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nrdmssgs · 10 months

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Little things, they do 2 (Price, Ghost, Gaz) (headcannons)

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Part 1 (Alex, Soap, König) here

Little things, they do, that get you every time. Silly, warm, heart-melting, wholesome things.

Captain John Price

Knuckle kisses. That's it.

Praises you not only when you succeed, but also when you fail. “I know, you tried so hard, love. This doesn't make you lesser. You don't have to prove anything to me. I'm proud of you. You're enough.”

Compliments you at the most random times. You've just woken up with an absolute mess on your head, or you walk around the house in old faded sweatpants and a dirty T-shirt because the rest of the clothes are being washed? John takes your hand, brings it to his lips and whispers "You are incredibly beautiful." or “How did an old git like me ended up with the most gorgeous, hottest human being out there?”

He has this habit of going behind your back and leaning close to your very ear while telling you something. Maybe he just likes to feel you close and uses it as an excuse, maybe he wants to “envelop” you in a way, hide you from the whole world, sharing his knowledge, feeling, how interested you are in a topic.

One of those people to actually use paper and envelopes, that some hotel still provide their rooms with. You get these long 3-5 page letters from different corners of earth every now and then. They can be absolutely platonic - he can literally describe, what he's seen or overheard on the streets lately or rant about how he wants to hear seabirds voices, but they are interrupted by the unceasing roar of engines and roadworks here… But you see it: every line screams “I love you. I freaking love you so much, it's almost 4 am here, and I'm still wide awake, because I need to write to you, to communicate in any way that will be safe for you.”

Simon Ghost Riley

He is no stranger to triggered stress or panic. So if you have any phobia, and he finds out about it - he starts protecting you from its triggers. Let's say, you're scared of spiders and scorpions. Even a picture of one can absolutely freak you out. Simon goes above and beyond to shield you from any type of appearance of these creatures in your life. In summer, he'll escort and even tiniest spider out of your apartment, before you see it.

He even shares a googledoc with trigger warning time codes for every piece of media, you wanted to see. Even if it's a long series - he just checks every episode of it on a fast rewind and writes you, if it's fully safe to watch or not.

Ghost has a wealth of experience in dealing with insomnia and is willing to help you, if you come across this issue. Just don't hesitate to ask - he is ready to spend all the night helping you out. Will definitely start with pressing your back to his chest and guiding you through a breathing exercise.

If you had a bad day and dropped him a message - he`d surely call you as soon as he can to talk you through everything that happened and soothe you.

“I`m always there for you, you know?” “I know, Simon…” “No, thats not the way, we do that.” “...” “Come on. Say it.” “I remember, ok?” “Say. it. I need you say it out loud.” “You are always there for me, no matter what.” “And?” “... and I can call or text you any time and you'll reach back asap.” “Good job. I'll call you again before you go to sleep.”

Despite his ascetic way of life, he likes nice things and gradually accustoms you to the same preferences.

It all starts with tea. One day, you go grocery shopping together. You walk between the rows of shelves while Simon stays by your cart. Returning to the cart, you find him skeptically examining the box of tea you dropped into the cart earlier. "What is this?" "It's tea, Simon, stop pretending you can't read." Ghosts gaze eloquently demonstrates his attitude towards this product. "It's trash." He pulls out a simple but elegant box from the top shelf. "This is tea." You try to convince him that with the money spent on that "good" box, you could drink tea all year, but he is relentless. Simon ends up buying the tea himself and brewing it at your place. When you first try it and roll your eyes in pleasure - he smiles contentedly. “Told you.”

Kyle Gaz Garrick

“Babe this is delicious, wanna try it?” - say yes and firstly he will kiss you. You absolutely need to try that ice cream, his tongue is just a nice bonus. Ofc shares his food with you afterward.

One of the most supportive human beings out there. Encourages every your hobby, hella proud of you and not shy to demonstrate it. “Have you heard her singing? RNs got a voice of a songbird!” “Kyle, please, I just went to a few vocal lessons and learned like… 2 songs.” “Those are my favorite ones from now on, love.”

If you work from home, he'll walk into your room randomly (but only when he is 100% sure, you're not on the call), sit beside you and just stare silently at you. Ask him, what's up, and he'll give you a quick kiss on the forehead and walk away grinning.

Slow dances with you on streets, when you two pass by street musicians. Doesn't care if everybody looking, even if someone pulls out a phone and starts filming this wholesome scene. It's only you in Kyles hands, that matter right now to him.

If you have a pet - he definitely becomes its new dad. When Kyle is around - your four-legged friend absolutely forgets about your existence, because Gaz is an expert in best scratches!

By the way, your pets birthday is now Kyles official holiday!

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theydonthavenames · 1 year

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Wille's arc appreciation post

I find it truly amazing how much Wille has grown and changed in season 2. At the beginning he was the same dramatic, hurt, chaotic, selfish, whingy (very affectionately) teenager prince we knew from season 1. He wanted Simon back badly, but he didn't have a clue how to win him back. But reality hit him in the face- Simon is still mad and he's actually trying to move on dating someone else- and with a *little* help of the biggest star of S2, Boris the Birkenstock Sossen ™️ he's gone so far and almost became a brand new person. There are a few scenes in the second half of the season where his decisions made me really proud of him. It's gonna be long, bare with!

I think the bravest thing Wille did this season was letting Simon go in ep 4. We of course knew he was so wrong, but Wille truly believed Simon doesn't love him anymore. He didn't see all of Simon's yearning, he didn't know Simon wrote him a love song. In Wille's eyes Simon trying to move on with Marcus and as much as it hurt, he finally accepted it. I think this was the most mature decision he's made this season, and I don't know what sort of strength one must have to let the love of his life go- I was lucky enough I never had to do that- I can't even imagine how much it hurt Wille. But he did it out of love and respect to Simon. He felt broken and hopeless too, but I believe Wille's primal reasoning here was that he loves Simon so much he just wants him to be happy, with or without him. Luckily the story didn't continue that way and it literally took Simon minutes to pull Wille back.

This one surprised me. When Simon decides to report August to the police, despite the potential damage it might have on his own and Wille's life, Wille just respects it. He told Simon he was scared, but he didn't try to change his mind. Season 1 Wille would loose his marbles in the same situation. He would probably end up shouting at Simon and calling him selfish (like he did in S1 piano room fight- which I expected). But S2 Wille trusts Simon's judgement and lets him decide for himself. Deep down he knows it's the right thing to do. And another beautiful thing that happened during this scene is Wille taking initiative to comfort Simon and hugging him. He showed Simon he supports his decision and will be there for him, no matter the consequences.

In this beautiful little scene Wille casually turns up at Simon's house to let him know he can give up the throne for him. First of all, he is so calm and collected, and he doesn't even ask for privacy, he lets Ayub and Rosh listen to their conversation- he knows they would find out anyway, but also he's not embarrassed to show his true feelings for Simon in front of his friends (and also I'm glad they were there because they needed to hear it too). But the best thing that Wille does here, after dropping the bombshell on Simon, he just walks away. He allows Simon space and time for the news to sink in and doesn't demand any answers, not even a comment. He really shows how much he starts to empathize with Simon- he must have realised it will hit Simon like a train, but he lets Simon deal with it on his own terms. S1 Wille would be dying to know what Simon thinks and he would not hesitate to ask. S2 Wille just walks away. So mature for a 16 year old.

And the final scene, my beloved. That 'I love you' whispered in his ear in dark Hillerska corridor worked wonders. The courage he's shown to admit it was him was unreal. But also it proves the amount of love he's got for Simon, that he doesn't want him having to compromise and keeping them as secret. He's grown to understand lies and secrets were not getting them anywhere. He was ready to break that circle and finally be true to his own feelings. Such a brave, beautiful moment, I'm so happy and proud he did that. They both deserved this ending, Wille and Simon.

Side note finally, we now know there is this deleted scene when Wille texts Simon at the end of ep 6, when everything is in pieces again and it almost feels like Wilmon is back to square one. As sweet as the scene is, I'm really glad that they didn't include it in the final cut, because it shows that after Sara's betrayal when Simon is ultimately sad, mad, hurt to the point of rejecting Wille, he just gives him much needed space. He doesn't try to run after him, text him, reach out, I think Wille understood that Simon needed the space and time to think things through. And that paid back beautifully. In my head, this scene doesn't exist.

Wille's gone a long way in season 2. His arc is beautifully written and makes me a proud mum 🥲 I can't wait to see him grow even more in next season- I have no doubt he will.

#that turned out long ooops #thanks to everyone who got till the end #prince wilhelms arc #young royals analysis #young royals #wilmon #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson

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tabbycatto · 9 months

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Hello! I'm so happy that there are people who write for Tanner from Scrutinized!

Can I request imagine with Tanner, if so there is a summary:

Tanner as always sneaks into female reader's home, while she is gone. But then she suddenly come back with her friends, so Tanner hides in her closet. And they have fun and decide to play 7 minutes in heaven.

Don't worry about mistakes at least in this work because I'm not a native speaker too.

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN - ONE SHOT

warnings: Tanner being a fucking creep, description of death, stalking, noncon touching, shit writing, not proofread!

no use of Y/N

words: 727 (somehow)

(sorry it took 2 fucking years to reply omg)

stalker! Tanner x fem! reader

It’s been two months old routine for Tanner now. Watching, lurking, waiting. He learned the entirety of your schedule, when you go to work, when you sleep, when you wake up. When you’re not in the house, he just loves to go trough your things, today was no different. You went out with your friends on this warm summer evening for drinks. Tanner knew this, he also knew that you are usually gone for at least one hour, which was enough for him to shamelessly go trough your dirty laundry, occasionally shoving a piece of pretty panties in his pocket to smell later. He was proud of his little collection of your things especially your undies. It always left you wondering, searching the whole house for a clean pair, oblivious to this madman’s relentless digits stealing them.

He was in his element, when his ears perked up on the noise and laughter from the main door. He sneaked to take a look at the commotion and there were you with your friend group having the time of your lifes. You all stumbled into your home laughing and chatting with no worry in the world. Tanner had no time to run out of the house and he could not risk being seen. He creeped back into your bedroom and slipped into your spaceful closet. Anticipation gnawing at his ribs.

Some time passed by, there was still loud chitchat, but the bedroom door creaked open. Tanner looked trough the little cranny from the closet. This loverboy almost drooled at the sight of you, he was like a dog in heat. His fingers twitching in desperate need to touch you, caress you, take you, anything. You walked in with a few of your friends, talking. „Come on, guys! We’re not in school anymore! Who even plays 7 minutes in heaven.“ You were protesting. „Yeah, but this will be fun!“ One friend countered, wiggling her brows at you and pushing you further into the room along with your another guy friend, who kept furiously blushing. Tanner’s jaw went tight, his throat bubbling with jealousy, fingers now shaking with rage. „Okay, fine! Just let me go take a piss.“ You pushed trough them into the bathroom. Your friends left the room with laughter, leaving the guy friend alone in the bedroom, waiting for your return. He was nervously pacing around.

Tanner went red with anger. „SHE’S MINE!“ His mind is screaming. He reaches into his pocket, taking out a syringe with lethal poison. He’s slowly stepping out of the closet, inching closer and closer towards that friend of yours. The guy turned around just in time for Tanner to roughly stick the needle into his neck, sending the poison down his jugular. Your friend didn’t even have the time to yell out as he crumbled to the floor in convulsions. Tanner dragged him by his armpits into the closet. After that he dusted off his white coat, adjusting his red tie and hid behind the door waiting for you.

You sigh as you place your hand over the door handle and after a short while you open them. You look around, brows furrowed in confusion, when you can’t see your friend anywhere. You walk into the room, calling his name. The door behind you closes with a loud thud, which startles you. You swiftly turn around and are met with a huge grin of a strange man with an even stranger attire. Before you have a time to scream for help, he’s already clasping a hand over your mouth, his face uncomfortably close to yours. „Shh shh, little one, we don’t want company, now do we?“ He says in a sing song voice, guiding you to your bed, his other hand is on your lower back. You start to struggle in his grip, but he’s too strong. You desperately claw at his chest, kick his shins, bite at his palm, but nothing seems to work. He keeps the sinister smirk on his face. „Now now, sweetheart, stop this struggle before I’ll have to use force.“ His smile never fades, quite the opposite, it widens. You stare at him with fear, your eyes watering. „There, sweetheart...“ he caresses the side of your face, his other hand squeezing at your breast. „i think it’s my turn to play 7 minutes in heaven with you.“

#tanner grayton #tanner scrutinized #tanner x reader #tanner grayton x reader #scrutinized #welcome to the game

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viesantewrites · 1 month

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A Golden Life | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟏

[Robert Fischer (Inception) x Reader]

summary: Robert and the reader have nothing in common. He's the son of a multi millionaire and future heir to a massive energy company, she is a "nobody" and doesn't really stand out in the big city Paris. But then Robert catches her trying to steal from him. No longer able to stand the pressure from his father and his company, Robert offers her a deal.

note: this is actually a reupload, i‘ve written this story last year in September I think. If you‘re interested in a Part 2 let me know.

warnings: swearing, bad father-son relationship

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"Today was such a success, wasn't it, Clarke?"

The older man at the wheel sighed and tried to look away from his passenger. Clarke knew he was being sarcastic.

"I'm sorry for you, Sir," he replied. "But days like this happen. Even as the future CEO of Fischer Morrow."

The younger, dark-haired man in the back seat just rolled his eyes in frustration. "Don't call me that. I've spent my whole life in his shadow. He mocked me for every little thing, always said I wasn't a worthy heir. And now that the old man is on his deathbed, he's suddenly changed his mind."

Clarke slammed on the brakes in shock. He was so distracted by the conversation that he almost missed the red light directly in front of him.

"But Mr Fischer... He is your father," he answered, his hands still shaking a little.

Fischer didn't seem to care that his driver had almost had an accident. Lost in thought, he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his head against the cold car window. The heavy rain pelted down loudly, leaving thick streaks. "He was never really a father to me," he finally said quietly.

Clarke remained silent, avoiding Fischer's gaze in the rear-view mirror. The light turned green again and he stepped on the accelerator so hard that Fischer's face almost hit the front seat.

"Hey, pay attention, okay? I've had enough shit happen to me today, I don't want to end up in hospital tonight."

"I’m sorry, Sir," the chauffeur muttered, a bit intimidated.

Fischer snorted angrily and tugged at his shirt. It was a beautiful white piece from an exclusive luxury fashion brand of which he was particularly proud. Only now it was covered in a large brown coffee stain. Fischer was seething with rage at the thought of what had happened.

He had an important meeting in Paris today to present The Fischer Morrow, his father's leading energy company, to potential clients.

Fischer had prepared for everything, practiced the presentation several times, rehearsed every word to perfection and checked his appearance in the mirror at least five times. He had got up early that morning to make sure he had enough time to get ready, so that every hair was in place, the tie neatly tied and the shirt without the slightest crease. An immaculate appearance was essential to him. He was vain in every way.

But everything changed when the secretary balanced a tray of coffee in the meeting room. Fischer had not noticed her out of the corner of his eye, wanted to turn to the audience and finally collided with the lady.

Luckily, the coffee was no longer boiling hot, or he would have spent the rest of the day in hospital with serious burns. But it was enough to knock Fischer off his game.

Angry and embarrassed at the same time, he could hardly concentrate on the content of his presentation. So much so that by the end he could barely utter a full sentence.

In other words: The Fischer Morrow had no new clients.

Had Robert Fisher's father Maurice not been terminally ill, he would certainly have given him hell and accused him of being an unworthy heir.

As always. As he had done for many years, ever since Robert was a little boy. Maurice had never thought of him as a son. He only ever spoke of him as the heir to his business.

God, how Robert hated that job. But as long as his father was alive, he couldn't give it up. Maurice Fischer seemed to want to give his company to a man he couldn't stand, but to whom he was related by blood, rather than to a complete stranger.

Robert didn't know how long he'd been sitting in the back seat, lost in thought, when Clarke finally parked the car safely in front of the hotel where he was staying for a few days.

The man hurried out of the car to open the door for his passenger, staring at Robert's dirty shirt.

Fischer fumbled in his pocket for the key to the hotel room.

"Good night, see you tomorrow," he murmured, waving a quick goodbye to his driver.

Finally, he turned around on the heel of his shiny black shoes to enter the luxury hotel.

A wave of tiredness suddenly hit him, and all he wanted to do was take a shower and fall into a warm, soft bed.

When he finally opened the door, the light in the suite was on. Roberts heart began to beat faster and he frowned in confusion. He was pretty sure he had turned it off earlier. Had the room service forgotten to turn it off after they had left the room?

But when he suddenly noticed movement from the rear room, followed by strange scratching and tapping noises, he froze.

What the hell was that?

Quietly, still clutching the key, he entered the room and was almost scared to death when he saw the person in his hotel suite. They were fiddling with his wall safe, apparently trying to break it open.

***

She turned around as she heard someone open the door to the hotel room. Damn it! Why would he be back from his meeting so early? The woman held her breath. She knew her plan was completely insane and dangerous, and that she would certainly end up in prison. But at this moment, she really didn't know any other way to help herself. Her mountain of debt seemed to grow every month. Her low salary as a hotel employee and the fact that even the smallest apartments in Paris cost a fortune didn't help. After months of stress and sleepless nights, she couldn't take it any more.

When she found out that the son of a multi millionaire was staying at the hotel she finally saw her chance.

"I asked you what the hell are you doing here?" The deep threatening voice instantly made her shiver. Then she began carefully to examine the man in front of her.

He was dark-haired, slim and wearing a classic black suit. The only thing that disturbed the elegant image was a large brown stain on his shirt.

Her eyes wandered up and she caught a glimpse of his face. The man's features were sharp, he had a prominent jaw, but the most striking thing was his bright blue eyes that were staring at her angrily.

Silence fell over the room like a big blanket. Only her fast breathing and the ticking of a clock could be heard.

"Room service..." she finally managed to say in a hoarse voice. "Mr Fischer I ..."

Robert noticed her strong French accent.

"I'm sorry." She tried to avoid the man's angry gaze but he kept on staring at her with his icy blue eyes as she pressed her back even harder against the wall.

"Are you kidding me? You broke into my room and tried to steal my money. Room service my ass. I'm calling the police."

Wait!" she interrupted him in panic, "I didn't steal anything, I..."

She knew that it was over for her. But she alone was responsible for this mess by allowing her emotions succeed against her mind. And now she had to face the consequences.

The woman put her trembling hands on her face and tried to hold back the tears. Suddenly another shock went through her body as a phone started to ring loudly.

Fischer pulled his phone out of his pocket and answered in an energetic voice: "Uncle Peter, now is not the time to call!" Then suddenly there was silence. Much too quiet for her taste.

Glancing through her fingers, she saw the man in front of her hold his forehead and then rub his eyes with his thumb and index finger.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Peter...How does Dad know what happened today, he's in hospital in Sydney...Who told him that?"

His voice, which had just been deafeningly loud, had now dropped to a low whisper. He finally said goodbye to the caller. Again the room was completely silent. Fischer just stood there with his hands in his pockets, his head slightly bowed.

For a moment she considered taking the opportunity to make her escape but then she dismissed the idea. Her legs were paralysed by fear, he also was half a head taller and probably faster than her and would catch her immediately. Fischer slowly raised his eyes and stared at the young woman in front of him.

Desperation was written all over her face.

***

He couldn't call the police now. That would draw even more attention to him, and for weeks the press had been writing one false article after another about him.

If the press found out, they would twist everything around trying to destroy his image, as they often did.

So he would not only be the spoiled and lazy millionaire's son who took money from his dying father, but also the man who lured beautiful young women into his hotel room and locked them up in there.

Robert sighed and sat down in one of the red velvet armchairs.

"Alright, go ahead. Report me. Call the police. I was just trying to get money to buy food and pay my rent. You probably don't know anything about money problems."

He lifted his head as he heard her voice. Robert didn't know why, but somehow he felt compassion.

But he didn't replied to her because he was far too busy thinking about his own problems. "I can't take it anymore, I have to get away from here. Away from my father. Away from Fischer Morrow. Somewhere where I won't get any more attention..."

The young woman finally sat down next to him and smoothed her blouse for a moment. "It's really not nice to be almost invisible and not be noticed by anyone." She shrugged briefly.

"I'd trade my life for yours in a heartbeat, I'm not kidding," Robert said.

Why had he just said that?

The woman just laughed. "Believe me sir, you really don't want to do that."

In a very strange way, she sympathised with him. He couldn't really explain it, after all she had almost robbed his hotel room. But somehow he felt attraction to her.

And at that moment, the last rational thought left his head after this nerve-wracking day. He suggested something to her that he would never have done in his right mind.

"What about...If you get me out of the hotel unnoticed and take me somewhere where I can stay for a few days. In return, no one will know about your heist on my hotel room. Deal?"

One of her eyebrows moved up as he said those words. "You want me to take you to my flat?" She stared at him incredulously.

Robert put on his charming smile, which usually worked on every lady. "Well come on, a lot of women would kill for that what I just offered you. Some ladies are crying and screaming when they see me walking down the streets like I was a moviestar or something. They even told me that I was the most beautiful man they‘ve ever seen."

She studied him quickly. He was undeniably handsome, but also incredibly arrogant.

"And how do I know you're not dangerous?" She eyed Robert with a disparaging look.

"Yes, maybe I‘m a serial killer, who knows", Robert joked.

"You must know that I am very suspicious. But I can't lose my job or even go to jail." He could see exactly how she was struggling with herself to make the right decision.

"Alright", she finally said, after half an eternity. "I'll help you. On the condition that no one will ever find out that I tried to steal from you."

Fischer smiled again. "You can take my word for it, Madmoiselle..." He offered his hand and noticed her cautious look. "Come on, you can tell me your name now."

"Call me YN."

"Alright, YN. Now let's get out of here."

Finally she took his hand. Her fingers felt cold.

A/N: Like i said this story is a bit older, if you’re interested in a part 2, please let me know 🤍

I was thinking she takes Robert to her apartment and lets him stay there a few days, till her parents visits her and she convinces them that he’s her new boyfriend. They invite him to a family gathering to get to know their daughters "new boyfriend." The press recognizes Robert immediately and write new articles about his "affair with a poor maid" and their pictures are soon everywhere until even Robert‘s father finds out.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy fanfiction #robert fischer x reader #cillian #cillian x y/n #robert fisch x yn #rober fischer #inception fanfiction #Inception

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thatonebirdwrites · 9 days

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Fandom creators tag game

1. What sort of content do you create, and what is the thing you’ve made that you’re most proud of?

I write stories. Usually original science fiction, but in the past two years, I've branched into fanfiction. I also create art and music.

I'm damn proud of my rewrite of Book 2 of Legend of Korra in my Shared Moments series.

I wish I could find a publisher for my original fiction; then I could share what I'm most proud of but alas. The publishing market is incredibly hard to get into and I don't have the health to self-publish, so we'll go with the Korrasami tales for now. For art, I'm damn proud of this piece I did of Lena.

2. What fandom(s) do you create for?

Korrasami from Legend of Korra.

Supercorp from CW's Supergirl

Rojarias from CW's Supergirl.

3. What is your current favourite ship (or brotp if you prefer), and how controversial is it?

Korrasami. Not controversial much at all. (As a side note, Supercorp feels like an angstier Korrasami. Might be why I like that ship equally well. Supercorp doesn't seem controversial?)

4. For your answer to question 3, are they canon?

Yes, Korrasami is canon. (Supercorp isn't necessarily canon, but there's so much evidence of it in the show that it might as well be.)

5. What was your first fandom, and how old were you?

First fandom I created something for? Or first fandom where I dived into and read everything I could? Because if it's read everything I could, then it's Star Wars before Disney threw out the old Canon (still salty about that). I'd have been pretty young -- still a kid when I was devouring all the Star Wars books. I didn't have any favorite ship though while I did this.

For something I created, Korrasami was the first one I wanted to create art and writing for to be honest. That was three years ago when I started writing Korrasami.

6. What is your most unhinged fandom creation to date?

Oh, that's a Supercorp one. I was inspired by a weird camera glitch, and wrote an unhinged horror set after season 6. The first part of it is in tumblr. I have yet to publish to AO3 mostly because I want to finish more of it before I do. Sort of loosely based on Lovecraft's Color out of Space.

7. Do you remember what started you off creating fandom content, and if so, what was it?

Three years ago I first started drawing and writing Korrasami. Then I branched out into Supercorp.

8. Do you let people you know in real life see your fandom creations?

Only my trusted friends and siblings.

9. How do you feel about fanworks of fanworks? Has anyone ever made something based on a thing you made?

If anyone did, they have never shared it with me. I would love to see it, and I'd treasure it always!

Though if I'm being honest. I doubt I'll ever get fanworks. Why would anyone go to that much trouble for something I wrote? I doubt anything I write is worth that much.

10. What feeling do you most often try to evoke with your creations?

I want to show possible healing journeys that aren't the most painful angstfest known to humanity. I want people to feel the journey too, to capture the world within the character's senses so that their tale feels real.

Whether I achieve this, I have no idea. Some people have written very kind comments stating that I have, and I am delighted by those comments.

11. Has someone ever paid your work a compliment (in any form) that has stuck with you, and what was it?

Two people have said I made a place feel alive through the storytelling and worldbuilding I did. That compliment haunts me in all the best ways, and I have done my best to try to keep that tradition going.

12. What’s your favourite thing someone else has made that you’ve seen in the last 24 hours (and link it if you can find it again!)

It was a Supercorp art piece, but after searching, I can't seem to find it again. It was Lena leaning backwards into Kara's arms, while Kara gently holds her. Colored piece, digitally drawn I think. They look almost like they were swaying back and forth.

13. Give a small sneak preview of something you’re working on right now (eg a couple of sentences of fic from a WIP, a gif set theme, a small piece of a larger picture, whatever you feel happy to share)

Korrasami:

Korra looked at their entangled hands. “Yeah, yeah, it’s just some stitching.”

“And yet, that ‘some stitching’ made something wonderful.” Asami was determined to remind Korra of what she could do. It’d been her mantra for the past six months. She wanted Korra to regain her confidence, but it'd been difficult. Thanks to Asami's foolishness they'd both backslid.

Korra had called it Asami’s paranoia.

Maybe they were both right.

Supercorp:

Lena rises before dawn, prepares her corporate armor, and heads to her full-time job as CEO of L-Corp. Today’s agenda includes four meetings, one of them with the board, an hour of lab time, a brief lunch, and a visit to Florence in late afternoon.

It’s the visit with Florence that troubles her the most. The exposure to the strange artifact gave her unsettling dreams, and she woke in a cold sweat after a particularly gruesome one. In that one, she’d had no control over her body, only watched in horror as another person used her abilities to harm all she loved.

Kara had woken too, and her gentle reassurances had helped Lena fall back asleep, this time with no dreams.

Diving into work to escape the nightmares is how she copes. Perhaps not the healthiest, but undoing all her bad coping mechanisms will take far longer than just admitting they exist.

Rojarias:

Tomorrow morning? Sam reeled from the news. That gave her very little time to pack and prepare Ruby for Sam being gone a week or two.

Yet here she was again, unable to say no. Especially not when two beautiful women were looking at her expectantly.

Damn, Sam was too gay for this. “All right. Tomorrow it is.”

14. Have you ever seen/read anything made by the person who tagged you? If so, what was it and what was your favourite thing about it? (pick a favourite if there are several)

Yes, I have. I'm not entirely sure what exactly they published on AO3 however. I found the tiny Kara piece absolutely hilarious.

15. Do you leave comments on fandom works, and if so how would you describe your comment style?

I do leave comments, yes. I share my enjoyment of the piece, sections that really stood out to me, and/or an overall feeling I got from the piece. I'm trying to be more consistent about it since I know how much comments mean to me as a writer, and I know other writers enjoy them too!

16. How many works in progress do you currently have? Will you finish them all?

Original fiction: (on hiatus but I do plan on finishing) 3

Korrasami: 2 (plan on finishing them, yes).

Supercorp: 3 (yes, plan on finishing them.)

Rojarias: 1 (yes, I need to get on this as it's due next month actually).

Art for Supercorp: 1 (I also need to work on finishing this before the due date next month. I got the rough sketch and need to run it by the author to make sure it's what they want, before I go to town inking it).

17. what’s the longest it’s ever taken you to finish a fandom project?

Shared Moments: Books 1 through 3 (the finished ones) took me a year. A million words no less. Whew. I'm working on Book 3.5 now. I tend toward longer works, which takes a few months to complete.

My shorter fiction (the ficlets) take less than an hour usually.

For art, it takes me one to three weeks.

18. Describe the thing you made most recently in a way that is technically true, but also completely misleading. Link the thing if it’s published!

These paralleled kisses shake their world. (A chapter for Unraveling Realities)

19. Do you ever engage with fanworks for a fandom you’re not in? Which one(s) and how did you get into it?

I'm not really sure what counts as being "in" a fandom or not. If I enjoy something, I'll engage with it, but does the engagement mean I'm "in" the fandom now? Or do I have to create something and talk with others in the fandom to be considered "in?" How does this work?

20. Recommend a fan work from your fandom to your followers

I absolutely adore Make this your home by pcrtifacts so much I even made fanart for it. It's not finished, but it's regularly updated and so, so good.

Suggested tag list, but there are no rules here, follow your heart.

A mutual you have never actually spoken to but think seems cool -- All my mutuals are really cool! And I'd love to read more of their stuff. Thanks all of you for sharing your stuff!!

The most recent person whose content you engaged with (eg read a fic, reblogged art, whatever form you feel best fits) -- I'm not sure? Maybe the person I reblogged this from?

Someone whose content you saw via tags/reblogs and you followed them because of it @luthordamnvers (I honestly love the indepth knowledge of the show nic has, how willing to share that knowledge, nic's kindness, the fics they write. Honestly, all around wonderful person.)

Someone in your fandom that you think makes cool things @ekingston (Shape of Soup being my favorite plus the art is amazing.)

Someone in a different fandom that you think makes cool things (this is hard. I really only seem to follow or find Korrasami, Supercorp, and on rarer occasions Rojarias or Dansen. There's some Star Wars folks that do fun things, but I can't remember their usernames tho.)

Someone you always tag on things like this @nottawriter

Someone you have never tagged before (I can't remember who I tagged before, so I guess whoever wants to play this game?)

Someone you would like to get to know better @pcrtifacts (love, love their make this place your home fic. And chatting in comments with pcrtifacts has been lovely.)

Someone who makes art you like -- @snazzy-korra (honestly, she's an all around amazing person, and Iove all her art and chatting with her. So grateful for our chats too.)

Someone who writes fics you like: @fazedlight (I seriously love everything mel writes. It's all so damn good. I even wrote a fanfic continuation of a piece I really liked of mel's ficlets. First and only time I've ever done that.)

I suspect some of these people have been tagged multiple times. My apologies if so. But I did want y'all to know how you're appreciated and how much I enjoy your content too. :)

#korrasami #supercorp #writing #writer #fandom questions #just for fun

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tigertale · 1 year

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A/N: What do I love more than Jamil? The angst surrounding him <3 I will correct this piece later, I'm just posting this so that it doesn't stay a draft forever (or maybe that it should've stayed one).

A/N 2: Also thinking about starting a grown-up series of sort because I've got enough material for it but- yeah still unsure

Reader; Jamil; Kalim

•〔　！〕 Angst (kinda), Grammatical errors; Not proofread, The ending is so funky wth

"My, how proud am I to see such an unexpected addition to the Asim." The patriarch of the said Asim family looked over the garden. The glassless windows allowed him to watch his own children playing by their caretaker side's. Despite being visibly overworked by the number of kids, she kept a soft smile on her lips as she would rock the baby to sleep while stopping an umpteenth argument between the siblings.

By the side of the eldest, his son, smaller in size, looked at his brothers and sisters with the same fond look his father had. Or was it softer? He nodded in agreement with the previous statement, truly enjoying the sight before him. "I'm glad to see her adjusting well to this situation." And her smile, never falling despite the huge amount of work she had taken over ever since she had entered the Asim palace, had managed to win over those residing in it.

The patriarch turned towards the servant who had yet to pronounce a word. The black haired was silently watching the same scenery, although no words were uttered. It was not his place to speak without his master's demand. And pleased by the attitude, he turned back to face his son. "Kalim, you're already old enough to marry. Find us a wife just like her!" His booming laughter followed suit, but none of the two friends dared speaking.

"But I trust my son and any judgments he may have." Oh did Kalim wish he had the same confidence in him.

He remembered his years at NRC, the way everyone was looking at him like he was the most oblivious person around. He had always seen those words as what they were, mere words, and that he shouldn't care about those. Yet how ironic it is for him to agree with them years after, now that he had finally lost what he had been passionately chasing after. The only thing he had ever so fervently adored and wished for was now someone else's, all because he had too much confidence in himself and never fathomed the idea that she may have fallen in love with someone else.

She was blissfully unaware of the talk happening right behind her back. But she did catch sight of them as they were leaving. Hers and Jamil's eyes met, and she waved shyly at him. His stare only lingered a bit more before he followed his masters, but she was not hurt by the lack of answer. If anything she was happy that he had even looked at her. A blissful sigh left her lips as she went back to taking care of the Asim children who were crying for her attention.

However, later that night, when she entered the Viper's given side of the manor (around the same size of a small house), Jamil made sure to apologize.

"I'm sorry for leaving without saying anything." She reassured him that there were no problems. She understood that his duties prevailed above anything else. But he was still pleading, both for her forgiveness and for her to show the slightest bit of anger towards him. They had waited years before embracing each other as tightly as of today. Years before he could make her his fiancée. And they couldn't even bask into their love during the day, having to eat up their sleeping time to care for one another.

"I'm sorry for bringing you here."

She removed herself from his embrace, eyebrows almost touching one another with how much her frown was pronounced. "Jamil." Her voice, firm, so unlike how she would always call for him with honey dripping down at each word, made him freeze up with surprise. "I've said it already, didn't I? I'm ready to follow you everywhere, I've even followed you here to prove to you just how much you mean to me, no matter what happens. It's really cheesy for your liking but… Just knowing that I'll see you by the end of the day makes me happy." And indeed it was too cheesy, and he would've surely complained about it if someone other than her would have said those words.

But she's her, his dear fiancée, the one he has fought for and miraculously won over, and it was enough for him to forget about it. She has indeed followed him all the way to the Asim household; they had waited after both their graduation to live with each other. And although she was officially registered under the Jamil family, now having masters to serve, she seemed to be more than happy to take this job over, even if she had expressed her distaste to such hierarchical social structure back when they were students at the night Raven college.

Back when they were just students basking into each other's presence with no thoughts or possible ideas of what awaited them. When she was on the verge of crying, telling him how much she wished for him to be free of any duties that tied him away from truly appreciating what the world had to offer. And when he would merely kiss her as a silent way to express how grateful he was to hear her feelings.

"I'm sorry… But I just don't want you to regret coming here." Even if she was fine with this outcome, he would, actually, always regret making her come all the way here. All the way down to this place, tying from the true home that awaited her far beyond this world. When his head fell against her shoulder, his arms loosely crossing behind her back, her calloused fingers moved to his hair. She hummed softly as she looked at his tresses pooling from the gaps between her fingers and back onto his back.

She would be lying if she said that there weren't times when she… "regretted" her decision. When the sun would blind her, her body warming up from both its light and the surrounding heat. And only then, she would dream about going on a trip all the way to the high snowy mountains in the Shaftlands, feeling the soft snow crunching under her imposing boots. Or just going to a swimming pool, which she wasn't allowed as of now. She would have loved to be satisfied with her situation, but the cold reminder that she was now restricted often weighed on her mind. Jamil needed someone to lift his mood up, someone not caring about these kinds of things. Even if she wasn't this person, she would try to be.

He felt her move, her fingers drifting along the side of his face before lifting his head up. "But I'm with you. I live with you, enjoy my dinners with you, go to bed with you." She pressed her forehead against his with a soft smile. "I may have given up some of my freedom for it, but it's a sacrifice I was willing to make and certainly won't regret any time soon." Yes it's true that she has often dreamed about everything she had lost by tying the knot, but she would have regretted it even more if he wasn't here, in her life, to love her when they both had a bit of free time.

"Jamil." She pressed her lips against his. It was a soft kiss, the pressure lacking in sensuality but making up to it with the fondness she held for her soon to be husband. "I love you. And I will, hopefully, love you until my death." He didn't say anything, just diving back into the kiss. He hoped that she would never leave his side and continue to love him until death do them apart.

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And merely a year later, under the tent, white scarfs of the finest silk draped over it, and surrounded by all the members of the Asim family and their servants, she thought back about those words. If she had known that they would have hurt the both of them she wouldn't have said them.

Before her ring was to come, she took a glance at Najma sitting closest to her. And despite the proud smile she wore, she could see the hint of sadness behind it. They had spent enough time together in the same place to know about the other's habits, from the slight way her lips were twitching to her eyes drifting to her own decorated fingers trembling with anticipation of the ring.

Aah, she tensed up when she felt a hand caressing the side of her face. She turned around, finding her soon to be husband looking at her with longing eyes. He was sweet, so sweet…

His fingers drifted to hers once the rings were put before him on one of the most expensive cushions she had ever seen, and with his other hand, he passed the cold metal to her left index. Paired with the henna that has been made the night before, the sight of the many gems only doubled in beauty. But she couldn't ponder too much as she was forced to do what he had done before, passing the diamond ring through his finger.

And as what the patriarch asked was to be done, the two newlyweds both stared ahead, hands entangled with a beautiful painted smile on their face as they looked at the camera. But despite the fondness in which he was gently grasping her hand, she was too focused on the one behind the photographer to reply to his gesture. She… she couldn't regret it now. The promise that she had made.

She would love him forever, until her very end would she still think of him. Because even if Jamil was congratulating her with the rest of the guests (the sound of hundreds of people clapping at the same time almost deafening her,) they both knew that they would always love one another. Even if he's watching her marrying someone else, even if tomorrow he would change the sheet she had used with someone else, even when… he will follow and raise the children she would have with someone else, he would still love her. And she would still love him.

She eventually turned towards her husband. Kalim's grin was bigger than any she had seen before, and she finally tightened her fingers back as a pitiful answer to his love filled action. Because the vows she had made to him were actually meant to someone else.

Until death to them apart, both she and her now to be attendant would love each other.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst angst #twst jamil viper #twst jamil #jamil viper #jamil x you #jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader

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facade · 9 months

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art vent, kind of makes me look like a shallow person

FOR clarification i'm 20. turning 21 in two months. yippee! what an eye opener

the point of trying to profit your art, especially using your art to help fund for survival since you were 11 - you realize that while you want to improve your art for yourself, you're so consciously aware of what parts would appeal to strangers who see your art.

because you don't want to appeal to others to enjoy your art, you want to appeal to others to garner money and funds. i've ebegged on this site for almost a decade, on so many different accounts and even used my art as much as i could to get even more money. to pay bills, to pay for food, to help my mother in medical emergencies. since i was only 11 years old, by the way. a lot of the time, while it is a huge part of my reason to keep improving -- i don't actually think of reasons such as improving my art because 'i want to go to college' 'i want to be better' as much as my main reason being: i want this to sell to people.

that being said, my art style is something im so happy with right now for myself. but i think like. you have to really make your art your signature. that way, people will want to buy what you can give them. but algorithm is just, so hard to fight with now. the heartbreaking part is that, even if i'm at my 'peak' in art.

and my art has always been my one consistent interest, thats never faded. it's apart of my daily life. my routine, my medicine, my hobby, my enjoyment. i need this to live in many different ways. whether it be for providing my funds via commissions, coping art for trauma, or generally to express my happiness for things in my head, etc. i need this hobby or i will die. its the one skill ive had my entire life thats stuck, and its something i'm *good* at. and i've kept up with it to this day.

my art looks consistently good. flattering. i would say at some points it feels.. professional, sometimes. i am consistently proud and satisfied with my art and haven't struggled on pieces as much as i used to several years ago. it took me 2 months to come up with illustrations. now ive been pumping them out with ease. commissions are so much faster. quicker. ive really upgraded. i'm efficient, quick, and my stylization journey has been amazing.

yet..

this has been the hardest i've ever fucking struggled to make money, ever. since i was 11 years old. i've never.. had so much difficulty. i feel spoiled, honestly, when i know so many other artists struggle filling commissions too. but i've always had good fortune, i guess. good luck. but not since the year began. it's been so hard to fill in requests, so hard to fill slots. even when my prices are cheaper, it's still so hard. which is crazy, because 2 years ago i was consistently filling slots like crazy. i had consistent income, for the most part. i was able to help my family, avoid eviction, pay for water, clothes, food. emergencies like car wrecks, medical stuff -- god, its insane how much my art has helped me. it's scary. to think about what woulld happen if i didnt have this skill.

back then, like my art looked like this in 2021.

i look back and i wonder. this is fine, its definitely my art style. but how did i makee so much money off of stuff like this? so much more than i do now? i still draw fanart, and my art's been getting better. i think its honestly just bad luck, or maybe algorithm has flopped a lot of my stuff. either way, it's sort of humbling. Extremely humbling, that even with all this improvement - it still may not be enough to get me anywhere. i've never struggled before, trying to open commissions even when ive always focused on original content primarily. i know its hard to get popularity when you only draw ocs, but ive been fine for the most part. getting by, until lately.

i think i'll just have to keep working harder. see what people enjoy, but its just really ego crushingi think. And i could care less about popularity or anything. i think the really awful part is that im just stressed all the time about how i can keep making money off of this when its been so hard to even fill slots, let alone gaining peoples interests. Is this competition related? is this just a shit time for artists? am i just flopping. Who knows.. ohwell. ill survive

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Profile: Voice-Over(Yuuki and Moon)

Below the cut is a not-so-quick overview of Yuuki's various voice lines if she was playable I guess? Moon speaks as well, italicized

Hello: I'm Yuuki, a world travelling adventurer. If you've got any- "Hmm, and who is this, Master?" Ugh... and this is Moon. It's an... odd story.

Chat, Drink: You need to take the edge off? I can give you a quick drink if you want. Kidding, kidding!

Chat, Impatience: "Enough standing around. Get a move on!" Moon! Don't be so rude!

Chat, relax: Sometimes it is nice to take a break.

When it Rains: *SIgh* Great. My coat is going to take forever to dry...

When Thunder Strikes: It's getting bad out. Maybe we should go inside?

When it Snows: Brrr, it's cold... better find a warm Seelie.

When the Sun is Out: Haaah, that sun feels nice... Let's just lay on the grass for a bit!

When the Wind is Blowing: Feel that? That's the blessing of Barbatos at our backs!

In the Desert: "Aah, I still have memories of when this wasn't a desert..."

Good Morning: Morning! I was about to head out, you want to come?

Good Afternoon: *Yawn* I could really use a pick-me-up. You want some coffee?

Good Evening: Hey, come with me. There's a spot that looks absolutely beautiful this time of day!

Good Night: "Sleep well, I'll watch over you and wake you if anything happens. Don't worry, as an AI, I have no need for sleep."

About Yuuki: Running: Back in Mondstadt, I would often sneak out and climb the windmills in the city. I just... had to get out of the house, you know?

About Yuuki: Journey: I wonder, if you saw me now, would you be proud of me, mother?

About Yuuki: Truth: Locked

About Us: Adventuring: This journey of ours... I hope it never ends, moon. "......"

About Us: The Sword: You know, I've been calling this the Ruin Blade, but I don't think it's actually connected to Kaehnri'ah. I'm starting to think it might be from a different world entirely.

About Us: Aeternus: Locked

About the Vision: I'm very happy that this reawakened for me. No matter where I go or what I do, she's always with me. Plus the Anemo energy works very well with the elements the Ruin Blade uses. Almost like it was meant to be.

About the Vision 2: Locked

Something to Share: Fragments: It's hard to believe that these little things contain a piece of a person. "I'm not a person, I'm a machine! It isn't that hard to comprehend! "

Something to Share: Teyvat: This world is so rich in history, secrets and culture. It's my life's goal to uncover and learn all of it.

Interesting Things: Moon knows a lot despite being broken. You can ask her almost anything and she should be able to answer! Unfortunately, that doesn't mean she'll actually tell you.

About Moon: I found the sword in Stormterrors' Lair, but Moon I first found in Enkanomiya. To think, they're more than a thousand years old... but so much more advanced than anything here in Teyvat. At least from what I've seen.

About Moon 2: Locked

About Jean: I hope Grand Master Varka returns from his expedition soon. Maybe then I can finally see Jean relax. Nah, knowing her, she won't. 'For Mondstadt, as always...'

About Diluc: Master Diluc... hehe, it's always a good night when he's working at Angel's Share! "You drunkard."

About Venti: Winds: "You do know that bard is Barbatos, right?" Moon please, how and why would he do that? "Don't be daft. Have you seen anyone else with that much control over Anemo? Pay attention to what he says and does, you'll see! "

About Eula: One thing I've never understood is why most of Mondstadt is so rude to her for what her... ancestors did? That never made sense to me, Captain Lawrence seems like a perfectly good person. That said... she makes me nervous, it's that whole vengeance thing.

About Amber: Y'know, it's because of Amber that I tried out for the Knights. Seeing her try so hard to become an Outrider like her grandfather really inspired me. Heh, good for her.

About Amane: You know, my first thought of him was that he was a loner putting up a literal cold air to push people away. Goes to show you not to judge a book by it's cover. "I don't like the way he looks at you." W-what? Where did that come from?!

About Zhongli: "Rex Lapis is alive." What, and you think he's Zhongli Why, because he's smart and well-versed? I swear Moon, you might be a bit broken.

About Zhongli: Help: Locked

About Xiao: Help: Locked

About Ningguang: The Tianquan? I once saw her at a pretty cheap food stall buying Mora Meat! She looked like she was enjoying herself too, it's nice to see someone so high up the ladder enjoy something so... simple.

About Tartaglia: Fatui: I'd love to fight Childe honestly. I wonder if the other Harbingers are actually stronger than him...

About Blair: Locked

About Yun Jin: Her operas are something else! I- "Clearly. You spent nearly a week going in and out of that damned tea house for those shows and stories." S-so!? I can appreciate good art when I see it!

About the Raiden Shogun: Curiosity: I wonder if the Shogun still takes duels... "Don't you dare!"

About the Raiden Shogun: Truth: "If you ever get chummy with Ei, ask her about artificial bodies. Maybe I could have something commissioned like the Shogun puppet." Moon, what are you on about?

About Kamisato Ayato: Ah, the Kamisato siblings. My mother was close with their parents, so I would see them on occasion when we were really young. I wonder... does he still remember me?

About Faruzan: Aside from Kris, Madam Faruzan is the only person to truly show any real interest in the Ruin Blade. Unfortunately, the only thing she was able to tell me is that 'the name is incorrect.' Pft, obviously... I just can't think of anything cooler!

About Nilou: I happened to pass by one of her troupe's shows, and I must say... I was enthralled, for lack of a better word. *Sigh* I should really go back to the Zubayr Theater. I really want to express how enchanting they are, especially Nilou. She dances like... like... agh I can't find a good word for it!

About Kris: That poor girl blames herself for the accident that took her sister from her. She's dedicated her entire life to finding her again, and because of it... hasn't really led a life. I hope she can find at least some time not worrying and fretting.

About Lesser Lord Kusanali: Truth: "Well well, the previous Archon's reincarnation has finally grown wings of her own. Good for her, I cannot wait to see her fly." Huh? Lesser Lord Kisanali isn't a reincarnation, she lost her power, right? Or something like that, according to archives.

About Wanderer: "Foolish Ballader, you cannot hide your true identity. A discarded puppet, the sixth Fatui Harbinger, a failed god, you will always be those things, no matter how hard you try to hide them." Huh? What? There isn't even a sixth Harbinger, what are you talking about with all this?

About Ruby: There is something about that woman that I can't put my finger on. "My suggestion is to stay away from her. Not only is she not human, she's barely comprehensible." Moon, that just makes me even more interested!

About Lyza: Rival: Haha, I've been hired by Kris to find her, but I can't help but be caught up in the moment every time we fight. Lyza is... she's not like anyone I've faced before. Is this what having a rival is like? "No you idiot! Ugh, that poor girl. Having to deal with those curses, forced servitude, and you."

About Lyza: Family: I wonder, if I was in her situation, would my father expend as much time and energy into finding me? It could have just as easily been me with you, you know. "Mmh, perhaps. That girl does have quite a caring family. I do hope she can see that again."

About Lyza: Aid: Locked:

About Neuvillette: The Chief Justice, or Iudex of Fontaine... I hear he's incredibly knowledgeable on all manner of things and has been around for a long time. I'd love to pick his brain about a few things.

About Furina: I sat in a trial once, and if I didn't know any better, I'd say she's... ah, never mind. I shouldn't bad mouth an Archon like that.

About Clorinde: Beautiful and strong? Haha, a small part of me wants to get arrested just for the chance to fight her! Hmm... nah.

About P: Revenge: Locked

More About Yuuki 1: I'm actually from Inazuma. Before moving to Mondstadt, I lived with my family in the middle of the city. We weren't too far from the Komore Teahouse, although we were never allowed entry.

More About Yuuki 2: I had quite a few odd jobs when I was younger, after moving to Mondstadt that is. I helped at Quinn's stand, ran deliveries for Sara, and even helped out Grand Master Varka! *Sigh* Things were simpler back then. But not necessarily better. Heh, I did a lot to get away from my father.

More About Yuuki 3: Before I became an Adventurer, I actually tried to join the Knights. Back then, I was doing anything to get out of the house, but... I don't know, something stopped me from following through. I was told I had what it takes and had more than enough skill, but I just couldn't finish. I wonder what kind of person that makes me...

More About Yuuki 4: Locked

More about Yuuki 5: Locked

Yuuki's Hobbies: Aw, this is a bit embarrassing, but... I like to draw. I've drawn a lot of the landscapes that I've visited and a few... portraits. Wha- you... want to see? Nngh... fine. Just don't be too harsh, okay?

Yuuki's Troubles: Moon likes to butt into conversations a lot, usually to inform or correct something in a conversation. "Please, I bring life to some of those boring conversations with boring people!" It's... complicated to explain to people exactly what's happening.

Yuuki's Troubles 2: Locked:

Favorite Food: Aah, I'm not super picky. As long as it's cooked properly, filling and I can have a good drink with it, I'll probably eat it. Especially if I can eat it on the go.

Least Favorite Food: Hmm, I'm not a fan of making soups and stews when I'm out. Clean-up is such a pain, and it's so easy to get the seasoning wrong.

Receiving a Gift 1: Oh wow, this is delicious! Thank you so much!

Receiving a Gift 2: Mmh, you're quite the cook, aren't you? Very nice.

Receiving a Gift 3: Oh... uh... wow... thanks...

Birthday: Happy Birthday! Where do you want to go? From breakfast in Liyue to dinner in Fontaine to star-gazing in Inazuma. Anywhere you want, I'll have you want, in a jiffy!

Feelings About Ascension: Intro: I can feel it... this sword's ancient power!

Feelings About Ascension: Building Up: "Well well well. You found me. I guess this makes you Aeternus, hmm? Well? Come on, take me! I will give you what you desire, my master~"

Feelings About Ascension: Climax: So this is the power of Darkness... the element that Lyza used. I'm... not sure I like how this makes me feel.

Feelings About Ascension: Conclusion: Locked

#( headcanons. )#;;wandering wind(yuuki)#;;star watcher(moon)#ngl i actually had a lot of fun making this despite how long it turned out to be!#i also finished it at like 2am last night so i'm posting it now!#also i know exactly what those locked ones are but i won't reveal them until later #unless you want to message me about them #kidding #or am i?

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lumineescente · 8 months

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Hi amelie <33

💫, 🎀, 💞, 💥, and 🧿 for the ask game <33333

hiii!!!! thank you for your ask!! <3

💫my favorite is when people tell me that they felt things, any kind of feelings really, (well as long as they are okay you know like they agreed to feel even uncomfortable feelings when reading angst). It makes me think oh i did well because for me when I go to read / look / see a art piece i want to feel things, if it just does nothing in me then it means it was not for me! so i'm glad to read that i can give feelings to others

🎀aaah this one is a nice one! hmm well it is a bit hard ahaha i think.. it's good that i try more to explore various stuff and that i'm less and less afraid of experimenting stuff, that i feel like i let myself be more self indulgent even if i'm hard on myself still. oh and!! i write friendships very well imo, i think i do that well, and my dialogues are good

💞i answered that one in my other post here!!

💥i chose (i have fics with less but they are REALLY old so) this fics that has like 24 kudos, it is a pentagon fic, the star he holds actually i really enjoyed writing this fic, this is also an exemple of me going on something i didn't feel like doing a few years ago (homophobia and coming to terms with homosexuality + non historically accurate setting (70s??)) and i jumped into it while listening to a song, i conveyed the vibe i wanted, talked about what i wanted and with the feedbacks i got, it worked very well. I'm proud of this one

🧿this is the hardest part for me because i feel very self conscious and i tend to compare myself a lot. It happens to me a lot tbh to not be satisfied with the hits or kudos and realize oh god some people are getting so much and i don't what am i doing wrong. It stopped me from writing for a year almost entirely (also i was living with a person that kept bringing back the amount of kudos and comments they had so i felt terrible and anxious all the time) and i was having serious panic attack about it! which sucks!! so now, i'm trying to, 1) look less at stats and 2) to feel extremely grateful with what i get it might be one comment or three or four but the fics that didn't work "well" gave me the most beautiful comments i've ever received, sincerely, so i make myself remember that. Plus if thirty people came to me to tell me directly in front of my face "i love what you do" i'd be overwhelmed with joy irl, so i put it that way. And I learn to be more grateful every day every time i post a new fic, if it pleases just one person, then so be it, this person is precious!

hehe hope i didn't ramble for too long <3 thank you again

#ask #writing

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glittergrubz · 1 year

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I really got inspired by Roguein recent WoF characters and I needed a break of the Silkwing adoptables. I also figured I could hit two birds with one stone and practice posing/anatomy. I'm still having trouble but man I'm really proud of myself! I hope my art really improves as time goes on. ---

This here is Omen, a design I got from Scribblespider a while ago. I bought it on my old Meat-Monster account. I felt like it was due for a redesign as I struggled with the original lore n design alot. But the colors were very eye catching.

Omen was genetically created by an Icewing scientist who let's just say has a mysterious past with the royals. This Icewing wondered if 1) A Allwing could be made and 2) How would it live and what would be the pros and cons of an Allwing. This has been a strange obsession for the Icewing for years and after many many awful years of mistakes he created Omen.

Omen is Intersex (She/Her) and her birthday was an awful day. With her genetically modified body she struggled the moment she hatched from the egg. Not only were her claws not normal (extra digits, mutated wing arms and muscle issues) but her genes were not the greatest selection. Some of the DNA came from the scientist himself, the others were from strangers he managed to stalk and take precious pieces from. Some of those dragons were related (hybrid siblings) while others were fighting off chronic illnesses and sadly had a fatal end to the Icewing scientist. She could not control her poisonous smoke breathe as a hatchling and quickly became very very sick. The Icewing scientist was absolutely outrage that the first Allwing to successfully hatch was going to perish soon, and so he abandoned Omen in the freezing winter storm and went back to his studies. She was no use to him anymore, although he did regret throwing her away so soon. Not because of his awful actions, he was upset he could not dissect her and study her body. His anger got the best of him, and he's quite annoyed about that.

Omen was found crying in the storm, and was quickly found by Tardigrade, a Ice/Hivewing (They/Them). Tardigrade quickly�� took Omen in and managed to heal Omen's poison, as it had the same properties as an old poisonous plant from her old home. Once she made the remedy Omen was quite spry, it took a while for Omen to control the smoke but she learned before she could get severely sick again. She even gained some immunity to it. Tardigrade raised Omen like their own daughter. Although Tardigrade was not a innocent dragon, a bounty hunter. They killed many dragons, and even more to protect their sweet Omen.

When Omen turned 4 years old sadly Tardigrade fell ill and passed away. With this Omen used the skills Tardigrade taught her and began her nomadic life. Tardigrade's death still haunts Omen, her nightmares are filled with their death. She gets barely any sleep now. As time went by she became harden and paranoid. Many dragons hunted her down as a trophy, others stole from her. She became what others call a monster, "death itself". Stories began of her awful kills and her bruteforce. She still wished even with dragon's necks in her mouth, seering the scales of dragons with her stinger that maybe Tardigrade could be brought back.

When Omen was 8 years old she almost died, this time ambushed by one of the 5 Sandwing Gangs that now rule Sandwing territory. One member of the Sandviper Gang had knocked her out and began suffocating her, she was powerless to this dragon. But she was saved, the Bone Gang rushed the member, killing them immediately and quitely. Omen was taken in, nursed back to health by Bonez, the leader of the gang and the most powerful gang in the territory. Bonez made an offer, stay with us you'll be safe, feed and warm. But you'll have to work for me, Omen nervous but being reminded of the family she once had she accepted. Now she's Bonez personal bodygaurd/henchman. Omen still mourns over Tardigrade but now she has a family, a disfunctional family with lots, lots of issues but a family nevertheless. Her and Bonez are very, very close.

Her crazy fighting from her young years have now been carved to be brutal, precise and dominating. Even with her disadvantages she is quite the opponet and their are many stories of her battles and kills. She kills if she has to, and while she does have her morals now she will kill those who pose a threat to Bonez or her family. She will do absolutely anything, even if it means killing the Preist of Pests. Her weapons are her claws, stingers and horns, but she has been trained in weapons. When she is not killing or intimidating threats, she's often found by Bonez.

Voiceclaim: Death (Puss in Boots) --- ★ Not for Other's Use ★ ★ Feel Free to Take Inspiration but Credit Me ★ ★ NOT FOR AI USE OR NFT USE! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED AND BLACKLISTED ★ ★ DO NOT REPOST/TRACE/EDIT! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED AND BLACKLISTED ★ DA: https://deviantart.com/glitterbonez TW: twitter.com/GLITTERBONEZx FA: https://furaffinity.net/user/glitterbonez/… Tumblr: khaleern.tumblr.com/

#im death straight up #wings of fire #wings of fire oc #allwing #wof

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rylredrants · 1 year

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Now and Then, Pretty and Home

On the left is a picture from a photo shoot that came up in today's Memories. I was 25-ish: At a glance- look at how thin and pretty I was!

That year was one of my personal worst, including an entire month spent in bed detoxing from an accidental opioid addiction. In the early 2000s, there were no warnings about the prescriptions that came with the enhanced curves on display in that photo shoot.

On the right is the only selfie from this weekend. I'm 44 now: At a glance- I look awful!

That was taken in the middle of a 2-day long project that included refinishing & sealing a deck and installing railings around it. My allergies were (are) killing me, and today I'm sore all over from the physical labor. I don't remember the last time I was this proud of myself and excited for what's on the horizon.

Seeing these side-by-side and knowing the 'me' underneath each image really struck me this morning. As a cis-femme woman, I've spent my entire life bombarded with messages about how important it is to be "pretty." I've pinned so much of my self-worth to the paint and glitter, the numbers on the scale, inside my pants, and all of the things you can take a picture of.

The loudest voice in my head always asked if I was pretty enough, f*¢kable enough, too old, too fat... enough, but not too much. Be soft emotionally but not physically, be sexy but not too sexy. Don’t take up too much space but don’t hide, but don’t put yourself on display but remember, people are always looking at you. And it was all always reflected by a mirror or a man.

I’ve known for years that that voice was wrong, and I AM more than those pictures. I’m smart and super-organized; I’ve got “the patience of a saint” and amazing communication skills. I did more physical labor this weekend than I've done in a decade or more. We got the job done, and the only injury was the sunburn on the top of Pirate’s hands.

We did all that work because the lender wanted it done to approve the loan. Neither our agent nor the sellers’ agent could find a contractor to do it in time for closing on the 16th, so we agreed to do it. The initial bidding war for the property meant we would pay closing costs, but they are paying us an amount that will more than cover things.

Our movers are booked for Memorial Day weekend, Starlink is in a box in the living room, and my moving kit will be fully assembled so we can start packing next weekend. It has been a hard few years between multiple moves, changing jobs, the deaths of a significant childhood friend (Byron) and a pet (Sweet Dane), and well… *gestures broadly* but I’m almost HOME at last.

Home will be 38 acres in Northern AZ, with chunks of quartz all over the property, wild horses at the fence line, and a deck I helped make code-compliant with my two hands and two dudes.

PS: I've hesitated to share anything about the ranch until the ink is on paper. There are still more pieces in motion, but even if the deal falls apart, I'm damn proud of the work we did, and I know what we can have.

Even if somehow this isn't forever home, it will be more home than I've had in a long time. Being a renter and always knowing the lease will expire differs from being an owner.

Having done this before and having to start over has taught me that it's always for the best. Having been married before and preparing to get married again, I know each time has been a lesson and a piece of my story that I wouldn't change even if I could.

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nuclearforest · 2 years

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Hello phrend. 😎 2deep4me writer asks:

What's the fic you're most proud of?

13. Do you take pride in your writing, or does it embarrass you? Why?

14. Do you compare yourself to other writers? In a positive or negative way?

15. How do you think your writing has improved over time?

Thank u for the ask!! Makes me very happy and lets me ramble abt stuff!

1, Honestly hard to say. Like, I'm proud of One Dog Night because it was the first thing I ever posted and like, really snowballed me into doing more and putting myself out there more. But on the other hand, Month to Love a Werewolf is the first multi-chapter piece I finished! And now Sirens' Guard Dog is on the way. I think those are my big three-- but as far as picking one goes?

It's really hard to say. I can't pick my favorite child lol.

13, Depends on if it is anon online or IRL.

Online? hell yeah i'm proud of being fully unhinged for my blorbo. almost at 350k in 2 years and like. ~300k of that is hans. my really sad sack awful blorbo who i love with all my little heart. stinky, stupid wolfman with a flair for the dramatic.

But IRL? I am a professional with a career you wouldn't catch me dead bringing up writing or fanfic in public. like, my folks asked me once over a holiday why I was on my laptop and what i was writing and i immediately had to bullshit that it was some stupid literary analysis to keep my skills sharp when, uh, it was really werewolf smut. very, very close to being busted but they aren't curious enough to press and i'm a fool not a coward.

THE ONLY EXCEPTION is when i am around those friends that are my enablers and don't care lmao. They think it's funny and it's on brand. Alternatively it's just one facet of the strange little gremlin they've let into their lives. I mean well--promise.

14, yeah. like, healthy or not i'm always out here comparing myself in both good ways and bad. some for learning new styles and tricks and broadening my horizons, but some for like. competitive purposes. and there's nothing to be competitive about but i've been in competitive schooling all my life and for a kid who grew up with little self confidence feeding on the praise of being "gifted" it really sticks with you. so there are many a conscious reminder that it's all for fun. that i shouldn't stress and that it's for me, even if some of that is a lie (i mean, come on--sometimes i'll write shit to brighten somebody's day but generally it's whatever catches my fancy).

but like, old habits die hard and i'm hungry for kudos and comments lmao. usually it doesn't get bad but if it does, i just bury my head in a different crafty pile of sand.

15, I HAVE A TIMELINE. we'll summarize it as exponential improvement and development tho lol.

nobody here will see the shit i wrote in middle school. we're talking paper journal self insert fic that i wrote chapters and chapters of (granted these were like, 100-ish words a chapter). talk about humble beginnings.

move to highschool and i have some fanfic and also a bit of OC work that I share in my school's creative writing club (bruh I STILL wasn't sharing fanfic).

in college I didn't write much. too busy under an engineering course load but i have a few things here and there. mostly fun little snippets of fluff to keep myself occupied.

but that said, now that i'm working and trying to live my best life, i've definitely gotten better in coherent plotlines, length, and fleshing out the details. i still have all the old stuff (even the paper journals, somewhere) and a decade+ later it's meteoric improvement lol. when i wrote One Dog Night that was the longest single story I'd written by a mile. and now i'm on a long chapter work i've updated weekly since i started it following an outline. i'm boggling my own mind.

but that said: i've always been creative and colorful, have not always been able to actually finish a story. funny enough, i've also never had a formal, regular beta and something tells me that won't change soon. (altho sometimes I do ask for a second set of eyes-- so thanks to y'all that have done it for me!)

can't wait to see how i keep growing!

#thanks for the ask #mun rambles

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alskaichou · 1 year

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💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

(forwarding optional)

lol I knew you would send this to me after I reblogged yours <3 Pretty much all of this you know about already, but here goes. I'll hit up my different interests one by one. Putting it all under a Read More because boy this gets long!

For video editing, it's sort of a mixed bag. I have some manga MEP tracks I'm quite proud of, notably my double tracks for the No Place Like Home MEP and the (very very old) animation action MEP. The latter in particular I'm proud of, because I was still pretty new to editing with manga and VERY new to animation.

For full-length videos, I have three in particular that stand out to me. First is the one I'm famous for, the one that apparently made hundreds of people cry and I guess will be the capstone of my editing career. Still mad that it got uploaded to an AMV hub which stole millions of views from MY upload of my OWN video but I digress (at least that channel is gone now, KARMA!) It's nowhere up to my editing standards today, but it still holds a special place in my heart. Then there's the Princess Tutu AMV I made years ago that got blocked on YouTube, so it's only available her on Tumblr (in trashed quality of course, thanks Tumblr). That one I'm proud of because there's so much masking and transition work that's hardly noticeable at all, which I felt was an achievement. The final one I'm partial to because I made it for you, wifey, with Hyouka because we both love it a lot. I ended up submitting it to cons almost as an afterthought. This one was hard because, as you recall, the files got corrupted and I had to re-edit the entire thing in under 2 days in order to make the deadlines. The final product isn't as good as the original version as a result, but I still love it. This one also was tough because of all the crazy masking and transition work I did. I recall some judge at a con saying it was a "basic" video and me cackling in response because little did they know that some scenes in that AMV are composited entirely and didn't exist at all in the show. Shows what some people know about editing!

For fic writing, I won't take into account any of my old works. For me, those are all dead and buried. I can't rightly claim the fic I'm working on right now, since, you know, it's not done yet, but I feel it has potential to be one of my best. In the meantime, I'll go with my Saria and Link fic that acted as a psychic relief valve for my pain over OoT. I banged this one out in, what, two days or so? I felt like a wrung-out sponge after lmao. Still worth it~

And for my final form of content creation, we come to my coloring. I haven't actually colored in years outside of the palette challenge that was popular years back. Here, here, and here are some of my favorite palette challenges I did. I have some much older pieces that I still like -- I think the most recent one of these is 6 years old already???-- and I'll put them here since it's under a Read More anyway:

And that's it! Thanks for the ask my dear <3 I appreciate it!

#about me #ask #art stuff

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postapocalypticcatbrat · 15 days

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art journeys are so strange. the fuckers in my head don't make it any less strange. I've been drawing since i was a kid, just never stopped and now that's what I'm in college for. I'm cleaning my room. I found all my old sketchbooks, i don't remember half any of it nor the order they go in. only some pages have dates. my headmate could ID some late highschool stuff, mainly because that's when we got into a game that genuinely improved our life. our mom (genuinely a shit mom) banned us from fanart back in middle school i think.

but then there's fanart of beloved characters that i still hold dear, yet there's some downright primal fear around those drawings. and it makes me wonder how much did our mom fuck up our art journey. i wonder who remembers how our mom reacted to the fanart of two guys holding hands, the drawing of a demon guy in a dress. there's no more fashion drawings after that.

i graduated highschool the same year i found my favorite video game, a game my mom never knew i adored, i also got into zelda at that time, but my mom knew of that. i was also in ap 2d art at that time. my art teacher said to hide my art style, it was "too anime" in her words. my art looks so stagnant until i started sketching my favorite game's antagonist.

my childhood friend entered my life again after graduating highschool. they got to be the first one to hear about my favorite game and the first to see the first fanart i did of it.

college started and i was in art appreciation, the teacher encumbered me to go into the art department. I'm glad i listened to her.

but before that i had winter break. some traumatic shit happened during it so I'll spare the details, but i used my favorite game as a coping mechanism and drew it to stay calm. even with the bad memories connected to the drawings from then, i still actually like them.

school started back and i entered drawing 1, the teacher is a kind lady, she's from Ukraine, she also teaches printmaking. entering her class was a weird time. my mom got sick, no longer fully controlling me, i just discovered my system (or well, the words for it), the main fucker who deals with school now showed up (I'll call them 'C', they are here alot), and an abusive friendship ended. it was alot.

my time in drawing class had me draw a portrait of soneone by memory, i had chosen that childhood friend. it was the first time in our memories that there was a sense of pride in a portrait. god it was awful looking, but it was them, C was proud of it. i don't they ever showed our friend, oh well.

drawing class was amazing. the teacher still is amazing, we're taking printmaking 2 next semester with her. she encouraged trying new things, framed as "seeing new horizons" rather than "leaving your comfort zone" but she also wanted everyone to do things they liked. we did character illustration, C designed a group of characters for one class and decided to use those characters in our drawing final, a large 3 piece series.

those drawings look almost 3d, the characters were cut out and taped onto a drawn background, layered to have deep shadows. it doesn't look that good, but it's interesting, it even had the teacher encourage us to try making pop ups. C indeed tried that suggestion. and they liked it, the mix of art and engineering made C find it enjoyable.

i wonder why no other teacher before was as encouraging as her. why was it always to hide, not embrace.

now i sew. cosplay was something we've loved for years, but now we see how much our mom controlled us with it. i finally sewn a part of a cosplay from scratch. why was i not allowed to do that before is something C and I wonder now. C wore that costume to a convention, it was of the antagonist for our favorite game. it's weird, it feels like we're reclaiming what was stolen from us by an abusive peice of shit mother.

we've sewn a plush, it actually was the critter that went to C's costume. it's in an artshow now. something most people think to submit master studies, still lifes, and sculpture or abstract art to. now a pokemon from a fangame is in it, I'm told it's always the artwork you're not proud of that gets into shows, but now the plushy C is so proud of is on display. it's weird.

i know if our mom was alive, she's tell us what to submit, i doubt it would have been the plushy, she probably wouldn't have let us make it.

it's still weird. sometimes i wonder how our art would look if our mom just let us do our thing. or if we never got into that game. i know our art would be very different (or more consistent lol) if we weren't a system, but that one i can answer, the others will be mysteries as long as we're on our art journey

idk, moral of the story, it gets better even if it's weird as fuck. i went from not being allowed to do anything to making a giant staff out of wood at school (with the teacher's help because my disability said no saws for me) for a cosplay. I went from not knowing anything going on and being scared to jokingly arguing with my headmates about zelda lore while doing art homework. it's weird, it's unwell, but it's better than it was and it'll keep getting better

#tw parent death #tw parental issues #tw parental control #did system #actually did #endos dni #ramblings #personal rant #idk if this counts as a rant but there just in case

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