and shoutout to all of these incredibly talented artists who drew/dedicated art pieces to me#it genuinely means so much to have so many amazing artists put their all into making art for me#this probably won't be the last you'll be seeing of me artists because i'll probably be invading your dms and asking for another piece#also if you can afford it PLEASE commission all of these artists because they're amazing. especially dt
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Just wanted to say that I'm so fascinated and loving the vampire!Steve universe in the WAM 🖤 As you know I have a weak spot for dark Steve in general, but this vampire master Steve is something else entirely! The way you write him, the nuances about him, just deliciously rich in flavor and sensation.
And I'm very intrigued and invested into his dynamics with Ransom, as well Cole, and others. Of course I can't wait to see how he traps Sunshine in that sticky dark web of his and what kind of relationship develops between them, but I'm generally invested and hungry for any detail of that universe and that Steve 👀🖤
Eva!! Thank you so much! I'm just so thrilled that other people seem to be as obsessed with vampire!Steve as I am. He has completely taken over my 2024 (seriously, I think I first thought of him on, like, Jan 2nd) and I am so fine with that.
There's just so much to him and it's been really fun to explore. He seems to have very different dynamics with the people in his life, but the one factor that all of his relationships have in common is that he is in charge and I've really enjoyed all the different ways that's manifested so far.
I first introduced him in I Can't Sleep Cause My Bed's On Fire as just a fun, hot foil for Ransom and Little Rabbit and I foolishly thought that's all he'd ever be, but as I started to expand this AU, I quickly realized he had to be the center of it. His gravitational pull is just too strong!
One thing I haven't really touched on yet, but we're starting to see, is his place in the wider vampire world. He's very powerful with a high standing. But he's only around 250 years old, give or take. He was turned during the American Revolution. He's definitely the oldest vampire we've met, but you have to think that there are ones that are a thousand years or older. So all of his power can't just be from age. What makes him so powerful, so respected? What has he done to get himself here?
I'm also excited to dive more into his thing with Bucky. We got little hints of it in I Can't Sleep... but we'll definitely see more in Dance Hall Days and maybe even Sunshine's story too!
Oh my god, I could ramble on about him for ages and I'm not sure I actually gave you any information you actually wanted. 😂 Thank you for the ask my dear! My inbox is always open for vampire!Steve screeching.
Kris's 700 Celebration
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Could you do Cody or Fox for the music thing? Thank you 💖
Thanks for the ask!! And for the two excellent choices. I ended up doing both :) I'll list the songs first then share some details below the cut:
Cody:
Holy Grail - Hunters and Collectors
Shelter - Porter Robsinson
Way Out There - Lord Huron
Fox:
Typhoons - Royal Blood
Uprising - Muse
Normalisation Blues - AJJ
Anyone else who wants a 3 song playlist on a character of their choice, please feel free to drop a name in my inbox!
My favourite lyrics from each song and some character rambling below:
Cody:
I love Cody so goddamn much okay he's such a good character for the little we see of him. He's strong but gentle and so scarily competent but he doesn't ask for glory. He's absolutely lethal in a fight but he still tries to end conflict with peace and negotiation wherever he can. He falls so easily into the "big brother" role and gives so much of himself to his brothers without hesitation.
He knows the clones' lot in life and instead of fighting against the inevitable, he puts his strength into fighting for his brothers. The songs I chose (it wasn't an easy choice lol) ended up having a common thread of fighting on despite knowing you'll never have a place in history or be remembered like you should. Because I love to make myself sad about Cody.
Holy Grail - Hunters and Collectors
Started out seeking fortune and glory
It's a short song, but it's a hell of a story
When you spend your lifetime
Trying to get your hands on the holy grail
...
I followed orders, God knows where I’ve been
But I woke up alone, all my wounds were clean
I’m still here
I’m still a fool for the holy grail
Shelter - Porter Robinson
When I'm older, I'll be silent beside you
I know words won't be enough
And they won't need to know our names or our faces
But they will carry on for us
...
And it's a long way forward, so trust in me
I'll give them shelter, like you've done for me
Way Out There - Lord Huron
I'm a long way from the land that I left
I've been running through life and cruising toward death
If you think that I'm scared, you've got me wrong
If you don't know my name, you know it now
I belong bodily to the earth
I’m just wearing old bones from those who came first
There are many more flames when mine is gone
They will build me no shrines and sing me no songs
Fox:
Okay I've never really been a Fox girlie but the more I think about him the more I do love exploring his whole deal with being closest to the Chancellor during the war.
Typhoons - Royal Blood
These songs ended up being incredibly angsty and mostly about having your own mind turned against you, inspired by the idea that Fox always had his inhibitor chip slightly active to keep him compliant with Palpatine's orders. Especially when Fox's own free will ran explicitly counter to what he was ordered to do - i.e. shooting down his own brother. I still haven't forgiven him for Fives
The last song is actually about the US, it was released in 2020 about Trump's presidency, but oddly enough I think it fits pretty well in this scenario too lol...
Flashbacks, I’m not letting go
Tear me up, cast a shadow
I got game face, but it’s all for show
Can’t give it up, blow my cover
...
My thoughts becoming parasites
They live to keep me terrified
I tell myself I’ll be alright
Typhoons keep on raging, and I don’t know why
Uprising - Muse
Paranoia is in bloom
The PR transmissions will resume
They’ll try to push drugs that keep us all dumbed down
And hope that we will never see the truth around
Another promise, another scene
Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed
And all the green belts wrapped around our minds
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined
Normalisation Blues - AJJ
I can feel my brain a-changin’, acclimating to the madness
I can feel my ourrage shifting into a dull, despondent sadness
I can feel a crust growing over my eyes like a falcon hood
I’ve got the normalisation blues
This isn’t normal, this isn’t good
I’m detached and I’m distracted, all keyed up but unproductive
Vacillating between being all excited and disgusted
And then dozing lackadaisically in this bubble where I’ve made my mental home
Connection’s more important now than it ever was, but I’d rather be alone
#thank you again for the ask this was so fun#i love to overthink both song lyrics and my favourite characters so this got me so invested#sw tcw#commander cody#commander fox#ask game#character playlist#answers#cc 2224#cc 1010
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howdy, it is the 🕺 anon again. i will share some of my rin itoshi thoughts because he is so?!,#&#:$^<×;#*#;#>@;#&#;#> probably extremely ooc but fluff
- rin who, after the u-20 match, got out of blue lock and the first thing he did was go to your house to see you, his chilhood best friend and now highschool sweetheart
- rin who is a dirty little liar and tells you that his parents are out helping sae with his visa for spain, so he is locked out of his house due to the fact thst his parents are in another country and since he didn't expect to get trapped in a football facility for 3 months (idk how much time they've been in there ☹️🤞) he dosen't have his keys (he already knew before that his parents were gonna go, and his parents actually asked him if he needed keys and he said no)
- rin who internally screams when you tell him that he can spend the night at your place whenever he wants (although he was 99% sure this would happen)
- rin who then lets you ramble abt everything that has happened to you since he got stuck in bllk while he stares at you with so much admiration and love while you talk </3
- until you tell him that you went to see him in the u-20 match as soon as you got the news he was going to play, then he blushes a little and internally screams again
-rin who already had left some pairs of his clothes at your home before bllk happened (cheeky mf) so he dosen't have to worry abt climbing to the window in his parents home to get spare clothes.
- rin who helps you make dinner and then washes the dishes saying "its the least I can do" although you told him not to
-rin who can't sleep in the couch so he gets up, goes to your room, opens the door and stands in your doorstep like 🧍♂️while asking if he can sleep on your bed tonight
- rin who literally almost killed you from how hard he was hugging you while cuddling him
- rin who falls asleep easier knowing you're by his side and that sae still dosen't have a partner like he does 💪💪💪
might expand on how rin almost dies when you and him encountered the rest of the bllk team while you 2 were out on a date, but thats a thing for later!!!!!
thank you for reading my rin itoshi brainrot thoughts, have a good day/afternoon/night
- 🕺anon
YOU ARE SOOOOO CORRECT FOR THIS ONE. ooc rin is the best rin tbh- but i feel like with his character, u just never know :,( ANYWAYS love the hc nevertheless bc i think u are vv correct for them- plus, they are ALL SOOO CUTE !!!
i literally have nothing to add to your headcanons, i was almost selfish enough to keep this in my own inbox for my own sake but then i was like oh what the heck, the world deserves to read these itoshi rin hc !!!!!
amazing, as always, 🕺anon. splendid. fell in love all over again with itoshi rin tbh <3
the sae part was uncalled for but SO true. also the cuddling part 😭
#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ constellation: 🕺 anon#earf's favourites (real)#itoshi rin x reader#<tagging this bc everybody deserves to see these headcanons 🕺 but u have full cred - i didn't write this !!!!!!!
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oh?😟 there are… 1k of you already here, following me??🥺 i swear yesterday it was just barely 900 how i did i get almost 100 in a day—
giggling screaming crying throwing up rainbows—anyways! thank you thank you thank youuuu!🥺😭 omg it’s only been a little over a month and i’m genuinely floored by how fun, kind and accepting this fandom is!! for many kind words i have received and friends and moots i’ve made on the way, i can’t thank you enough!!!
i remember on sept 20, right after jjk 236 dropped, i was having such a bad day at work and combined with the leaks, i decided that i want to start my own blog on a whim. and i’m so glad that i did ❤️
it’s so fun to log into tumblr after my draining job each day, seeing how you all interact with my fics. for those who left comments and tags in reblogs, know that i really appreciate you and that i’m sosososo happy to see you!!🥺 and those who asked to be tagged and left comments in “unholy matrimony”, you will always have a special place in my little heart—the first ones who made my day!!!🤧
as a little thank you, i’ll whip something up as a milestone event !!! but most likely i’ll post it by the next week or possibly the week after, preferably after i got some requests done first (as of right now i still have like 5 untouched asks in the inbox and 9 in the drafts😭)
in the meantime, if it isn’t too much of a bother… can you drop by my askbox just to tell me which fic of mine that’s your favorite the most and why??🥹 i just want to know so that i can better suit my future writings accordingly 👉👈
okaaaay that’s it for my longest rambling slash announcement yet—this is morning here and i’m gonna go to office soon. wherever you are, please do take care of yourself, stay healthy and have a good day!!!🫶🏻✨
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I know I'm late but if you are still doing rhe fanfiction ask may I ask 🖊 🌝 📥? Thank you and I hope you are feeling better now!❤ have a nice day!!
omg not late at all!!! ;)c i'm ALWAYS happy to ramble on about this stuff, hehe - and thank yooooou! i hope you're having a lovely day too! <3
🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.
When you got down to brass tacks, he’d always known where the Washington girls were. There was no losing track of them, no having to scan frame after frame of surveillance footage for a flash of pale skin among the trees. Beth, he suspected, hadn’t moved much in the six years he’d been away, and unless Annie Cline had grown some sort of conscience (or spine) in his absence, Jack thought he very likely could’ve trekked up that damned mountain tomorrow and found the girl waiting in the exact spot where last he’d seen her, not a hair out of place.
As for Hannah…that one was another story. He wouldn’t find her on, in, or around the mountain if he went looking, but it hadn’t always been that way. There had never been a need to go looking for her, not before that night in 2015—she’d been happy enough to make herself known to anyone who called out. She’d been friendly that way.
🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?
okay, i'm gonna cheat here juuuuuuuust a little because it's not ONE character but TWO: the more i replay the quarry, the more i realize i really, really love the little pieces-parts of jacob and kaitlyn's friendship, and the more i really, really want to dive into that and write more for both of them. i don't have any IDEAS for that as of right now, but.......i just feel like their dynamic is super fun, and there's so much HISTORY there!
📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?
oh gosh, before i answer seriously i just want to say i've been super, super fortunate to get the comments and messages i have, and ANY time i see a message pop up in my inbox over on ao3 or here on tumblr, my heart sooooooars!!! any comment - literally ANY comment on ANY fic - means the world, and i revisit them ALL when i'm having rough days, whether they be walls of keysmashes or a single little heart 🥰
BUT since that wasn't the question, the serious answer is, surprise, the (almost)s and/or like wringing blood from a stone. they're my big, chunky, emotional longfics, and since they ARE heavier, every single time i get a comment on one of them, i'm just. beside myself. they're very personal projects, and so when people tell me they've even just clicked to give them a CHANCE..........honestly, there's no beating it hahaha!!! that being said, i for sure know longfics aren't for everybody, so i never, ever, EVER expect anyone to go tackling those stories JUST because they're my babies aslkdjfalksjdlfkjslkdjf
ask me stuff about my wips!
#torahime#asks#queenie writes supermassive#hehehe thank you so much for the ask AND the well-wishes!!! <333333#really made me smile today :)
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Hi I sent in the original moss ask and I just wanna say it turned out so much better than I could’ve even imagined, like I don’t have words to put towards how fucking important that piece is to me. You captured the feeling and vibe of forests and seas so well, I mean I literally live in Alaska but you painted such a perfect picture of it. And the fae aspects, the macabre undertones, the longing, the nostalgia,, like I really can’t even describe it all cause I get choked up. It almost feels like you wrote it for me personally, like I know I requested it but you detailed how the forest and the rivers call for you in an ancient romantic rumbling and I didn’t even mention that, I’ve felt that all my life with no words to put to it. I especially loved the part describing all the little trinkets he leaves, and how the house starts to overgrow with vines and moss. It was so so perfect. It felt like a song that manages to touch all the parts of your soul and describe how you feel perfectly even when you can’t quite decipher it yourself. I’m sorry to ramble. It just means so so much to me, thank you for writing it. Easily my favorite piece of literature I’ve ever read and I can’t believe my stupid little moss bed thought inspired such pure poetry. I can’t go visit the forests or the ocean as much as I used to because I’m chronically ill, and I miss them more than anything, so this feels like it helped heal something in my longing heart. Thank you.
Thank you so much for this. I needed to have a giant cry before I could really sit down and respond, and so. Here I am. Stuffy nosed and red-eyed and still weeping.
The imagery you used in your ask, about the soft bed of moss below your fingers and the forest arching above you, was really what made everything click into place. I could see this massive shadow over everything, enclosed by a huge canopy. The cold forest floor. The soft echos through the treeline. And when I got to Alaska, I immediately knew which forest I was going to use. It did end up becoming a mishmash of all my favourite things - especially Giant Sequoia, which does not natively grow in Alaska - but it was largely meant to capture the same hauntingly beautiful atmosphere of Tongass National Forest, particularly the inlet near Ketchikan. I'm a bit obsessed with the PNW - especially the coast with these massive trees so close to the waters.
The fae aspects were very loose, admittedly 😅 I wanted to go full out with that aspect of mythology but I couldn't really see Price giving them something to eat, so I switched it to something modern. A pub that might not even exist, and a drink you can't refuse. Little things showing up at your doorstep that are too pretty to throw away so you put them inside but now they have a life of their own, and grow up the walls and across the floorboards. The haunting sense of something urgently calling you. A whisper of your name in a quiet room. The wind howling at you between the trees.
It got a bit dark, in many places, but I loved the idea of Price pining away while you have his chiseled heart locked in your childhood jewelry box. The most precious trinket of all.
I saved the ask to my phone so I could keep coming back to it while I wrote everything down, trying to capture the atmosphere you inspired. The lush descriptions of the forest, the moss, the sense of ease and languor - it immediately ensnared my attention and made me almost desperate to write this down as quickly as a I could.
This would not have existed if you didn't send in such a beautiful ask, so it is, without a doubt, yours. I just put the words together.
I agonised a lot over whether or not you'd enjoy this, so seeing this in my inbox honestly made me so incredibly weepy. I felt like it was taking ages to put together, but ahh, the way you laid out the scene made me fall in love with the idea of this little world trapped between the unforgiving ocean and a sprawling forest full of secrets. It wasn't a want, but a need. I needed to make this come to life. I needed to try and capture an iota of beauty you painted, and to try and transcribe the feelings I felt reading it into this. I'm honestly so incredibly happy I managed to do that for you. Thank you so much! I'm gonna go cry another river now 🖤
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I really don't mean to come off as mean or demanding because it's insane to expect people to know everything about... everything - the only thing that made me a little upset about your original post was the fact that you really can't be sure of overwolf's statements, since they're probably trying really hard to avoid being subject to a boycott, and you have a lot of followers. I'm sad people were mean about it since you obviously didn't mean anything bad by it and are going through tough times as well. If you have a kofi I'd be more than happy to donate 🩷 we all deserve help, no matter the size of our problems, Ceci
Thank you dear nonny, I apologize that I made you upset! Clearly I just don't know enough about this subject, and obviously have bias by the situation I am in too. But it's so tough when people look to you to make a statement immediately, you know? If you don't say anything quick enough, people get fucking furious and say you're ignoring it. I had anons within hours of that tweet saying I support literal genocide because I had posts on cf which is absolutely ridiculous. But I hate jumping into a statement fast, because as we saw here, half the time new stuff comes to your attention afterward that makes you look like a jackass, people attack you like you're the devil incarnate for not knowing everything, etc. I've been really confused and conflicted by all this, I see one thing and then more info that conflicts that and then more that conflicts that. I trusted the original poster that added Overwolf's statements because they were the one to bring this up in the first place, and I didn't see anything conflicting that on their tweet (Like additional sources etc). But immediately after I posted their tweet, well, you see how that one turned out. I was thinking about privating that post but I don't want anyone to think I deleted it- but should I? I don't want it to be misleading. Or should I reblog it with additional/updated info? Yall, please let me know. I am so lost these days mentally.
I am really sorry that I upset people though with that. And I was being honest when I said I've lost sleep over this and all this suffering weighs heavy on my heart. I think most of yall that have been with me for a long time know that I'm one of those people that just wants to fix everything and when I can't it's just devastating and I can't get it off my mind. And choosing between participating in a boycott and being able to pay for meds is not something I would wish on anybody. Especially when you got people coming on your post calling you privileged, disgusting, hypocrite, etc because you didn't delete your cc posts fast enough for their liking. The money i'm waiting on from cf is money I already earned. They already got the damn ad revenue. I aint earning them more money because I aint uploading anything else there, I'm waiting for what's already owed to me. But to people on simblr who likely don't even pay their own bills, that's worthy of some goofy callout post calling you genocidal. Over freaking sims 4 cc. It's mind boggling.
Anyway, I'm going on too long again lmfao. Let me say again, thank you nonny, I appreciate you. I think I have an old ko-fi account somewhere, I'm going to get it set up so people can tip here and there if they like my cc and don't care for patreon. I'm also gonna start doing commissions soon. And on that note if anyone has any suggestions for how to format that feel free to send them to my inbox. Along with any other related suggestions. ...alright, I think I'm done rambling fr 😂 love you nonny 💜
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hi!! new zealand rabbit anon here again! i hope i’m not a bother but i love your posts and love adding my own advice and stories!
but for those wondering about rabbits in the heat, i raise in texas, my rabbits live outside year round, and here’s how i’ve managed!
- for starters, the wire hutch thing is totally true. my rabbits have large wire hutches with lots of air flow, and a roof raised about six inches above the tops of the cages to provide even more air flow. the cages are large enough for them to completely stretch out in (which they should be regardless) and they spend most of the summer days stretched out to get what little breeze they can. the hutches are also placed in the most sheltered and shady part of the yard, so they only have direct sunlight for a few hours a day at most
- electrolytes!! i bought a huge bottle from allthingsbunnies.com for pretty cheap and it’s lasted me multiple years. i try to provide them year round but especially in the summer. they increase water intake and help them to hold onto that hydration. super awesome!
- RABBIT POPSICLES! i love making these haha. i chop up some fruit, throw it in muffin tins, fill them with water and freeze for a few hours. the rabbits love them, and they’re a fun and enriching way to get them a bit of extra water for some tasty treats. i mostly use strawberries because that’s what we have on hand always, plus they have lots of water. i also occasionally, on those 100 degree days, provide ice packs. i tried the frozen water bottles but just like you, mine chewed right though them. now i use the hard plastic ice packs that can resist all kinds of chomping and stretching, and give the rabbits something cold to lick and lean against
i’ve been meaning to try out the granite/ceramic tile thing but never got around to it. thankfully my rabbits are pretty heat resistant, and i’ve never had a heatstroke yet! (anxiously crossing fingers lol)
and sorry, one last ramble for the other ask you answered. rabbit bucks are so sweet! mine would make a fantastic pet, and likely will when he’s ready to retire from the breeding scene. he’s cuddly, friendly, smart, and totally brave and curious about new things. he loves to be held. he won’t let me pour his food in the morning if he doesn’t get adequate head scratches first. if he’s outside in his playpen and not getting enough attention, he’ll jump the fence and come over for cuddles. the only downside is that he’s a sprayer. i’ve gotten it in my mouth before 💀. otherwise the sweetest rabbit you’ll meet.
my does are certainly not the same! even after having them for three years, one still doesn’t like me, and the other has only just started liking me within the last six months. they are much more temperamental, the only exception being when they are pregnant and nursing, likely from the oxytocin going on. i adore them regardless, but honestly if you’re looking for a sweet rabbit, get a buck!
thus ends my miles long ask. apologies for totally rambling in your inbox. have a lovely day!!
No need to apologize for the rambling - you've made such awesome additions here!!! Thanks so much for the ask!
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