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20 Questions for Writers
Tagged by @bleue-flora (I am sorry it took so long it's been like a month I was procrastinating)
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
22, because my brain hates to stay focused on one idea at a time and I just have to make everything worse. I've got a lot more half-formed ideas and three-paragraph beginnings of fanfiction too <3
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
124,920 - that's...a lot. And it's only been about a year, so yay!
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Dream SMP. I'm lurking in a couple other fandoms (mostly the Locked Tomb and Dragon Age), but I haven't written anything for those yet.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
1. Off the Planned Course
Not that surprising because it's one of the fics I've been writing the longest, is the longest of my actual stories (so not counting Whumptober stuff), and it also has the most people reading it (I blame including the Syndicate for that). It's probably my favorite too, so the validation is really nice (even if I keep getting writer-blocked by it).
2. Unfortunate Circumstances
Also one of the long ones, so it makes sense that it's on this list. Also, literally the second Dream SMP fic idea I ever had, so it's great that it's still going.
3. Easier Said Than Done
This one I kind of feel bad about - I decided to change a few details a while ago and I'm still not done with editing the old stuff so I can start on new chapters, so I really haven't been writing much for it recently (i.e in the past six months). Maybe this will get me to work on it again but I wouldn't hold out hope. It's not abandoned, but it's still basically on hiatus.
4. Shared Scars
I really like this one, but I didn't really expect anyone would read it because it was just a random AU with no basis in canon about two side characters, y'know? It's just really fun to write.
5. Dive Deep Into The Dark
This one is the one that surprised me, because it's just a collection of Whumptober oneshots that I wrote in like an hour each. But, hey, apparently people liked that, so yay?
5. Do you reply to comments? Why or why not?
Whenever I can, because they're taking the time out of their day to read my stuff and going the extra step of leaving a comment, and because I just like talking about my stories and stuff <3
6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Okay, this and the next question are kind of difficult because I am allergic to finishing anything, ever, and that means I have to stick to oneshots, but I'd say either everything I've ever written for a Whumptober prompt (because those are all terrible, basically) or Old Habits Die Hard (Old Reliances Die Harder) because it's an angsty canon-compliant (ish) oneshot where nothing is resolved and everything is just terrible. In my longer fics, I don't really plan for tragic endings, because the ending should be happy even if the journey there wasn't, or else the whole things sad and there's not really any point.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Again, only oneshots count for this, so I'd probably say burn the scorecards, balance out the scales, because the ending is hopeful and probably the best possible outcome via rivals duo.
8. Do you get hate on your fic?
Not really, which is great. The most I ever get is a confused comment or someone making assumptions, and that's all fine.
9. Do you write smut?
No, and I don't plan to.
10. Do you write crossovers?
No, but I have some ideas I might write that involve crossovers and I might write them eventually.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No, I have not <3
13. Have you ever co-written a fic?
No, but I would like to in the future.
14. What‘s your all-time favorite ship?
Drunz, for sure. It's the ship that really got me into the fandom and I've always liked that sort of toxic codependence even though they're terrible for each other.
15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
All of them? Well, besides that, I'd probably have to say Off the Planned Course, because, although I really love it, I have no idea how to end that thing or when.
16. What’s your writing strengths?
Absolutely no idea, maybe internal monologues? It's hard to evaluate your own writing.
17. What’s your writing weaknesses?
Dialogue. 100% dialogue. I get in my head about if it sounds natural or if anyone would ever say that or if I'm writing a character right and then it turns about clunky because I'm too busy worrying about it.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I don't have a problem with it, but you should provide translations in that situation so the readers have context and know what's going on.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Dream SMP
20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?
Probably Off the Planned Course, there are some chapters were I was just having the time of my life writing that thing even if they were immediately followed by two months of struggle.
Not tagging anyone because it's been ages and I'm bad at doing anything quickly so yeah. Also, it's my birthday today and time is really fucking weird <3
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HIHIHI OKAY UHH
COULD I GET A DRAXUM X BAT YOKAI READER?
Like the same kind as the librarian from the library episode but,, not her
Okay bye tyy
A/N: HEHEHHEHHE! I PROMISE I DID(N'T) PROCRASTINATE! I got this idea from the Extremely goofy movie.
Paring: baron draxum x yokai!reader (Yokai type: Nobusuma)
Gender: G/N
Yokai Info: https://yokai.com/nobusuma/
Summary: Yall meet at a FREAKING LIBRARY LETS GO
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Baron Draxum isn't the type for reading, But when he first saw you he was amazed. He didn't know anything so beautiful. You were tall and Fluffy-ish, and you had this bubbly personality that most Librarians didn't have. That's probably why he strayed away from libraries the librarians were mean.
He walked up to your desk, You were in a suit. Which was something new, You were in a H/L (Hair length) Was hanging down, and you were stamping some things. You look up at him with a raised eyebrow. He smiles a bit.
"Hello, I'm l-looking for a book, about- uh-" Baron started to studder then looked at you again. "Actually, I'm not looking for a book."
"What are you here for?" You smile slightly and He sighs.
"I was wondering if you Would want to go on a date?" He muttered, You blinked and smiled a bit.
"I mean, I get off at 10 pm I don't think you would want to wait up for me." You have a slight blush. You had noticed him hanging out around the library when you worked. So you figured that he was plotting murder or stalking someone when you were there.
"I wouldn't mind waiting for you!" Baron said. You smile and nod. He started to jump up and walk off. "See you tonight."
"See you tonight." You repeated. Your heart was going half an hour a mile. You couldn't wait for that date.
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Thank you for reading. If you want a Pt. 2 let me know in the comments!
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90 DAYS OF PRODUCTIVITY
With @voidsteffy and @docta1228
Day 8/90
26th September 2023
An okay-ish day.
This morning, i felt really down. My father called me up at 6 and I didn't wake up till then. Even after I woke up, i spent my time on the phone for about an hour. Then I decided "I don't have time to bath now" (LOOK AT THAT GIRL YOU HAD A WHOLE HOUR) and i just changed my shirt, brushed and went off for class (didn't even have time for breakfast).
TRW: first class; end of class assignment was given( it's a pair assignment always); me and my friend completed it quickly and ran off to the food court in the block. I had breakfast and felt at peace.
Gen physics: 2nd class; we solved a few questions
Engineering graphics lab: 3rd class for the day; went really bad that the instructors were worried abt me.
General bio tutorial: we had our bio quiz. It went pretty fine.
General math tutorial: was really chaotic. These two girls sitting behind me we're giggling for every single thing for god's sake 🙄
In breaks, i wrote a bit of bio notes and after returning to my room, i learnt a bit of c programming (theory part).
I also washed my clothes on which I had been procrastinating for too long really.
Below the cut, I just wrote a meaningful thing today.
In the morning when i felt shitty, I texted my father.
Translation: "i feel like I can't do this"
About 10 minutes later I called him and he only checked the message then. He asked me what was wrong and I told how c programming and eg are really problematic for me. We talked about it for a while. Talking to him really made me feel better. He deserves everything.
I told him how ma said "you can just keep failing, crying and saying sorry" and he said "don't mind all that". I told how it's difficult to not mind it when it's my own mother who says that and he said "if it was anyone else, you can tell them it's none of their business. But since it's your mother you can think oh it's just my mother, it's okay"
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20 questions for fic authors
Thank you for tagging me, @candyskiez!!! I shall use this wisely (to procrastinate. And to ramble because I love rambling). Tagging @pascal-oswell @justmagicalgirl and @drbtinglecannon if you wanna do it, if not, that's okay!
1. How many fics do you have on ao3?
36, which would probably be insane to me a couple of years ago, but they're nothing compared to the amount of wips I have, enlisted or not (please, send help).
2. What's your total ao3 word count?
170,058! Nice
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Mainly The Owl House.
I have a couple of fics for the Shadowhunter Chronicles, mostly The Last Hours (though I do have a Wicked Powers wip) but I haven't had the most pleasant experiences in the TSC fandom so that'll probably be it.
Oh! I do have 4-ish Mob Psycho 100 fics in the works and a Star Wars one.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
So, what was your name again? No surprises there, it's still lowkey insane to me how much attention that one got
Sentimental, grieving to survive: I think we all were longing for the family reunions after Thanks to Them, so I get it too
Operation 'Make Darius like me': If I had to pick something as my fic writing legacy, it would be Hunter causing Darius psychic damage by saying"meow-meow" in the most deadpan expression in the world
Long lost lies: I remember being sooo excited to write this one and then having a mental illness episode in the middle of it so overall it's funny it came out nice
An unsung melody, mine for safekeeping: I think this was like my third fic??? And it's just pure fluff so... really nice to have it here
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I do! I cherish each comment dearly so I try to reply to them all within the week. Though I have been going Through It the past couple of months, so I've been falling behind on that :( I love them tho, I'm kinda sad when I don't get any
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Okay, it's either "Loyalty Binds you" or one of my puppet Dadrius reunions which is, in retrospective, incredibly funny because I wrote those 3 one after the other, no hurt/comfort to be found.
I would argue the puppet ones have some hopeful undertones tho, so perhaps "Loyalty Binds you", especially because there's no hopeful ending in sight unless the whim strikes me to write it. It exists. In my head.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I write SUCH cheesy endings, you have no idea, I'm generally not one to leave things in a sad note because I'm too soft for that. But if I have to pick, I woud say "So, what was your name again?" if only because the ending is happy like in most of my fics, but this one, because it's a reunion fic, has a ecstatic sort of quality, I would say.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I have gotten a couple of weird comments, but not hate, no.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Girl, I can barely write people kissing, this is asking too much from me. In all seriousness, I mostly write found family, so no smut here.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Same as candyskiez said, I prefer to write AUs in the setting of other media. I think crossovers can be fun but most of them aren't my thing, ngl.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Once as far as I know. When I went to ask the person to take it down, they deleted their whole profile so... win?
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Someone asked me once for permission to translate a fic to Russian, I believe, but I'm not sure if they went through with it.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Not really, but Will and I should really get on with the one we have planned. To be fair, I have not replied our unhinged planning in a While™ so it's mostly on me. Oops.
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
I don't think I have one. Half of the ships I like don't compel me to read fics about them and the other half feel to fresh to even begin to compete as all-time favorite.
If I had to pick tho, I'm going with Cecilos because they meant everything to me from like 14-17.
15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
All of them /j
Okay, kidding, I have been so exhausted lately in the writing department buuuut probably "Children of Dust and Ashes". I still love the concept and ideas I had for it but the one other person who cared about it is an ex-friend and as I mentioned before, TSC is a tricky fandom for me so I don't think I can cheerlead myself into finishing this one. I'm sorry to the like... 2 people who seemed interested.
16. What's your writing strengths?
You think I know myself that much? /j
Um. I'm gonna say characterization? I don't think it's perfect, but I do try to keep it consistent and it's something people have praised before so let's go with it.
17. What's your writing weaknesses?
In theory I know a shit ton of vocabulary. In practice, I feel like the language I use is too basic, which I blame a bit on the language barrier, and my descriptions too simple, which is a problem for me in Spanish as well, so that one is all me lmao.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I eat that shit up. Of course, I think it also depends on the context, keep it consistent! Like if a character canonically sprinkles their speech with words/sentences in their own language, one should absolutely strive to imitate that.
I think adding the translations at the end as a note works well.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
In general in life? Lord of the Rings, especifically, about Gimli, he was my guy.
Actually posting online? I'm. Huh. I'd rather not say... I'm willing to say the second one was Voltron Legendary Defender, so you can imagine how bad the first one must have been.
20. Favorite fic you've ever written?
"Loving Echoes (In loving memory of Emperor Belos)" is one I was super fond of when I wrote it and I still think back to it when considering my best pieces. I just really liked writing the speech/monologue there.
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✨️ If you get this, answer with ten random facts about yourself, and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications. Anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog ✨️
Lol, thanks for tagging me, @arabianflowers!!!
Ok, let's see, I'm a pretty boring person, but let's go:
I am a huge mythology nerd, specifically Greek, Roman, Egyptian, and Norse mythology. This makes me a huge fan of all the books Rick Riordan wrote, but if you asked me if I liked the PJ movies, I will throw hands over the utter terribleness of those films.
I only crush on fictional men, and I have learned that my type is ✨hot, badass guys with long-ish dark hair. Also, most of my crushes are old enough to be my dad, which is weird.
I cannot shape my eyebrows correctly even if my life were depending on it. And my two eyebrows will never be symmetrically plucked no matter how long I've spent on them. Maybe cuz I have super shaky hands. As in shaking when I'm writing math problems out. Nail art is impossible for me.
I cannot do eyeshadow properly. I either look like a glitter bomb exploded over my eyeballs or a racoon with eyeliner. You know that scene in CATWS where Bucky shoots Nick Fury and Steve runs after him, and there's that one shot of Bucky with smudged eyeliner/eyeshadow? That's me whenever I try eyeshadow.
I'm Asian, specifically Chinese, but I was born in America (I'm a total ABC), and both my parents were born in Hong Kong and left before China took over.
I'm pretty good at math. I did Kumon as a kid (if you're Asian, you'll know this), and I got an award for doing 11th grade math as a 5th grader even though I didn't understand half of what I was doing because Kumon doesn't explain whatever the fuck polynomial functions are, and I only understood it like several years later.
I'm the biggest procrastinator you'll ever meet, but it works for me. I once started an entire persuasive essay like five hours before the due date, and I still got a perfect score. I shouldn't be proud, yet here I am. Although I did recently learn leaving all assignments to do Friday night when they're due gives me stress acne, and I broke out yesterday.
I've never been diagnosed for it, but I think I have some form of social anxiety. Whenever I have to talk or meet people I don't know, I get really nervous and can't speak. Especially when I'm there to learn something I don't know, I get very self conscious cuz I always think I'm doing worse than everyone else. I'll be very awkward and quiet, but once I feel comfortable with you, I'm loud as fuck and you'll never have another moment of quiet with me.
I have a super dark, very edgy, and pretty shitty sense of humor that only I laugh at and worries most people. My humor probably makes me sound like a serial killer and offends 90% of people, so I've learned to stop making jokes.
I have issues. And one of them is that I think being dark and depressed makes me sound cool, but I can't help it.
There you go, 10 very random facts about me. I probably sounded like a psychopath after that, but yeah. Let me know what you think!
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HEYYYYY GIRL!!!!! its me anon sofi after SO LONG, I’ve already finished my first semester so I just started winter vacations yeyy (bc here in Argentina is winter and super cold lmao) sososo I’m going to catch up with everything you’ve written and cheer you on. Let me tell this month was SO stressful, with finals and all, but thank god I got the best grades (your girl is smart, got a total of 9,5 this semester（＾ν＾) ). Still, im very tired BUT I got the best writer in the world in front of me who put out a fic while I was gone, which means I’m gonna get relaxed and read it cause I know it’s going to be the very best ever. Now lets stop talking about me and TELL ME ABOUT YOU!!!! How’s your day?? How are you?? What are you up to??? Have you listened to a new song or discovered a new artist??? Watched a good movie recently?? Tell me everything and anything. I’ll read allll of it, even if it’s 15k words, I’ll take my time and read every single letter. You’re amazing and it makes so happy seeing so content and energetic, you have no idea. Remember to take care of yourself, stay safe and ilysmmmmm. Sending you goodie vibes all the way from here to wherever you are (⌒▽⌒) ♡
Helloooo anon soffiiii ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝
This is going to be a bit of a long one~
It has indeed been a very long time since we last talked!!! [though much to my fault I've not been good at answering at the moment] I hope your vacations go well and that you’ve got some fun plans for the winter [which I should add is the best season in my opinion]. I'm a big soup enjoyer so I hope you get some good soup in your system to keep you warm.
I have not written much since my ‘return’ [if can even call it that], but I hope you enjoy it. There is a very late Valentine’s Day post with schlatt, a part two of the Charlie fic and two Ted headcanons [head canons, me doing hcs? crazy. maybe I might get into it].
Im assuming that the 9.5 is out of a whole marking of 10? I’m thoroughly impressed just have to say, you are indeed a very smart girl, especially in college since many [including me] are just trying to get by with passing grades. It’s nice to see when someone works hard and gets the fruit of their labour- you did amazing, proud of you dude ☆ദി ᷇ᵕ ᷆ )☆
As for me, I find myself still getting back into writing, like im walking up a steep hill to get back to where I used to be. I don’t know, I feel like I’m not writing the same as I used to but maybe that’s all in my head. Fun fact, I often read a lot before I write- sure I may only read horror, but it helps get the brain juices flowing. I’ve been pretty occupied with personal stuff and college and my brain not braining, which isn’t super fun to talk about so I’ll just skip that. Other than that, I’ve been playing quite a few games when I’m in the need to procrastinate. My goodness- I’ve had sessions where I play for 8-ish hours straight of Terraria or Stardew Valley. It’s not the healthiest, I know, my discord buddies have given me earfuls and many scolding as if I were a little child because of this (ᐡ ᐧ ﻌ ᐧ ᐡ) But in my defence, it’s so easy for me to play for hours because I have some Jaiden or Schlatt vod playing on another screen so the vibes of that gaming sessions are immaculate. I sit on the chair with my little blanket, water and a snack, one earphone playing the game sounds and the other is playing the vod, the lights are dim and everything is so cozy.
Oh, I’ve also been drinking these days. I never thought of touching alcohol in my entire life but here I am. I’ve been occasionally drinking some whiskey, which is considered a big boy drink for someone like me, a noob. But that is the only alcohol I can get my hands on. My mother does not know of my drinking and is promptly against it so I have been very careful with how much I drink. I do not condone drinking btw. I simply feel very silly when I do. Here is a little breakdown of how drinking affects me. When I’m two shots in, I start feeling it pretty quick. I drink between 5 to 10 shots and the way it affects me is by giving me a debuff of movement accuracy. Being a very articulate person, I have not been slurring when drunk. But I am walking a little silly lol, and swaying a little. Does this make me a lightweight? I have no frame of reference. But yeah, I think that was the most interesting and/or significant thing I’ve done.
It's always a pleasure hearing from you, our interactions are nothing less than sweet and its always welcomed. I hope you enjoy your vacation. Remember to take care of yourself and stay safe as well! Sending all the good vibes back to you ♡♡♡ ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡♡♡
[This is an answer to an old ask, written 8th April ( ˊᵕˋ ; ) I did not send it back then bc my brain was, unfortunately, giving me a hard time]
I hope you're doing well. I read your post asks (which was so so long ago im so sorry) and I hope you've found a new apartment. Since you mentioned Argentina's summer being so suffocatingly hot, you should be drinking ample amounts of water throughout the day. Where I live, it gets ridiculously dry and hot during the summer, so I keep quite a few bottles of water near my desk. Being in college myself, third year for me, trying to stay on top of all my classes is difficult but so rewarding at the same time. Almost too many people have said this but it's true, time management is everything. And of course, giving yourself breaks is important as well to not burn yourself out. You have truly been so sweet to me, even when I have failed to write and post anything for months, so I thank you very much. It is hard to come by such kindness on the internet.
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A bunch of complaining. Feel free to scroll past.
i.
am.
so.
fucking.
tired.
end of the school year (4 more days). assessment time. report card time. it’s fucking ridiculous how many tests FIRST GRADERS have to take. It’s so fucked up. do i procrastinate? yes. so is some of this (below) an issue i created for myself? yes...but only some of it.
Last thursday night (ok, I guess Friday morning): up until 2:30 (working/cleaning my house).
Friday: work. home. pack. drive halfway to st. louis.
Saturday: drive the rest of the way to st. louis. family time. lunch. visiting my brother’s family’s future home. high school graduation.
Sunday: drive back to lincoln.
Monday: i think i got to work around 6 or 6:30 a.m. I think I left around 8 p.m. i brought work home with me and worked until 1:30 a.m.
Tuesday: work from maybe 7:00-5:00, run errands, do a journaling “thing” (workshop? i don’t know what to call it). go to sleep at 8:30 p.m.
Wednesday: it’s worth mentioning that i cannot keep the days straight this week. like, at all. i have to consciously think about what day it is. ok. yesterday: work from 6 or 6:30 a.m. to 9:00 p.m. Take work home. work until 4 fucking o’clock this morning. sometimes i wake up at 4:00 a.m. I was hesitant to go to sleep because i was afraid i’d oversleep.
today: work 7:30-4:30. therapy. run to two stores (to buy items to reward students who are doing a good job. AKA buying shit to fill up my god damned prize box to bribe my students. desperate times....). i actually planned on going back to work on report cards. instead, i went back to work just to pick stuff up to work on them at home.
Food today
breakfast: 1/4 of a plain bagel.
lunch: 10-ish doritos
dinner (at fucking 8:45 p.m.): taco salad and chips and salsa.
that’s it. that’s all i’ve eaten today.
we have four days of school left.
i’m having all sorts of mixed emotions about not coming back next year.
there is so much that needs to be done before 9:00 tomorrow morning. report cards are due at 4:00 tomorrow afternoon. I have NEVER submitted my report cards late. It might happen tomorrow. it’ll take a miracle to get everything done.
One of my students will be gone the last three days of school (next week). i planned on having a lot of things to send home with him. but i haven’t had a chance to put things together. I better make a list so I don’t forget.
I have very little left to give.
4 more days.
so now it’s approximately 9:45. I’m going to sleep for a few hours and then get up really early (3:00?) to get shit done.
i haven’t even begun to work on packing/moving my stuff out of my classroom. that’ll have to wait until next week.
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Day 6: In Which I Somehow, Despite All Odds, Do Not Die.
My bus to Seville today departed an hour later - at 10am - and from 25 minutes less of a commute than it had from Lisbon, two days prior. Somehow, however, like an expanding foam, entirely filling whichever container it was schooshed into, except made of procrastination instead of foam, I found myself leaving the apartment with little time to spare; a tacky set of underarms - the morning shower being the first unnecessary addition to my schedule to face the cull; and just a hint of panic in my step.
I dropped into the next door supermarket to get some lunchtime supplies for the trip ahead, which I am glad I did as they proved invaluable later on, but they were sold to me by the slowest fucking checkout lady that has even lived on this earth and, I'll be honest, that did nothing to assuage my anxiety.
I waddled my heavy bag and tired soul the requisite nineteen minute walk to the bus station with some haste, however, and pleasingly found myself there with over ten minutes to spare. Just. What was I even worried about? Nothing, that's what.
Less pleasingly, I noticed that my bus was not on the departure board. I had read some absolutely dogshit reviews of the company with which I was due to travel, Alsabus, which included a number of reports of buses just not showing up. Steeling myself, like the big brave boy I am, I decided to just...ask.
“Is from here. No fixed number so is not on the board, but is here.” The lady behind the counter who was either quite friendly or already pre-emptively absolutely done with my shit and I couldn't tell which, told me.
“Oh-bree-gaddo” I replied, butchering her language and pushing her opinion of me firmly into the “done with shit” camp.
I sat for a few minutes, my fear of being stranded in what is genuinely a fairly disappointing place assuaged somewhat, until, to my mild surprise, my bus pootled into the station, three minutes early and with actually quite good signage describing its route, so I didn't have to peer awkwardy through the front window or talk to anyone to check.
Once aboard the bus, which I might even describe as “reasonably pleasant”, and had, of all things, an in-built entertainment system in the backs of each seat
... "Entertainment"
which I absolutely did not use due to a potent mix of having brought my own entertainment, a nasty case of screen-glare and an intense and pervasive disinterest in every single title it had on offer. Still, it was a nice touch.
The journey, which ended up taking an hour less than I had thought due to the time difference between Portugal and Spain, was, as I say, fairly pleasant, with only a couple of exceptions...
The first came in the form of a young-ish feller, who decided that 10:30am was the perfect time to wolf down a breakfast of an entire punnet of strawberries, a can of Monster energy drink, no less than four hard-boiled eggs and a carafe of bin-juice, which, yes, if you're keeping score is the most pungent series of things it is possible to ingest while on a hot bus. He then, after finishing this meal which would make someone with even the scantest interest in his wellbeing take him to one side to quietly ask “is everything okay at home?”, decided that he was neither sated, nor satisfied in offending only one of my senses and duly opened a huge, incredibly crunchy bag of crisps and chewed through he entire thing, one at a time, entirely with his mouth open. I decided that it was too early in the morning to be as furious as I was, however so being the bigger man, I put my headphones in, breathed into my jacket for the net three quarters of an hour and periodically kicked the back of his seat, quite hard. Problem solved.
The second blemish on the trip came in the form of a pair of old English couples (that a pair of old couples from England – Beowulf didn't get on board or anything like that), who hopped on board what I have to stress was a mostly empty bus
Sit somewhere else!
and immediately demanded that four happily settled people move seats because they were sitting in the ones assigned to Carol and Darren and Tony and other Carol. To the best of my knowledge you cannot book specific seats with an Alsabus ticket, meaning that their seats were randomly assigned and they had paid no extra for them. They had also boarded at the penultimate stop of the route and so could be confident that no one was going to get on board later and make them move, but still, they all insisted in their broad Essex accents, that four people get up an move for them, rather than just...sitting somewhere else.
Literally anywhere else!
I also had been sitting in the wrong seat, owing to my assigned one being occupied by a Portuguese couple that, I'll be honest, I did hate, though for entirely unrelated reasons. This meant that the true owner of my seat, who had just been displaced by the Karen-Squad was left roaming the bus, whispering “seat twenty one...” to himself, while looking for his spiritual home, like Moses in the desert.
“Oh, 21 is here” I said, indicating the seat I was in.
“ah” came the reply
“...Do you want me to move?”
The man surveyed the thirty or so empty seats that remained. He scoffed.
“...No, it's okay” and with that, just took an empty seat across the aisle from me, lay down and immediately fell asleep. That's how you be chill. Take note, everyone from Essex, probably.
The rest of the trip passed without much of a to-do and soon (much sooner than I expected but I mean that in terms of the length of the journey and not the actual time of day and it's important that I note that now for clever foreshadowing reasons, okay, bye) I was papped out of the bus and into the Plaza de Armas bus station, which was the bus station that I wanted to be dropped off at, but not the one that Alsabus had advertised that they would drop me off at. A boon for me, yes, though I have two more trips with Alsa booked for the remainder of this trip, which now has me slightly worried.
I checked the time. About an hour and a half to spare until the agreed-upon check in time at my new accommodation which I had agreed upon with the host, Carmen, and I note that now only for clever foreshadowing reasons, okay, bye. I also checked google maps. An hour and a half to walk to Carmen's apartment? Why that fits so neatly that it would foolhardy NOT to do it... (...clever foreshadowing etc etc)
And so I walked. First across a nice bridge and through a reasonably attractive business park - Y'know. As far as business parks go
...Phwoar...
before...I stood at the side of a motorway. A motorway I needed to cross and which was incredibly busy and also barricaded off. I checked my maps – this is where it wanted me to go, alright. Cool. Google Maps is drunk; that's helpful.
I backtracked for a full five minutes before I found an underpass, not noted to have existed by google, to take me through. I passed under, walked a few hundred feet and found myself on the dirt path leading underneath a bridge. I needed to be on top of that bridge. Google was instructing me to clamber up the muddy bank at its side. Google, my guy, what are you doing to me, here?
I clambered, sliding and slipping backwards the entire way, my heavy bag bringing me quite badly off balance until I finally reached the top. With one last triumphant step, I hoisted myself onto the tarmac once more and tweaked my opposing knee so badly in the process that I actually yelped out loud. It's okay though, no one was around to hear it – no one else would be stupid enough to walk this route.
“Okay” I reasoned, “I'm back on an actual, walkable surface now; this will be fine”. And it was. The Sevillian motorway on which I traipsed had both a lane for cars, one for bikes and those fucking electric scooters that everyone hates and a third for pedestrians.
“See? I'm clearly supposed to be walking this way” I reassured myself, internally. “They wouldn't have built a pedestrian path if – oh.”
The path ran out. Very abruptly, without warning but with several hundred meters still to walk. I considered calling it a day and jumping on a bus or tram or something, though a quick google told me that I was now beyond the point of the trip where being saved by public transport was a possibility. So I trudged sadly onwards. Walking in a fucking storm gutter.
Sick.
Eventually I peeled off and down some sketchy-ass dirt road that led along the side of the motorway
Ahh!
which eventually led me into a sort of...junkyard, or perhaps a mechanic's compound from a film where the trespassing character whom I would be playing's remains were later found fucked in a bush.
AHH!
The compound was also full of unchained, though mercifully friendly packs of Alsatians, who swarmed around me with great interest, which, if I'm honest, I did not like.
I, frankly, could not believe that Google Maps had, in earnest, suggested this fucking nightmare of a route to me. I have never regretted not getting a bus more in my life. Or at all to be honest, buses are terrible. But still, this time especially. I checked how much of the walk I had supposedly done. 35 minutes. Fuck me...
I sighed as best I could with the withering weight of my rucksack crushing my shoulders and lungs and plodded on. Straight into some kind of ramshackle riverside traveller camp.
AHH!
What the fuck was this route?! Every step I took detached me further and further from reality. I half expected to round the next corner and be met by a flying horse or a friendly bus-driver; both equally unlikely and honestly, both equally needed by my creaking bones.
I didn't meet a flying horse, or a friendly bus driver, however. I turned the next corner and was instead accosted by an aggressive donkey, who charged at me, forcing me to jump down the side of a muddy river-bank to escape. This is not a joke.
Twenty meters or so up the river, I pulled myself back onto the road, hoping that the raging mule had lost interest in me. He had – sort of. He still stared directly into my soul, presumably while going “nyerrr...” and shaking its hoof, but also was too far away from me to be bothered coming over to try to kick my head in.
Now back on track, the rest of the route stretched out ahead of me appeared to be a pretty ordinary riverside walk. I couldn't see any boggy fields or abandoned fairgrounds that I would have to walk through. Just a fairly pleasant 45 minute walk and I would be there. Then it started raining.
I walked, miserably, for the remainder of the journey, equally peeved by the rain and the near unbearable strain that my bag was placing on my shoulders and lower back until finally, I found myself around ten minutes away from Carmen's house. I stopped to sit down, have a cry and message her in a nearby park. My phone buzzed as soon as I took it out of my pocket. It was from Carmen.
“Please remember it is one hour more in Spain than Portugal, please tell me if you will be an hour later than you said before you arrive. I am not home”
It appeared that Carmen had decided on my behalf that I was going to not have taken account of the time difference between the two countries. I had. (Or rather Alsabus had...) and just assumed that I would be an hour later than I said. I wasn't. I was right on time. Sighing, I replied.
“About fifteen minutes from the apartment, but no rush!”. I did not mean that, though. I meant very big rush. Please come back immediately and let me inside your house so I can have a nap.
“Please find a cafe to have a coffee in, I will head home now” came the reply, fifteen minutes later, as I stood outside her front door. Cool. Cool cool cool.
I hobbled, unhappily into a nearby park and ate the remainder of my lunch in the rain, waiting for her to return. Eventually she did and I was let inside without any further muss or fuss.
Annoyingly, Carmen was incredibly pleasant and apologised profusely for not letting me in right away, apparently due to her needing to be at the hospital where her sick mother was being kept. Obviously that's fine and I'm immediately not angry any more, Carmen. You dick. You very pleasant dick. God.
I collapsed into my room, which was really quite nice and had proper industrial black-out blinds which really make the room properly pitch-black and are an absolute game-changer in terms of the quality of sleep I have been able to get since being here, and immediately napped for an hour and a half.
Awaking, absolutely terrified in complete darkness to the incredibly loud noise of a nearby rumba band performing at the bar across the street, I groaned myself back awake and sat up. My back and shoulders screamed at me
“you big fucking idiot, why did you walk for an hour and a half in the rain with that fucking bag?” they asked. I did not have an answer. It was a bit thick. My knee also screamed,but much sadder, and longer.
I wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, but I decided to be very brave and to get up and watch a film for a bit. Heroic. That's how I'd describe it.
Before long, though, I was hungry. I needed to go out to a nearby supermarket and when I was there, I needed to get stuff that came pre-packaged and ready to it, Carmen not being overly willing to share her kitchen with guests which I did not realise until I arrived.
As it was earlier, Google Maps remained pissed out its little nut on this outing. It attempted to drag me first through some entirely unlit, gated off waste ground
Fuck _off_ Google...
And then expected me to just walk through traffic, across a motorway roundabout
Oh come on!
I searched for a way across that wouldn't result in my death for close to ten minutes, before finally giving up and turning back home; I didn't need dinner. Dinner is a luxury.
It was then, though, that I noticed – again, entirely unmarked by google maps – a small, poorly lit bridge across the river of cars, some hundred or so meters down the only road I hadn't checked. Sighing, realising I'd have to stay out for quite a lot longer, I crossed it and found myself, before long, in a Lidl. What a reward.
As it turned out, buying pre-packaged stuff in Lidl wasn't especially easy. I couldn't find any salad pots or ready made sandwiches or...really all that much that wasn't canned or frozen, so in the end, after close to forty minutes traipsing around the store, getting increasingly frustrated by everyone around me steadfastly refusing to get out of my way, I left with...some sandwich ingredients and a little box of doughnuts. Absolutely worth it.
My little idiot body having been thoroughly smashed against the rocks, I returned home on broken little leg pins, ate a sad sandwich dinner, farted around not doing all that much for a little while and then, very very gratefully indeed, got back into bed and slept, if I may say, like fuck.
#travelling#vagrant#travel#photography#portugal#faro#Spain#Seville#walk#horrible#donkey#dog#pain#airbnb#ahh#google maps is usually okay what the fuck
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(c) William Hanna, Joseph Barbera, Warner Bros. Discovery
Tuesday, Aug 21
…that night i slept at 4-ish in the morn..
it tried to finish my AP Bio summer thing.. for the review the next day [or rather… later that day at 3:30pm] but failed. oh well.
Wed & Thurs…
same story. if you don't know by now. i'm a procrastinator who doesn't know my priorities.
Friday, Saturday and Sunday..
..i can't really remember what i did. but all i know is. i was busy doing my bio and english summer work.
Monday, Aug 27
i slept at 3ish in the morn… same story. [and i actually did my work this time.. obviously for the lack of time]
Tuesday, Aug 28
..i didn't sleep. at all.
i did my english essay which was due on midnight.
then tried to get ready for school…
all the while finishing up 3 questions i left out from my AP Bio review thing. aaaand.. well… the rest was spent reviewing for my AP Bio test the next morning.
oh the joys of student life.. so much for the 1st day of school right?
i finally lsept after school at 1:30pm i think… then woke up at 7ish.. and did more of my english work that is due the next day.
Wednesday, Aug 29
.. i didn't sleep. coz i thought i had a test on english the next day. well.. there was a scheduled one but we didn't end up taking it. oh well.
Thursday, Aug 30
slept around 4.. yeah.. more work.. well.. i tried to read english.. didn't finish anyway.
Friday, Aug 31
slept at 5..
i tried to read more english. again. didn't finish. and spent 3 hours doing my loooooooong french homework… oh joy.
Saturday, Sept 1
slept at 3ish.
..i slept friday afternoon and couldn't fall asleep. oh well.
at 10sih.. i awoke.. or rather.. my mom woke me up since we're going to her high school reunion thing.
we left at… 11am.. i slept through the trip. i don't know how long… haha
anyhow. when we got there…
the weather was… sizzling?
and for the most part it was boring i felt like sleeping.
around 6ish-7ish.. my mom's classmate's daughter and i went to her room and watched anime until 9:45-10ish.. [Yay! Ate Fatima!]
then i read a comic book.. then..well.. had a nap on her bed… ehehehe >>
we left at 10:30-11ish…
i think. we got home past 12ish..
i slept throughout the trip again.
…when we got home.. we had a midnight snack.. watched some tv.. yeah. finally fell asleep at 3ish.
Satuday. September 2
i woke up at 9:20.
then i went to community service at 10.
i got home at 12. ate some lunch..
when i was in community service, my friend alex called telling me of a pool party at her house. i said i'll try to come. i really did.. but i guess my memory is horrible when i'm tired… i forgot to call… actually.. i even forgot about the pool party when i got home…
then slept afterwards… [and since my phone was set in "meeting" i wasn't able to hear alex's and andy's call around 2-3ish..gomen!!!]
and i woke up at 6ish for dinner. [at this point. i haven't checked my phone and was still wasn't aware i missed a pool party….]
then slept again 10:30pm.
and this is where i am now.
i just checked my phone.
sorry guys.. and at this time..
it was not my habit of not answering my phone.. it's coz i was asleep..
and now.. i have a mild headache for both lack of sleep.. and too much sleep.
plans for tomorrow:
guess what? i'll probably NOT sleep at all again… why?
coz i have a ton of homework to do… yay… ><
ah. the joys of student life, oui?
again. sorry to Mel, Alex, and Andy, for not making it…… [and sorry to whoever was there…blah blah blah]
uhm. and. thank you to Taho coz she tolerated my..uh… deafening silence… hahaha.. jk… thank you Ate! LuvU!
PS. This blog was originally posted on DeviantArt.
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The 50/10 Method (Agent Whiskey x f!reader)
Summary: Jack makes the most of your 10 minute study break.
Word Count: 2.7k+
Rating: E (explicit) 18+ ONLY! bc this is just cringey smut lmfao
Warnings: smut (oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (obvi use protection irl), very easily and conveniently reached orgasms (this is a fantasy i can do what i want skjfkd), dirty talk, one (1) allusion to thigh riding and one (1) instance of 💙spitting💙, fingering, positions i hope i've given enough detail so y’all can imagine what i was picturing💀), pet names (sweetheart, honey, cowboy *affectionately*, good girl, baby), there’s a sentence about reader having long-ish hair, reader and jack have a dog, swearing, reader is afab and is called things like good girl and the like, just overall trash grammar and structure 😇
Author’s Note: so this is very poorly written and extremely self-indulgent, as i myself use the 50/10 method 🙃. but i had a lot of fun with it, and i think that’s what writing is supposed to be all about! :) also i was heavily inspired to write this after reading “Take a Break” by @mellowswriting and “Study Buddy” by @pascalpanic. please go check those out because they’re absolutely fantastic!!!!! +while you’re at it, i would highly advise you to read anything on their masterlists bc they’re just 💜exquisite💜
gif by @thernandalorian
The lines of text on your computer screen are starting to blend into each other, creating a single run-on sentence that one of your previous English teachers would ridicule the author for. The sharp curves and angles that distinguish each letter from the next are becoming soft and dull, blurring into each other until your brain can only recognize it as a smeared streak of black on white.
It’s 11:00am on a Saturday, a big exam set for the upcoming Monday’s morning. You don’t feel rushed for time, or overloaded with unknown material, and the early hours of the day have been quite productive. Following a shared breakfast of homemade waffles in bed with Jack, your boyfriend, you didn’t complain when setting up your study station on the living room’s large oak table. If anything, you had been excited to begin studying early in the hopes of finishing your review by the end of the day. That way, tomorrow would be free for you and Jack to do whatever you pleased.
However, as the hours went by, your motivation was slowly but surely diminishing. The serene study atmosphere that you usually thrive in is now driving you mad. You yearn for a noise, any noise; a bird to sing a song in the tree outside your window, the smack of your dog’s loose wrinkles against each other as he attempts to shake the sleep out of him, a pencil unable to stop itself from rolling and dropping onto the floor with a tink.
You’re momentarily gifted with the crisp sound of a page turning. You flit your eyes over to gaze upon the source of your granted wish and your heart flutters in reaction to the sight: Jack’s resting on the couch, cowboy hat balanced on the back of it, deeply absorbed in the next installment of his favorite murder-mystery series. You find it curious that his desire for an adrenaline-filled challenge doesn’t stop when he comes home from mission after mission that nearly cost him his life. You’ll ask him about his insatiability one day, but for now you categorize it as fictional research for his Statesman assignments.
Your short glance quickly turns into an entranced stare. Jack looks... divine. Fetching. Luscious. As he’s lying on his back, neck propped up against the arm of the couch, his book balanced on his chest, relaxation radiates off of him in waves and utterly seduces you. You’re surprised that he hasn’t been a greater distraction to you throughout the morning. How have you managed to ignore the denim-wearin’, plaid-shirted, pornstache-sportin’ cowboy of your dreams that is only a few steps away?
Involuntarily, the thigh muscles of your crossed legs contract in an effort to bring some semblance of friction to your now weeping core. Similar to your imaginings of your dog earlier, you shake your head to force these heavy, unwanted feelings to dissipate and turn back to the work in front of you. Of course, Jack does the opposite of what you’d like him to do and takes an interest in your fidgeting. He peeks over the top of his book, “You cold, sweetheart?”
His question is reasonable: you’re purposely wearing a skirt that’s so short it rides up quite high when you sit. You don’t dare to meet his eyes and answer while pulling a textbook close and opening it up, “No, I’m okay.”
Fortunately he returns to his reading. Your attention is able to retain itself for about a paragraph, but then your mind takes a sharp detour back to those pesky, steamy desires. You mentally huff at your inability to remain concentrated on your studies and rifle through the options of what you can do to satiate yourself for the time being.
You could switch texts and force your brain to recognize the change and therefore become distracted. You could pick out some colored writing utensils and bring some fun to active reading. You could say fuck it, go straddle Jack and beg him to use you in whichever way he would like.
Jack interrupts your brainstorming, “Are you sure you don’t need a blanket or sumthin’? I can go get my jacket for ya.”
The attentiveness of your southern lover melts your heart. You turn to him, “No, really, I’m okay, thanks.”
“I wouldn’t count a bathroom break as taking away from your 50 minutes, honey, if that’s what’s makin’ you twitch.”
You had been implementing and strictly adhering to the 50/10 method all morning: study for 50 minutes, take a break for ten. Its effectiveness was never doubted, as it has proven to work for you for years. Only ten minutes into this 50 minute period, the devil of restlessness pokes at you and makes you think could time go by any slower? A hand comes up to cover the blush creeping across your cheek as you dismiss Jack’s suggestion, “No, that’s not it.”
Behind your embarrassed hand, Jack cocks an eyebrow at you. Your simple choice of words has given the Agent a hint, that there is something that’s bothering you, he just hasn’t figured it out yet and you don’t want to admit what it is for some reason. He returns to his book, however lost in thought about what your problem could be, while you task every cell in your body to pay attention to your studies.
35 minutes remain on the clock, and Jack guesses, “Did you have too much coffee?”
You can’t help but grin at his sleuthing, “No, I just had my regular.”
He conjures up another possible solution five minutes later, “Are you itchin’ to get out of the house? We haven’t left in two days.”
He’s getting warmer. Both of you know exactly why you haven’t left the house in two days: you’d been occupied with activities of the sinful variety. You can’t gauge yet whether or not he knows he’s dancing around the answer, “Baby, you’re distracting me. And nope, it’s not that.”
He smiles apologetically, “Sorry,” and uses his book as a partition, blocking your ability to procrastinate and just visually drool all over him.
Silence fills the next 20 minutes. Even though Jack is out of your sight, details from your observations exaggerate themselves in your mind to the point that they’re all encompassing, intoxicating. The way his jeans wrap around his legs ever so perfectly, the worn denim hugging those muscular thighs that he loves for you to grind yourself against when you’re feeling especially desperate (like now). How his plaid flannel slopes over the swell of his belly, stretching tight against his skin as his diaphragm contracts and deflating when he exhales. Even his large feet, strewn about lazily on the couch, his toes pointing in different directions, amuse you.
Ten minutes remain in your study session. Feeling guilty about spending the majority of the last hour envisioning the seductive intricacies of your boyfriend, you actually start to study.
“How many times do you think I can make you cum in ten minutes?”
Your eyes are ripped from your material and land on the menace lazing on the couch. He’s put his book down, one arm behind his head while the other is crooked, allowing himself to palm his cock through his pants. Jack’s wearing a shit-eating grin, bewitching your crossed legs to switch which one is on top; an excuse to apply more pressure to the yearning area between them. You fidget in the chair, shamefully trying to get the seam of your underwear to rub against you in just the right way. You shrug, “I-I’m not sure.”
He gets up and comes over to you, standing behind you and leaning forward to rest his chin on your shoulder. He murmurs in your ear, “I think we should find out during your next break.”
You turn to face him, “I think so too.”
He gives you a quick kiss, “Well, you better be a good girl and study for these last few minutes. Earn that break.” He places his large hands on either side of your head and turns it toward your materials, making you both laugh.
Somehow, you’re able to pay attention. Jack’s impending promise of ravaging you for ten minutes straight quells your jittering nerves and gives you something specific to look forward to. Before you know it, your alarm is beeping, alerting you that your break has commenced. Jack cages you by reaching forward and grabs the clock, programs it to ten minutes and keeps it in his hand. He grips the sides of your swivel chair, pulls it back from the table and spins you around to face him, the speed of the turn making your hair swoosh across your shoulders. Through mutual giggles, Jack lifts you up, winding your legs around his waist, your arms doing the same around his neck. “I want you to count for me how many times you cum.”
Breathlessly, you simply obey, “Okay.”
He practically runs to the bedroom. He sets the clock on the nightstand and turns the face towards the mattress so you don’t lose out on studying time. Tossing you onto the bed, your giggling continues as you bounce from the force. Jack hooks his fingers in your underwear and yanks them down, pulling them out from under your skirt and over your shoes. The way he wastes no time ridding you of any other garment makes blood and heat flood your center and air rush out of your lungs. He pushes your lost air back into your mouth with a kiss and then immediately retreats back to in between your legs.
He flicks the fabric of your skirt up onto your belly, letting himself have complete, unobstructed access to his early lunch. His fingers fondle your folds while his lips place sloppy kisses along the inside of your thighs. After he’s had his fill of that step, he sits back and stares at you: spread out for him, more than willing to take anything he wants to give to you. He blows out a whistle, eyeing your core, and you say, “Hey, you’re on the clock, cowboy. No time for dramatics.”
He nods, a smirk pulling at one side of his mouth, “You’re right, sweetheart.”
He spits onto your cunt, forgoing his usual gentle licks to adequately wet your pussy. A quiet fuck escapes your mouth as he plunges his tongue into you. Your fingers wind themselves in his chocolatey locks and pull, extracting an excited moan from your lover. His fingers knead the soft flesh on the backs of your thighs as he eats and when his mustache starts to tickle your clit, you’re done for. Your grip on his hair becomes vice-like and your whole body seizes up, constricted by enrapturing pleasure. You strangle out, “One.”
Jack unlatches his mouth only once he’s certain your first orgasm is complete. He stands, admires your wrecked expression, takes his cock out, spits into his hand and pumps his dick a few times. Hands slithering around your waist, he flips you onto your stomach and pulls your ass up, positioning you on your hands and knees. You’re a little bit dizzied by his manhandling in combination with his expert tongue, but this type of vertigo is the most enjoyable you’ve ever experienced.
When he pushes into you, it’s a bit of a stretch because he hadn’t warmed you up with his fingers. He relaxes you by leaning forward, pressing his chest against your back and peppering soft kisses to your shoulder blades. The clink of his belt comically punctuates his thrusts, but your laughs are swallowed by intoxicated groans. You don’t know, and you don’t really care to figure out, how he already has you teetering on the edge of cumming again. Heightened senses tell you that you’re close; the fabric of his shirt feels unearthly soft as it brushes against patches of exposed skin, his fingertips are delightful lead in their clamp on you, his grunts and pants angelically reverberate in your skull. And then, suddenly and all at once, “Two.”
Jack’s pride shows itself in a smirk while he flips you onto your back. He makes a show of hooking your calves over his shoulders, eliciting laughter from the both of you. Resting almost all of his weight on top of you, your knees find your chest and his hands find your hair. The intimacy of it all is almost too much; his thumbs stroke your temples, palms cradle your head, those goddamned puppy-dog eyes bore into you. You turn your head in his grasp to check your timing: five minutes left.
Jack’s tongue darts out to lick the pads of his fingers before he snakes it down in between the two of you to rub your clit. Your moans come out uncontrollably, your eyelids stutter and he eggs you on, “That’s it, sweetheart. Give me another one.”
Hearty moans are reduced to desperate gasps and you’re unable to verbally acknowledge the third orgasm that rips through you. Nonetheless, Jack can tell from the way your eyes roll into the back of your head and his name tumbles ferociously out of your mouth that you’re cumming. “’Atta girl.”
Jack takes his cock out of you and the whine that escapes your lips embarrasses you. He can’t help but laugh at your whimpering before he scoots down the bed and starts to eat you out again, framing his head with your quaking thighs. You find the strength to check the time, “Jack, there’s only a minute and a half left.”
He moans deeply into you, unaffected by your comment, and eases three fingers into your fluttering center. Like earlier, your hands fly to his hair like a magnet and find purchase so tight it makes your knuckles go pale. In a matter of seconds, circling your clit with his sopping tongue and tapping your g-spot with his deft fingers, Jack has you cumming yet again. This time you yell out the count, “Four!”
The sounds his ministrations make are lewd and exhilarating, pushing himself to his own precipice. You look down your body to find Jack’s other hand jerking his cock and his seed spilling out of him moments later. He groans into your pussy while you pet his hair, praising him for his efforts.
Simultaneously, you both remember that you’re being timed. Your eyes meet the clock at the same time: 30 seconds. Jack springs from the bed and pulls you up with him, grabbing your discarded panties. He squats and taps your ankles so you lift your legs up, sliding each leg hole over your body and pulling your underwear up underneath your skirt.
You fumble with his mussed clothes, stuffing his still-hard cock into his boxers, hiking his jeans up over his ass and zip and button them closed. You snake his belt around his waist and let his fingers do the work of buckling it before he picks you up bridal style and ushers you out of the bedroom, grabbing the clock off of the nightstand on your way out.
Unhinged cackles follow you two down the hallway as you return to the living room. He plops you down in your chair, straightens you out, gives you a kiss on the cheek and then your alarm goes off. You raise your eyebrows at him, “Jeez, you didn’t waste a second.”
He hums, then mumbles, “You get back to work now, babygirl,” and leaves you with a yearning kiss on the part of your hair.
Both of you return to your respective readings, hopelessly trying to downgrade your panting gasps to normal breaths. The absence of Jack’s warmth is already painful. But you rationalize that the indulgence of the last ten minutes is more than enough to get you through this next hour of studying, if not for longer.
Little do you know that Jack feels the same pain. His ache for your touch, sexual or not, will overtake him later and he’ll be unable to resist the temptation of coming over and distracting you again. Determined to finish your studying, you’ll propose a compromise: you can sit in his lap while he is lulled to sleep by the ambience of the afternoon rain and the enveloping comfort of you. The two of you can try to beat the record of four orgasms next semester.
💘taglist: @pascalpanic, @mellowswriting
#agent whiskey x f!reader#agent whiskey x fem!reader#agent whiskey x reader#agent whiskey smut#agent whiskey x you#agent whiskey#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal fanfiction#kingsman: the golden circle#study smut#studying smut
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yet another ask dump yeehaw!
do you ever think that jay's mother was one of those bitch who believes in horoscope and tarots and things like that and so he believes in these things too, or it is just me projecting?
sheila haywood took one look at jason's birthchart said 'nah this won't do' and left.
Wait, but what happens when the justice league does find out that Bruce and John fucked? Lmao it sounds like it would be hilarious, really, I don’t want a justice league that doesn’t make fun of Bruce for like his entire life.
barry runs out of the meeting immediately and comes back with an entire sti testing kit. diana fully seriously wants bruce to get tested while bruce is sitting there like 'come on guys, you're being ridiculous, i already checked twice'
john is standing in the corner clearly offended while bruce is just like 'don't even say anything, constantine, you fucked a shark'
tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.
on the one hand, good for him, on the other hand, bro, how do you still have a secret identity when your superhero name is just your last name,,,,
Your fic on ao3 was GOLD
PLEASE CONTINUE
I loved Dinah's cameo btw ( @purple-vixen
thanks so much! i already continued but this ask is like 10 years old because i'm a notorious procrastinator (also yes! i love dinah so much aahhhhhhhhhhhh)
I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.
bruce internally: holy fuck holy shit holy fuck holy shit holy fuck holy shit holy fuck holy shit holy fuck holy shit
bruce externally: get out of my city, alien
AHHH ur multimedia fic is the only thing that brings me happiness anymore continue it forever pls
uhh thanks, but can't continue it forever because my attention span is that of a toddler on crack on a good day and i can't function without at least 10 things going on at the same time and music in the background
Oi, so I'm getting into dc and watching batman the animated series, and they use fruitcake a lot. Which I thought was very funny and wanted to share w you
- Denilla
wait like fruitcake (food) or fruitcake (derogatory) ?
young justice 🤝 teen titans
slut shaming batman
tim drake and dick grayson to their respective teams 'you guys stop it, that's my dad'
Happyhoganon: If an eighty year old Batman had fought crime in Gotham City for decades and the only threats to him and the city lately are a wheel chair bounded Penguin, your usual purse snatchers and a few con artists popping up every now and then, how well could the Dark Knight do in maintaining the peace in Gotham despite him being just somewhat fit to do that as an elderly man (which says A LOT given how old he is)
uhh he'll probably do what my grandpa does and that is ruthlessly prank them until they die of shame.
in the death in the family interactive movie there's an ending where Jason is tasked with raising Damian and he decides he's gonna raise Damian to take down the waynes and al ghuls which uh maybe isn't great BUT the idea of Jason raising Damian... PRICELESS. CHAOTIC. I just need more people to know about this :)
yes i saw that wow holy shit but jason would accidentally drop damian on his head one (1) hour in and jason just yeets him into the lazarus pit.
Headcanon: The Penguin has a really hard time fighting any of the Robins because of his avian obsession means there's always a small part of his mind that's like "Birb. Child. Protect"
( @subspacecadet )
as soon as dick becomes nightwing the penguin is like 'you know what, fuck this dude' and shoots at him.
Y'all talking about King Shark dating Constantine, let's not forget about John literally hooking up with Satan
listen there's a clear difference between monsterfucker and satanfucker in that king shark is literally a shark and satan still looks like a normal dude
Does everyone in Gotham think Batman is a teen dad?
everyone in gotham thinks batman has been around since gotham was founded, but they do think that bruce wayne is actually a teen father and dick grayson's biological dad.
why. why would you do that fancast when you know it will only hurt people
what? i loved my fancast it was really well done. i did it with good representation in mind and i really managed that with alfred pennyworth being ✨italian✨
Seeing james charles a jason gave me psychic damage how dare you i need to wash my eyes
well that's a you problem isn't it?
do you think dick grayson thirst tweets about nightwing just to annoy his family/cause problems on purpose in general?
he thinks nightwing is hot, next question.
holy jiminy cricket batman, its as cold as the good lords ass crack in here!!
i- what? this is why i don't fuck with english expressions it's way too goddamn weird
Brooooooo, your teen dad!Bruce au is soooo good. I've got brainrot.
Honestly if you ever write anymore, I'd read that shit twice. Sign me the fuck up. Good stuff, Good Stuff.
uh yeah i'm thinking about writing a fic, but i have exams coming up and i don't wanna fail because that would suck. but after i'll certainly be writing more tho
your teen dad AU is so great! bruce acting like a big brother for all of like a week before he's telling everyone about his son. what if in the AU dick meets the JL because they need to rescue him? maybe he's in trouble/kidnapped at a gala and bruce starts calling for JL. clark finds him and has to fly with dick to bring him home - that's how dick and clark meet and superman becomes dick's fave hero. he goes around the manor thinking he can fly with a red blanket draped around him like a cape.
actually- if you want a young dad! bruce fic with like that kinda stuff(just with damian) go check uhh- in for a penny by cdelphiki. it's really good and bruce is like 24/25-ish. (and dick's there!!!)
This account has solely convinced me that Tim is a trash goblin
( @hamilcat-and-magic-turtle )
because he is. that boy has slept in dumpsters on multiple occasions even if he is the son of a billionaire.
Okay but when you said victory dance I did think of the whole justice league defeating the big bad and then they all start flossing
well that's exactly what hal jordan does and that's why batman uses a gun now. no but the victory dance in my opinion is like the 'we're all in this together' dance from high school musical.
The horrors in Invincible s1 was nothing compared to the comics, I cant wait for s2
oh well okay, i mean i personally react to horror and violence by laughing awkwardly so i can't wait to be called a monster for accidentally laughing at a mass murder.
I'm currently watching Batman: The Brave and The Bold and- Bruce is just talking about Oliver like he's an old love
(@nightwings-kid)
okay im going to watch that lmao that's totally and completely in character for him tho.
The invincible comic is like super gratuitous with its violence so much so I'm shocked the show was able to adapt it in a faithful way! Anyway had the show been live action it absolutely wouldn't have the same impact as it does as an animated show and I'm so glad so many people agree with me on that
also because a live action casting would've been like uhh amanda stenberg for amber, the dude- the guy from the supernatural but with a mustache for omni-man, and scarlet johanssen for debbie grayson
Debbie grayson is a milf, yes.
You're welcome for the invincible propoganda, now you can questions your life.
Bruce def seems like the perfect father next to Omni-man.
Like they really took a rip off justice league and I was like well, now I'm attached even tho I was like hah I know who they're supposed to be. And then bam- death gore death gore gore gore sad
Mark grayson just had to have daddy issues. Why does every character have daddy issues. I'm sick of the attacks
because daddy issues make a person arguably funnier, that's why i'm not even remotely funny (haha good dad flex). i liked that it was dark contextually, but not in the colouring, bc i hate when it's like 'uh yeah graphic murder and now a shot so dark you have to sit in a dark room and squint at the screen to faintly see the characters. (like dcau ugh)
About the Wayne insurance, for a moment I thought you would put the video with moans over the waves.
i mean- i could've done that, but rick rolling seemed more family friendly.
Its the first time in forever that im surpise rickrolled, i usually expect it. Congratulations (i really should know better this is tumblr)
i get rickrolled so often but i actually like the song so i dont really give a fuck
Actually, my information about Damian and John's kids is outdated because it was revealed that the old men telling the kids stories about the Supersons were actually Jon and Damian the whole time. I was blinded by my thirst for Grandpa!Bruce Wayne but I was wrong... I liked my version better, tbh (@artemisa97)
fair enough. but i'd honestly like to see damian and jon getting together, just because it's a really fun dynamic and their friendship was really cute when they were kids. (also idk maybe it would be nice to have one (1) main batfam/superfam character that's not cishet)
How am i JUST finding your blog skdskfkd you're so fucking funny and ur takes are hot
i thought u were calling me hot :( but youre not :( crime detected (but lmao thanks)
So I have depression and I swear that your memes are one of the few things that have made me laugh so thank you 💛🥺
(@katekanebadass)
aw you're welcome, and i hope you're doing okay!
The metropolis memes are so funny, I love them 💀😌
i think metropolis is also so fucking funny it deserves more attention imagine having your entire police force being upstaged by an alien from kansas and his kids
as an american i feel your complete lack of knowledge of us geography is just so sexy (platonic) ❤️
thanks so much (i also don't know any other geography, i'm not kidding, like you can tell me you're from hungary and it will just blank, there will be nothing that comes to mind)
In the DC universe they don't say "Can't have shit in Detroit" they say "Can't have shit in Gotham"
this just reminds me of that guy whose porch got stolen like the steps to his door, and i'm thinking of people living in gotham and waking up without a front door and going "can't have shit in gotham"
honestly all i know about chicago is the bean, so. what would gotham's famous sculpture be?
gigantic gargoyle statue in front of one of the police precincts because a villain thought it was a smart way to keep the police inside, but it's too heavy to move.
why tf do people go on about how batman "works alone" or how he's the "lone wolf" when he like 38290202 members in his family
bc people think it's cool that a grown man in his 30s has no friends or family instead of calling it what it is (sad)
Bruce is gotham's sugar daddy
why would say something so controversial yet so brave.
my favorite batfamily fanfictions are the ones where they use their shitty codenames, unironically, in any context
dick: gerard way are you in position, gerard way are you in position
tim: for the last fucking time, my codename is 'totally not count olaf' this week, abbafan 3000
dick: shut up my codename isn't 'abbafan 3000'
dick: it's 'abbafan number 1' and you know it
I have a feeling Tim drake is ur favourite batfamily member but okay u don't have favs if u say so ok
i mean he is, i won't deny it. but i love each and every one of the batfam just the same, i just have a weak spot for short dumbass nerds, because i'm a short dumbass nerd.
Omg i fuckin love boy meets world too fam shsjkfk
bro boy meets world was the shit!!! it was just fire and awesome and so fucking great like bro. it was so good im not even going to be accepting criticism
you know I find the whole "joker completes batman" thing a bit disgusting considering the horrendous stuff the batfamily went through because of the joker
and let's not get started on the "joker has a point" thing like yeah he's this cool complex villain but he's absolutely batshit crazy
like yes! i get what you mean the joker just fucking sucks man he doesn't do shit for batman's character or the batfam he's literally just annoying as fuck. like the joker has a point' shit is so stupid. i will accept 'magneto was right' because he fucking was and i think he didn't do anything wrong, but joker? he's just like that. he's not even cool and complex he's just a weirdo with a bleach kink at this point.
ALSO YOUR RACISM POST- SO TRUE BESTIE
thanks bestie, i'm glad you agree.
in today's essay of why I think cass should become batman- I was thinking Tim would probably be the most efficient batman in many ways but I also think he wouldn't want to be batman tbh none of the batfamily members would want to be batman because they're trying to outgrow him but cass is the one who wants to represent the symbol that is batman
absofuckinglutely i will say it again and again that cass represents the batsymbol more than anyone in the batfam, in batgirl (2000) she literally didn't care about anything else than bruce's oath to not kill, she thought the batsymbol was more important than anything in gotham. she's just an excellent character because her motivation to not kill is not 'i'm scared i can't come back from it' or 'well my dad says no murder so i'll go along with it' but that she's killed somebody as a young child and she never wants to kill a human ever again and that's so fucking beautiful for a new batman like yes.
need more cass, duke and tim inclusion in gothamite memes
yes yes, a tall order of cass, duke and tim coming up in 1-14 business days
oldest to youngest batfam members cus I'm confused as shit
okay order of being taken in: dick, jason, tim, cass, damian, duke
order of age: alfred, bruce, dick, cass, jason, tim, duke, damian (though cass and jason are around the same age general consensus is that cass is a little older)
I'm so confused Steph is a redhead?? like how was it that hard to get this right? the source material is literally right there and free
cw is jared, 19
do you receive anon hate? if so, how do you deal with it
uh no, i'm not remotely popular enough to get anon hate and i also don't say a lot of things that would attract anon hate, but i do send anon hate to @the-real-peter-parker because he forgot about the specialists from winx club
Wait how many languages do you speak??
uhh- 5 if you include latin, but that's a dead language and i'm really bad at it. but english, my native language, german, and french also, tho german and french not fluently.
You can mix aguaepanela with aguardiente 😈 and is tasty
okay but now i'm curious if the liquor deserves the 😈 emoji or if that's a you problem. but i googled it and it looks like something you'd take one sip of and then not remember the rest of your evening.
#i love all of you guys so much thanks for all these asks#some of these are literally from march but fuck it#the day tumblr puts dates next to anon messages is the day i close my inbox crawl into a hole and die#it's such a basic task to answer asks but i don't want to bother anyone with asks clogging up their timeline#and if i don't have a funny or good answer i'm like 'uhh okay won't answer it now then'#so this is for you#also i deleted a few asks because it gives me mental pain to see my inbox go over 50 and it's almost at 100#i was complaining about having too many asks to the-real-peter-parker like months ago and then i had 45 asks in my inbox#now it's amassed to going over 100 twice#but no i love all of you and you're great and you're all fantastic and i lvoe you#muchos kiss kiss#kiss kiss for my kiddies lvoe you#invincible spoilers#dc#dcu#dc comics#ask#anon#bataranswers#i really wanna try aguapanela now i'm gonna see if i can find panela somewhere and review it for you babes#uh yeah that's it#muchos gracias for all your questions babes
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dropping the 90 dop challenge
For the past few days (ever since my final exams started i guess?) i've been feeling pretty low so i didn't care to post (sorry) and didn't even study much. so, i was procrastinating on posting.
this post basically talks about how those days went and also about what i plan to do now.
i was also procrastinating on laundry. so now, when im home, i brought back a huge back of unwashed laundry with me.
my math exam was bad. my programming exam was kinda bad too. my physics exam went okay-ish. my bio exam kinda went okay-ish too. my trw exam.. i have no idea. i don't know what mistakes the professors will point out. and my engineering exam went pretty okay ( a lil more than ok if u consider the expectations i had).
anyways, the day my exams ended, i slept a lot. i slept at 12 pm and woke up at 5 pm. for dinner, we all bought food from outside.
recently i got a little comfortable with eating chicken with friends but i talked to my parents and subtly asked them if they'd be ok with me eating chicken and my father said no so i decided to go all veg (except for shawarma because shawarma is a non veg thing). so during this dinner, me and my other veg friend bought some veg food while the other girls bought some chicken.
i didn't sleep the whole night of 20th, basically. my parents were picking me up from hostel early next morning and it was already late and i didn't want to wake up late. so i spent the night watching some bl dramas.
they didn't show up at 6 (time they were supposed to show up). they showed up at 8 and by then i had got around an hour of sleep in. we went to this wedding. stayed there until after lunch. took an aunty home with us to stay with us for the day (my social battery was exhausted by now and having the aunty at home pissed me off though i was nice with her just two hours ago). i slept the whole car ride home. i spent most of the rest of my day on my phone. aunty left. i watched a bit of "freaky friday" (the one with lindsay lohan) while eating dinner. then i stayed up a bit for some reason and then i slept.
today--
i woke up at 10 30 and my father was pissed about it and he seemed pissed for the rest of the day too. my gran was a lil pissed too but all she said was to wake up early next morning(5) and that she won't let me off this time.
Okay but like, COME ON ITS HOLIDAYS CUT ME SOME SLACK
that's like, annoying.
but ok.
so gran assigned me duties that say i should wake up early at like 5, do the rangoli (nothing special just lines), and water the plants.
ok.
i watched the rest of freaky friday, a little bit of home alone. i did the dishes many times today. i organised my clothes and put away a lot of clothes i didn't want to wear anymore.
WHAT I PLAN TO DO IN THE HOLIDAYS:
well, i plan to learn some drawing during the holidays. i like drawing but i'm not so good at it. so yeah. i've saved some youtube playlists and skillshare lessons.
i also want to watch a few movies from my list.
i even want to help my mother and grandmother with cooking.
Also read? My friend suggested this book called "luv shuv in new york" i'm going to be reading that.
and i even wanna go shopping with my mother, brother. (separate trips with both of them).
that's it i guess?
I kinda wanna do at least one productive thing everyday during the holidays.
alright bye!!
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「 ❍ 」 — 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄
get to know you
1. WHAT DAY IS YOUR BIRTHDAY?
december 20
2. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?
blue (+black, white, teal)
3. WHAT’S YOUR LUCKY NUMBER?
3 and 7 lmao
4. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?
none that i know of 😃
5. HOW TALL ARE YOU?
166-167 cm idk?
6. HOW MANY PAIRS OF SHOES DO YOU OWN?
not more than 10 for sure ‘cause i share all of ‘em with my mom sksks
7. FAVORITE SONG?
currently; back 2 u (am 01:27) by nct 127
8. FAVORITE MOVIE?
kuch kuch hota hai lmaosjdhskjf how could i say no to frenemies to lovers!au
9. WHO WOULD BE YOUR IDEAL PARTNER?
someone genuine, funny (im sorry but a person’s humor is the first thing i notice 😭), cute, but hot at the same time, cares for everyone around them, kind and honest, mf sexy, whose name starts with na and ends with jaemin <3
10. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN?
i’ve already adopted all my biases so idk what you're talking about ??
11. HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN IN TROUBLE WITH THE LAW?
i was almost taken to the principal’s office for throwing chalk at someone as an act of self-defense <3 (in my defense, tHEY STARTED IT ALR SO THEY SHOULD’VE SEEN IT COMING AS WELL)
12. BATHS OR SHOWERS?
doesn’t really matter tbh?
13. WHAT COLOR SOCKS ARE YOU WEARING?
i almost never wear socks at home lmao
14. WHAT TYPE OF MUSIC DO YOU LIKE?
kpop, pop, r&b, edm
15. HOW MANY PILLOWS DO YOU SLEEP WITH?
2 ig
15. WHAT POSITION DO YOU USUALLY SLEEP IN?
first half: towards my left
second half: towards my right (this is when i know my alarm is going to ring soon skdjsifjsi)
16. WHAT YOU DONT LIKE WHEN YOU ARE SLEEPING?
that i need to wake up soon
17. WHAT DO YOU TYPICALLY HAVE FOR BREAKFAST?
i always skip breakfast ‘cause i’m either doing my classes or it’s the weekend and i woke up at 12 am 🤡
18. HAVE YOU EVER TRIED ARCHERY?
are those plastic toy-archery sets counted lmao?
19. FAVORITE FRUIT?
watermelon, litchi
20. FAVORITE SWEAR WORD?
fuck, shit, bitch, hoe
21. DO YOU HAVE ANY SCARS?
i have one on my forehead (i slipped and hit my head on the stairs when i was like 5 and got 4 stitches yuh) and one on my knee (if you haven’t fallen off your bicycle at least once in your life then you ain’t human)
22. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR?
lmao how would i know that
23. WHAT IS YOUR PERSONALITY TYPE?
enfp-t
24. LEFT OR RIGHT HANDED?
right
25. FAVORITE FOOD?
biryani.
26. FAVORITE FOREIGN FOOD?
korean, chinese, mexican, italian aNYTHING IS FINE AS LONG AS IT’S EDIBLE
27. ARE YOU A CLEAN OR MESSY PERSON?
i’m messy but in clean way <3
28. MOST USED PHRASES?
like, uhm, uh 🤡 and in hindi asking a question with “na” in the end lmfaooo
29. HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE FOR YOU TO GET READY?
depends on what’s the occassion. if we’re going out and i still haven’t taken a bath then probably 2 hours. if it’s a school day: 30 mins. and if it’s a last minute plan then 15 mins max (I AM SPEED.)
30. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF?
ofc lmao
31. DO YOU SING TO YOURSELF?
yuh
32. ARE YOU A GOOD SINGER?
everything’s fine until i record myself singing. shit goes down after that.
33. BIGGEST FEAR?
failure
34. GOSSIP?
i love to hear gossip like yES SPILL THE TEA BESTIE IM ALL EARS
35. DO YOU LIKE LONG OR SHORT HAIR?
i prefer long hair but they’re just so difficult to maintain smh
36. FAVORITE SCHOOL SUBJECT?
if i had to choose, then literature
37. EXTROVERT OR INTROVERT?
wow, way to make an ambivert feel included </3
38. WHAT MAKES YOU NERVOUS?
talking to people, people are scary <//3
39. WHO WAS YOUR FIRST REAL CRUSH?
jeon mf jungkook lmaoo (the fact that i’ve never had a crush on someone ik irl)
40. HOW MANY PIERCINGS DO YOU HAVE?
2
41. HOW FAST CAN YOU RUN?
pfft, bold of you to assume i’d ever get up from my seat
42. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR HAIR?
dark drown/borderline black
43. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR EYES?
dark brown-ish?
44. WHAT MAKES YOU ANGRY?
a lot of things. trust me you don’t want me to get started
45. DO YOU LIKE YOUR OWN NAME?
it’s a pretty common name here so when someone calls another aditi i’d think they’re calling me and respond but i eND UP EMBARRASSING MYSELF.
46. DO YOU WANT A SON OR A DAUGHTER?
idk bro lmao but maybe like a son and a daughter? 💀
47. WHAT ARE YOU STRENGTHS?
i can sleep for 15 hours straight if not disturbed, i can read and write fast idk? somehow always ending up procrastinating
48. WHAT ARE YOUR WEAKNESSES?
a lot of shit <3
49. COLOR OF YOUR BEDSPREAD?
deep blue
50. COLOR OF YOUR ROOM?
the wall behind the bed is purple with those weird crumbled paper designs and the rest of the 3 walls are white
tagged by: @peachjaem00 tysm lou <3
tagging: @woniecstasy @igyus @shotarology @softminn @sicluvz @daegalfangirl @jongseongie [no pressure!]
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My Stardew OC’s!
long post, but feel free to read up if u wanna ask questions or request to see more of them!!
Ivy Sodbuster!
Quick Facts about Ivy:
She worked in customer service @ joja for 6 years
She was a dedicated scene kid 8th grade and all through high school, unfortunately she had to trash (almost) all her clothes and redye her hair bc of joja 😞
She only wore business casual bc she would go and work for seven hours and come home, sleep, repeat. When she started working on the farm she was broke as hell so she had to rip the sleeves off her shirts and cut her jeans into jorts so she could have work clothes
Emily was her first friend in town bc she saw ivys busted ass and said..... let me help you
She became friends with Sam second just because. He was around.
She inherited grandpa’s farm with her cousin, Oakley (my friends oc, once she finalizes a design I’ll draw them more).
Oakley’s more “mature” (bc shes 30) but she just is really anxious. Ivy tries to set her up with Leah but they don’t click,,, Oakley ends up falling for chicken man.
Sam introduces Ivy to Seb and instead of Farmer falling for NPC its the other way around Fr.
Seb crushes on Ivy immediately
His first attempt at flirting was like “hey ivy...... wanna see me beat Sam at 8pool for 3 hrs straight?” And Ivy immediately joined Sam’s side and demolished Seb in 8ball.
Ivy ended up hanging out with the ASS trio on a daily.
Seb and Ivy started dating Fall 1 of year 1 after they confessed their feelings for each other during the dance of the moonlight jellies festival
They moved in together 3 days after Seb’s bday
And were married Summer 10
They fast burned this bitch but they are so stupidly in love
In Year 3 Spring Ivy’s other cousin on her moms side became pregnant and chose to give it up for adoption, but beforehand she asked everyone in the family if they wanted a baby
Ivy looked at Seb like 👀
So on Year 3 Winter 1 they brought home their son, Finn
I think this is a classic trope for all Sebastian lovers but he def dresses Finn up in a frog onesie and calls him tadpole !!
Her favorite activity is fishing, that’s how’d she find excuses to hang out with Seb by the lake
She loves making artisan items, especially truffle oil. Oakley prefers large crops and agricultural designing and ivys like fuck yeah mushroom >:D
Milo NoLastName!
Quick Facts About Milo:
Milo was smuggled into Pelican Town by the Traveling Merchant when he was 6 and was taken in by Gil and Marlon.
Gil was 55 and Marlon was 46 when they “adopted” Milo
Gil took the most care of him and Marlon kind of had the attitude of like... a dad when your family pressures him to get a dog. First week their like FINE I GUESS we have to TAKE CARE of HIM. Next week: me and the bestie!
Milo looks up to Gil so much. His favorite brown jacket was Gil’s old one.
Marlon took Milo into the mines when he turned ten as a sort of “coming of age” trip and.... a bat nipped a part of his ear off.
Marlon said it’ll build character
But he was freaking out about it
Gil was upset but got it patched up.
I head canon that Evelyn taught the kids in town before they went off to high school, so four times a week (he’d usually stay home Friday to reset and relax or help out his dads) he’d have to socialize with the others
But he was always a few years older than them so he felt kind of distant
The others in question were Alex, Penny, Sam, Abigail, Sebastian, and Maru
Once he graduated middle school he convinced Gil to let him homeschool so he could find geodes and sell them during most the day.
When he was 17 he finally reached floor 120 of the mines, but on his way climbing back up he got attacked by three squid kids and void spirits, lost his left ear, and blacked out
He was rescued by Marlon, who rushed him home and took care of him
Because Pelican Town didn’t have a doctor at that time, the bus was broken down, all Marlon could do was try and clean up his ear and give him antibiotics and make sure it didn’t become infected
He lost his hearing in that ear
That was the biggest injury he’s gotten so far, but he was grateful when Harvey moved to town
Harvey opened his clinic, fresh faced (ish) at 26 and immediately some scruffed up 24 year old saunters in like “thank GOD ur here dude, here’s fourteen years worth of problems. Good luck.”
It didn’t actually go like that
But
Basically
Milo’s not really a social person, at 25 he discovered he could easily buy a car and drive out to the desert to try his hand at skull cavern. He came prepared but ended up needing emergency surgery that night anyway
He slowly but surely became friends with Sandy and the desert trader. He liked the trader for her prices and Sandy for her kindness.
He also fell in love with....... HARVEY!! (shocker)
Harvey actually fell in love with him first :))
Idiots to lovers slow burn
Hell they’re not even together by the time ivy rolls around and they met like.... 6 years ago??? My god these bitches.....
Pheobe Dy
Quick facts about Pheobe:
Pheobe actually grew up closer to the desert than Zuzu City or pelican town!
Her parents own a decent sized cacti farm and she’d bus into town for school where she met Sandy and Emily!!
I like to believe there’s another town (not as small as Pelican) but close knit in the desert. I hc that Sandy’s shop, skull caverns, and the trader are just like the entry road to a nice desert town
Anyway
She got into fashion and design when Emily pulled her and Sandy into it in sophomore year of high school
Sandy didn’t like it that much and would usually hit glue or staple pieces bc she’d procrastinate the whole time lol
But Pheobe and Em where DEDICATED
they’d hang out after school to design clothing and critique each other’s work (with love, of course)
Pheobe went to college for clothing design with her backup being IT and computer work (another passion of hers)
She started dating Sebastian when she met him during a trip to a small computer repair store in ZuZu city
He thought she was cute so he gave her his number and they met at Stardrop Saloon
She felt a need to like him, not because she was actually attracted to him in any way, but because she was a ~closeted lesbian~
So that relationship didn’t last too long
Ok maybe a little
2 years
But she’s bad at cutting off things, ok?
That’s when she realized she liked her best friends... Sandy and Emily
Emily and Sandy were already in a pretty open relationship by the time Pheobe came around, but it still took her some courage to admit her feelings to them.
They started dating when all three of them were around 26.
Emily moved with her sister Haley to pelican town a year into their relationship, and Sandy and Pheobe followed.
They bought a car so Sandy could maintain her shop in the desert
There is now a house where that garden that Harvey stands in 25/8 is. And Sandy and Pheobe live there. I don’t make the rules.
Pheobe and Emily work together on a small clothing company, they design the clothes together, Emily makes them, Pheobe made a website and uploads them there, and Sandy sells some at her shop :D
The three of them would like to tie the knot one day, but right now they’re super content on where they are, so sometime in the future :)
#long post#stardew valley#stardew valley oc#sodbuster farms#farmer ivy#sdv art#sdv ocs#anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk#Pheobe sdv#Milo sdv#that’s all folks
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30 Questions Tag
The absolutely amazing @47crayons tagged me, and since I am definitely not procrastinating on anything whatsoever, here:
1. Name/Nickname: Eve, B (I'm trying it out)
2. Gender: girl?, she/they (that is how I feel, and I'm trying it out)
3. Star Sign: capricorn
4. Height: 5'4" ish or 164cm
5. Time: 20:55
6. Birthday: the second day of the year
7. Favorite Band: I don't listen to music much, so maybe Pentatonix? I like acapella stuff, but I kinda wish they had more variety in the covers they do
8. Favorite Solo Artist: see above. I mostly listen to podcasts and get lost in my thoughts
9. Song Stuck Stuck In My Head: there is something. I don't know what but it's there
10. Last Movie: In the Heights? Or Raya and the Last Dragon. Both are VERY good
11. Last Show: I'm bringing Miraculous Ladybug again. Send help
12. When I Created This Blog: july 2020, but I only became active in recent months
13. What I Post: my writing (when I get around to it)
14. Last Thing I Googled: in to cm (i only have American measuring tapes in my house, and I can't do my Aussie heritage dirty by not including metric)
15. Other Blogs: none
16. Do I get asks? not really. other than ask games
18: Following: 95
17. Why I Chose My URL: i stole it from my wattpad account. it's a relic from when my book was a collaborative effort
21. Lucky Number: i don't really have one
19. Followers: 93!!! Thank you all so much <3 I have something in mind for 100, don't worry (I know there are bots in there, but still 💜)
20. Average Hours Of Sleep: 5-6 during school, but I'm sure it'll change over summer
22. Instruments: clarinet
23. What Am I Wearing: white patterned jean shorts and a fluro orange singlet
24. Dream Job: writer or actor
25. Favorite Food: i have many. top two would be butter chicken and arepas (i could have those every meal of the day and never get sick of them)
27. Nationality: australian!! (my parents are south american and european respectively, so I'm mixed)
28. Favorite Song: (crying cos i don't listen to music) Little Miss Perfect makes my heart ache, and I'll Make a Man Out Of You never fails to get me excited
29. Last Book I Read: Life Of Pi
30. Top 3 Fictional Universes I Would Like To Live In: just 3? Fine
Percy Jackson, The Owl House, and my Fusion AU (can anyone see a trend?)
Tagging: (no pressure) @pagesofcursive @wannabeauthorzofija @fuyugomori @justapotatowriter and anyone else who wants to join in!
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