#asks and answers

[bokettochild]

So the thing about a lot of Prince! Legend reveal fics is that they miss out on all the juicy bits of the aftermath. Warriors thinking of Legend as like this secretly honorable, noble person who should be protected as he carries the precious blood of Hylia

And then Legend tells Warriors to piss off and wins a battle competition for best trick shot kill and Warriors has to reconcile both images of Legend in his head

Legend meanwhile sees Wars treating him differently and is paranoid about waking up with a knife in his back bc he's a stain on the Royal legacy due to being a boy/raised as a commoner/rude

And then Sky wants to connect to Legend as family and Legend wants to stay away from any reminders that he's royalty

And his Hyrule! Have the guards gotten over the mind control and respect him but he doesn't trust them still? The royal knights he grew up knowing and trusting until his first adventure? Do the villagers of each town acknowledge him? Do they know there's a prince but not that it's Link? Do they think of him as a rags to riches story or as a class traitor?

There's so much good shit I don't see explored a lot in the prince!legend headcanon that I would love to see and so I'm excited about you seemingly want to focus on this rather than just the shock value

I'm so glad you're excited! I actually haven't seen the poll results yet, but the reception in the comments/tags has been overall very positive and encouraging, so i think i'll probably be writing this thing LOL

There is a lot of change I want to explore with the fic, but while fluff is a must, I probably will touch on the heavier aspects of what Legend's being a prince would mean for him, Hyrule, and the systems in his world in general.

I sort of like the idea of his lineage being an open secret to those who knew him growing up because he's a dead-ringer for the late queen, and since he never knew that, he's never made an effort to hide it. While there might be some who think of him as a class-traitor, I don't think it would be that many of them, since he does work for a living, doesn't live like a prince by any stretch of the word, and never puts on airs or treats the people of Hyrule like they're below him. He's hard working, helps anyone who asks, and generally is a decent guy, so the people who are most affronted at his existence would probably be other nobles/religious folks.

Wariors and Wild will probably both be having a lot of conflict with trying to reconcile the ornery vet to a prince, especially when he is still very much a teenager, but I think, since Sky and Legend are pretty close already in cannon, they'd come out okay.

My take on Sky probably doesn't care much about the royal part of things, just that Legend is family, and considering most of Legend's family was killed by Ganon, I think he'd enjoy having that.

Anyways, the shock factor will probably play a role, at least at the start as everyone finds out, but yes, I want to go beyond just the initial realization we all like playing with and actually dig into the world-building and dynamics and how Legend's being a prince effects all of that!

[lookingfts]

Release is complete!

Honestly you Tumblr peeps wrote the whole outline for this fic lol. So thank you for your ideas! And I hope that anyone who really wanted to see this continued enjoyed the way it all turned out.

[pixierainbows]

Hi! Bug went on plane, was scary but. Saw clouds from above!!!

Bug wanted to show pixie!

​asks and answers

[clangenrising]

About the tidbit with Sage having her joint pain healed after death, how would you treat future situations of a cat dying with a permanent condition? Scars, disabilities, age-related disorders etc.

I haven't set any strict rules around this but I think it has to do with... Identity. Sagetooth doesn't see her joint pain as a part of who she is so she sheds it when she becomes a soul not a body.

I'm definitely never going to depict a cat who was born with a disability shedding that disability when they die -- a cat born with three legs for example will not have a sense of self that has four legs that's weird and ableist and I don't want to do that.

When it comes to cats who acquired disabilities as they lived their lives, it gets more complicated... I think mental disabilities don't go away since the way that they think is inherently a part of themself. Aldertail, for example, isn't going to stop having OCD once she dies. Things like depression might be easier to deal with though since they're extremely chemical in the brain and so while the cat won't stop Having depression, they might not have as severe of episodes once they leave their bodies. That might not be the case though if they see their depression as being a core part of their identity.

With a physical disability that was acquired, like a missing eye, it's more up in the air I think. If the wound is especially recent, the cat probably won't retain it but if they've had it for a while they probably would? It's all about how they see themselves. Some scars might disappear, some might stay, I think it's very personalized but in general, the longer you've had the scar/injury/disability the more likely you'll keep it.

However, if a recent wound or a mortal wound is really important to the cat, they might keep it after death, like how Razor has kept the wound that killed him. He's so fixated on the moment of his death that the wound has become a part of his identity.

[zarla-s]

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we were in the middle of something, do you MIND

[patreon]

[ohbo-ohno]

cuckolding - simon ‘sells his sperms’ to reader and her bf who’s infertile. they can’t afford ivf so the traditional way it is but just the tip and jerking off into her pussy. that’s what was agreed anyway

simon ends up taking whatever he wants from her because how can we fuck if we aren’t properly aroused sweetheart? let’s do a few rounds to increase the chances eh? she’s so desperate for a baby that she complies. she’s secretly into it even. poor reader’s bf :( watching her make out with this stranger and take his cock in her mouth too

hello beloved. im ghoapifying this. pls forgive me

smth about johnny having kinks that he doesn't want to admit to/doesn't recognize... him subconsciously looking for a way to get those needs met...... it's delicious

thinking about you and johnny deciding you want a kid but after months and months of trying with no results, you're starting to lose a bit of hope. the both of you get your fertility checked, and johnny is pretty crushed to learn that he's shooting blanks. makes your relationship a little rocky for a while tbh bc he becomes kinda obsessed with proving his own virility to himself

when you two eventually decide (through a mix of dirty talk, pillow talk, and very emotional conversations) that you want to try ivf, you realize pretty much immediately after that you don't have the thousands upon thousands of dollars necessary just lying around. it's johnny who consoles you when you realize you won't be able to afford the treatment, and it's johnny who decides that he's going to fix the problem himself

(ghost is looking for odd jobs when he spots the listing on craigslist. smth so terribly worded that he almost thinks it's a joke, at first. there's not a single comma used properly, it seems like every other word is misspelled, but the earnestness is clear through the screen. the request was posted five minutes ago, and ghost is the eighth comment - a quick glance at the other accounts shows him that he's the youngest by at least a decade)

soap and ghost message, for a while. soap is pushy as hell, asks for pictures of ghost's face and gets a few of his cock instead. says he's not sure if ghost is the right pick, since he looks nothing like johnny, but keeps messaging him anyway. simon is pushy as hell, asks everyday when they're gonna meet up, gets pissy when johnny keeps pushing it off

(soap sends pictures of you sometimes. they start out innocent enough, pictures of your face from your instagram or your side profile when you won't catch him with his phone up. johnny finds it easy to ignore the guilt he feels when ghost says send me one of what i'll be fucking and johnny does, sends a picture of you fucked out and face down that you had no idea existed. you're limp, slick and come dripping from your hole, and johnny can't help the way he gets hard when ghost's only response is one without your useless spunk inside her. she won't have to put up with it much longer)

when you finally meet ghost, you're unaware of all of this, of course. johnny had just told you he wanted you to meet a friend of his from work, and you'd been excited to go out for a night on the town with him. you'd found simon off-putting, to be honest, but he'd already said he'd be picking up the tab, so you just indulge in a few more shots than you normally would and stay cuddled close to johnny most of the night.

johnny only tells you the real reason he introduced you two when ghost says 'm steppin out for a cigarette, i'll pull the car around for you two and lumbers off, lighter already out.

ye still want a bairn, right? johnny had said, eyes bright as he wrapped his arms around you, kept you pressed close to him. simon can give one to you, to us. he's not even gonna charge us, bonnie, how great is tha'? you'd gaped at him a little, and he'd interpreted your expression as fear. hush, naw, don't worry, lass, i'll be there the whole time. promise i won't let him hurt you, yeah? we can even hold hands, alright?

the time between you sitting in a booth with your legs thrown over your boyfriend's lap and your back flat on your bed is a blur in your mind

simon is heavy over you, both of your wrists held in one of his hands as he ruts against you. you're drunk enough that you can't focus on much but the heat between your thighs and the long kiss simon has kept you locked in. he strips you easily, forcing you high up on the bed so you can rest in the pillows, forcing your legs around his hips so he can pin you

it's only when he pulls back to undo his belt and strip himself that you finally remember johnny is in the room too.

he's bent over the edge of the bed, hardly two feet away, and you can hear the sound slick sound of him fisting his cock, can feel the way the bed shakes just a bit as he fucks his own hand. you sort of whine, reaching out for him, soothed when his free hand links with yours, his own eyes a little wet like they always are when he gets so hard that his thoughts melt away

"eyes here," ghost grunts, big hand covering one half of your face as he forces your gaze away from your boyfriend and back to him. "you don't need to look at him. he's not the one gettin you knocked up, is he?"

you and johnny moan in tandem for that, and your eyes are wide as saucers when you finally look down at the battering ram between ghost's thighs, the ruddy tip of him leaking as he strokes himself.

"you're too big," you manage to gasp, squirming back.

ghost makes a sound somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, lining himself up with your drippy hole and pushing in without warning. you nearly squeal at the stretch, digging your nails into his shoulders and pushing against his thighs with the heels of your feet. your squirming doesn't stop him, and he doesn't give you even a second to adjust as he uses his weight to sink himself to the hilt inside of you

he makes you look in the eye while he fucks you. and he talks a lot - he says more while he's inside you than he did your entire evening in the bar earlier

you feel good, huh? this the first time you ever had a real man fuck you? yeah, the brat humpin' the bed isn't enough for you. bet you always felt empty when he fucked you, but he didn't even need to stretch you out before rutting here. a hand rubbing your clit, making you nearly scream from the added pleasure as he fucks you so hard that the headboards slamming against the wall. bet my seed'll take first try he grunts into your ear, and you hear johnny moan from your left. might even give you more than one, huh? have you fat and round with my babies, make him watch you grow and take care of you, if he can even manage that.

when simon finally comes, he fills you up more than johnny ever had. makes you wait to come until he does first, too, tells you that he googled it while pinching and twisting your clit until you burst beneath him, your cunt squeezing his soft cock as your eyes roll back in your head

(johnny cuddles you, after. he tries to fuck you but ghost won't let him, holds him back by the hips and squeezes his balls until he goes soft, spits i don't want your spunk fucking with mine. you gonna waste my time like that? thought you wanted me to fuck your girl pregnant? were you lying, johnny, or you just so fuckin' desperate that you'll break our deal? and johnny whines and cries but listens, holding you close and pressing his cock against your folds but never inside of you)

((ghost doesn't leave the next morning. doesn't leave the next week, actually. he fucks you every day, even when you insist that you're not ovulating anymore, that he doesn't have to keep trying to get you pregnant. the first time he eventually lets johnny fuck you again, he holds him by the hips and stuffs a few fingers inside you along johnny's cock, says she got used to me, johnny, we'll have to give her a little extra if you want her to let you fuck her again and laughs when johnny whines.))

(((he doesn't even leave when you take your first pregnancy test and get positive results. he rubs your back as johnny scoops you up off the ground, rumbles his own quiet congratulations. a few days later you try to hint that he can leave now, that you and johnny don't need him anymore. he doesn't listen, but that's okay, because you can't quite imagine what you would do if he did leave, how you and johnny would function without his rock steadiness - you're relationship had been a rollercoaster before simon, insane highs and terrible lows, all smoothed out when ghost came into the picture and started playing referee for the two of you)))

((((when you're eight months pregnant, you lounge in a rocking chair as johnny rubs your feet and simon builds a crib.))))

[mooreaux]

do u perchance have an idea of how husk would speak? or could u give examples of greetings (hated/neutral/friendly/romanced)? just trying to get an idea of his dialogue

His speech is difficult to understand on a good day but lucky for you he tends to use clipped phrasing and is very conservative with his words. Silence is generally his preference.

His breathing is accompanied by a raspy hiss that escalates into a full on unearthly screech during battle.

Sometimes if he gets too emotional or angry he will lose the capability of speech altogether and devolve into *darkspawn noises* (essentially think back to any dragon age game during battle with them) It takes him a moment to compose himself and he's ashamed about it every time.

He's generally only a half step away from going feral at any given provocation.

Greetings:

Hated: Husk's one eye raises at your approach, his teeth clack angrily together, a hiss slipping between them. "Speak, wretch."

Neutral: Husk regards you warily. "That's close enough."

Friendly: He is sure to keep his mask in place and gloves on. He glances over you for injury. "You yet live. There is work to be done."

Romanced: Husk notes your approach with his full attention. He sways closer when you come near, hands twitching as if resisting to touch. "My only," he mumbles, eye cast away now that you are before him. "What do you need?"

Thank you so much for this ask!! He is... VERY fun to write.

OG Husk post for context

[zebulontheplanet]

do people who are semi verbal count in the nonspeaking community?

Hello! So this is a complicated question. Short answer? It depends.

I believe SOME semiverbal people can hang out in the nonspeaking community. Why? Because semiverbal is such a broad word, and it includes those who are technically minimally verbal, or have very very little speech. I knew someone who identified as semiverbal, but could only say a handful of words. They could have definitely hung out within the community. At least that’s my opinion.

A semiverbal person who can talk, but just struggles to talk, isn’t going to have the same experiences as a nonverbal person. Why? Because they can talk. Most nonverbal people can’t talk at all, or can talk VERY little (like a handful of words).

Semiverbal is such a broad term. In most cases? No. They do not count as nonverbal or nonspeaking. However, the semiverbal community and the nonverbal community have always been close and hung out with eachother because our experiences can be very similar. Again, it depends. I know semiverbal people who are more verbal. I know semiverbal people who barely can speak at all and are full time AAC users. It just all depends on the person.

The nonverbal community does accept them, however, that doesn’t mean a semiverbal person can identify as nonverbal if they’re not. If that makes sense? I’ve come across some semiverbal people who are more verbal and have said “I’m on the nonspeaking spectrum” which is just…wrong and misinformation.

But that’s a post for another time! Hope this helps. If you have any further questions then let me know! Have a lovely day anon.

[tavina-writes]

is it possible for a woman to inherit a sect or only sons?

Hi nonny!

I wrote about this a bit here, but traditionally to like, the wuxia genre: 1) this was (depending on the sect in question of course) mostly a meritocracy, so it's not strictly true that the daughters or sons of the former sect leader is inheriting the sect but also 2) the gender for many sects is entirely irrelevant, many prominent jianghu families in many many wuxia books aren't exactly like, desperate for sons even if they have (1) child and that child is a girl, like what will girl do? girl will learn martial arts. like it's hard?

In fact in classical wuxia it's actually quite...common to have female sect leaders (either of entirely female sects or of mixed gender sects) because sects are kind of, things you join rather than things you're born to and you inherit them because shifu said so, not due to biology.

For example, Huang Rong in Legend of the Condor Heroes and Return of the Condor Heroes, is the sect leader for the Beggar Clan, which is the largest and most powerful sect in the wulin instead of her husband Guo Jing, who was also a disciple of the previous sect leader.

Xiao Longnv from Return of the Condor Heroes comes from the Ancient Tomb Sect which, only accepts women btw, so all of their sect leaders have been women.

Yuan Ziyi's shifu, Baixiao Shenni, from Young Flying Fox was the sect leader of the Tianshan sect and a Buddhist Nun.

Dingxian from Xiao Ao Jiang Hu and her sisters, Dingjing and Dingyi, form a group called the "Three Elder Nuns" who are the leaders of the Northern Hengshan Sword Sect. Also from XAJH, Lan Fenghuang is the leader of the Five Immortal's Cult.

I'm not going to keep going down the list of like, female sect leaders in the traditional sense of the jianghu (for the record, all of the above books were written and published in the 1950s-1970s so it's not a recent phenomenon at all), but like, wuxia as a genre has in general, been surprisingly egalitarian on matters of gender. The fact of the matter is, this was the genre that first told me, at 7 or 8 years old that like, women can be powerful and intelligent and unhinged, whether they're villains or heroes or anywhere in between.

So uh, I think the reason you might not be aware of this Nonny (which is not a strike against you in any way!) is because danmei is primarily what's popular right now and danmei as a genre from what I've seen does not have uh, a great track record of bountiful female characters who are well rounded and extant or in positions of power.

[erisenyo]

“Oh fuck oh FUCK” + Zukka please!

For this prompt game! (And also this one!) (And this one too lol)

Zuko isn’t sure what posses him to actually say yes when the last hotel calls back to regretfully confirm that there will be no vacancies tonight and the cute mechanic lets up the truly over-the-top flirting to half-shyly offer Zuko a place to stay that night—

“Well, not my house,” Sokka—not Hakoda, going by the wince when Zuko had called him that, even though that’s what’s embroidered over his pocket—says, tugging on his wolf tail, “It’s my dad’s house. But he’s away!” Sokka says, excited and quickly tacking on when he seems to hear himself, “He’s helping out my Gran Gran! So I’m house-sitting! And keeping this place going—”

He waves a hand around the auto shop, making Zuko intensely curious about what Sokka does if not this all the time. He looks good in those overalls...

Not that Zuko has the chance to ask.

“—and so don’t worry, there’s plenty of space. I’m not suggesting you stay in my room—or, well, actually it is my room, but from when I was a kid, not you know, my room. I don’t live there anymore—”

Zuko wonders where he does live, if it’s close to the band’s recording studio, or any of their homes, and Ty Lee is always renting apartments all over the place maybe Zuko could—

“—but it’s still a totally good room still, like quiet but not creepily so, you know? And you can stay there. Or not! Absolutely no pressure, like obviously if you want to keep calling hotels or I mean I guess we could make up the couch in the office, though I wouldn’t recommend it," Sokka adds, frowning at the couch in question. "You end up with this really weird crick in your—”

“Yes,” Zuko interrupts, "Yes, a place to say would be great," he says, putting Sokka out of his misery. Even though he’s been enjoying the rambling train of Sokka’s thoughts all day, and he really shouldn’t impose, and Zuko might feel comfortable after so many hours of Sokka trying to figure out Zuko’s car but he doesn’t actually know the guy, and—

Sokka breaks into a grin, wide and pleased and clearly delighted and Zuko’s stomach flips the way it’s been doing all day and right. Right. That. That’s why Zuko said yes, even though he knows it’s stupid, even though it would be easier to just ask for the guy’s number even if as a rule Zuko doesn’t give out his own. Even though Mai would take one look at Sokka and give Zuko one of those knowing looks of hers and he hates being so predictable but shit, this guy is such his type.

Which means he’s not disappointed when Sokka says, “Awesome, dude! We can grab burritos on the way back!”

Dude.

And burritos.

But Zuko’s not disappointed, he’s not. He’s…relieved. To have a place to stay tonight that’s not a dubious-looking couch, or the back of his own barely-fits-two-people car. And to not be recognized—not that he ever is—because the last thing he needs on top of his car breaking down in the middle of nowhere, meaning he’s absolutely going to miss his flight—shit, Uncle is going to be so disappointed…—is to be dealing with fans.

Pestering him for info about the rest of the Dangerous Ladies, or trying to sniff out rumors about the relationships they’re all convinced are happening within the band, or hating him for breaking Mai’s heart as if it wasn’t mutual and years ago anyway. and they’re still in the band so clearly it’s fine, Mai didn’t even write that song, and—

And it’s fine. Zuko doesn’t even know what he was worried about in the first place. For someone with a massive facial scar, he's proven shockingly unrecognizable without a flaming guitar in his hands. Which is fine. Exactly how he likes it.

So what if he almost never gets his own posters of magazine covers? So what if he's tucked off to the side or in the back of all the official merch and the band has a running collection of all the albums and magazine covers and t-shirts that inexplicably end up with a price sticker over his and only his face?

It’s better than getting mobbed every time he leaves the house like Azula and getting pelted with rumors like Ty Lee and having his every expression scrutinized like Mai. It's better than having every outfit analyzed and every tilt of his head breathlessly redescribed and every photo and appearance and sighting on the street turned into screenshots and phone backgrounds and gif sets and spank bank material, better than everyone he meets tripping to fall into his bed and—

Really. It’s better.

“Here it is, the humble abode!” Sokka gives Zuko an uncertain flash of a smile as holds open the door, like he thinks someone who drives a Porsche so tricked out Sokka had had to psych himself up to actually touch it is going to judge a well-loved ranch house, which…well. Maybe isn’t such a bad assumption.

Zuko hastily makes sure his expression is set into something attentive and interested, his June is talking face, as Azula calls it.

“You’ve got your kitchen here,” Sokka says, flicking on a light to show the worn, comfortable-looking space. “Glasses are over the sink, snacks are in the fridge and in the tall cabinet if you need anything. There’s some leftovers in the freezer you can reheat, too, if you want. Oven, microwave, all the good stuff, you just, you know. Hit the buttons, and—”

And Sokka is clearly back to nervous rambling, because Zuko doesn’t think he’s going to need to eat for the rest of the week after finishing that burrito. A fucking burrito. Ugh, if there’s ever a less sexy food, and then to eat so much of it nervously pacing Sokka that Zuko actually contemplated whether he could subtly unbutton his jeans in the car…

“…and the bedrooms are this way, and the bathroom—it’s shared, sorry,” Sokka adds, glancing back to give Zuko an apologetic look. Zuko hastily jerks his eyes up off Sokka’s ass. “Probably not what you’re used to, I know. But it’s just you and me, so it won’t be too bad!”

“It’s perfect,” Zuko says, trying for a smile and blinking when Sokka just coughs, a blush staining his cheeks as he quickly gets back to his tour.

“Extra blankets and stuff are here,” Sokka says, rapping on a closed door. “Towels, pillows, the works. There should be some extra shampoo and soap and stuff in there too, if you need it.”

“Sounds like you have everything covered,” Zuko says, hearing the awkward edge of his words but still trying to reach for some of the joking, playful easiness of earlier today. “Quite the full-service auto shop you’re running.”

“Uh…yeah.” Sokka freezes a little, eyes wide, which…great. Zuko isn’t surprised he missed the mark, but still. He thought he’s at least better these days than when Azula firmly told him he was no longer allowed to speak in interviews until he could be sure he wasn’t going to end up in another bloopers reel.

“Anyway!” Sokka finally says, shaking himself, his voice coming out suddenly squeaky, which— “Here’s your room, have a good night, make yourself comfy I’ll seeyoutomorrow!”

Zuko blinks again, nonplussed. Did Sokka just...run away? In his own home?

"That's that then," Zuko sighs ruefully—the flirting had been so outrageous that Zuko couldn’t quite believe it was actually real, so—giving the closed door Sokka had disappeared behind one last look before slipping into his room.

Which is very much a teenager’s room, holy—Zuko nearly laughs as he realizes why Sokka was so quick to make that clear. And a well-lived in one, at that, LEGOs on the shelves and cheap trophies for science fairs lined up across the dresser, half-faded posters and clipped-out pictures tacked over the walls and old art supplies still scattered over the desk.

It's cluttered and eclectic and...cute. Cute in the same way Sokka is cute, and he’d probably hate being called that which just makes Zuko want to do it even more, Zuko’s lips curled again into the little smile he feels like he's been wearing all day as he sprawls back on the neatly-made twin bed and immediately makes eye contact with himself.

On the ceiling.

Shirtless.

Life-sized.

Zuko’s mind immediately supplies the details—that Rolling Stones cover shoot for their third album, right before Zuko had turned twenty, when he was still somehow managing to keep up his martial arts training because who needed sleep, definitely not him. He and Ty Lee had been goofing off while Mai and Azula got their makeup finished, flexing their muscles and trying to out-flexible each other and the photographer had loved it and had them run with it, who could pose the most creatively with the most outrageously flexed muscles and —

Zuko slowly closes his mouth and rapidly reconsiders that whole ‘not recognized’ thing...

--

Sokka is giving his teeth the most thorough, most frustrated brush of his life—ugh, burritos. Why did he suggest burritos—when he nearly chokes on his toothpaste as he suddenly realizes that he just put Zuko Hua in his— “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

Oh…fuck.

Katara is never going to let him live this down.

He is so, so fucked.

[bokettochild]

You know what, with Legend, it's better and quicker to do the list of things he has not done, because he has done too much things in his adventures.

Wild: So, vet, what haven't you done?

Legend: Um................... *frowns in thought but it keeps getting deeper and deeper*

Wars: Vet?

Legend: I haven't..... slept with anyone? I guess?

Hyrule: .....and?

Legend: I got nuthin'.

Wind: Well, you haven't died yet!

Legend: ...........

Wind: Wait really?

Legend: *awkward glances*

Twilight: Have you lost a limb too then?

Legend: Oh! No! Not yet!

Warriors: NOT EVER! NO! NO! NO!

[lookingfts]

Hi! In If I Hurt You, did Kate and Anthony ever have completely sober sex before they were in a committed relationship?

Going to do another double answer! (I really do try not to blow up all of your feeds.)

I think Anthony was sober when he took Kate's virginity. He really did want it to be good for her and tried to take care of her. I think (and maybe I'll get into this more if I do an Anthony POV), when they met, the drugs and alcohol were more for fun. His use just got heavier over time, trying to bury the grief that he hadn't dealt with, and struggling with the pressure of fame, until he couldn't really function without it. And that was when Kate had to walk away, because she was never getting the sober version of Anthony anymore. And why she gravitated toward him at the awards show afterparty - because it was like the old Anthony, the one she missed.

Have you ever heard "I Wanna Be Yours" by Arctic Monkeys?: it's my personal Anthony and Kate theme. I can see If I Hurt You Anthony performing an unplugged version of an ode he wrote to Kate at their wedding. His vows, basically. Do you think he would release it as a single or keep it for just them? I could see it going both ways. Imagine his acceptance speech if it won a Grammy 😭

I love Arctic Monkeys. One of my stories is named from the lyrics to I Wanna Be Yours (Secrets I have held in my heart - an older one, I think that was the third Kanthony fic I ever wrote). But definitely, he writes like an embarrassing number of songs about Kate, and surprises her with one at their reception - a song she's never heard before. It's easier for him to communicate through music than it is to say the words. If he did release it as a single, I could see Kate coming out on stage with him to sing it together. Maybe Eternity or Breathe for You.

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Hey Pixie! Just wanted to say thank you for reminding me that there are beautiful things in the world that I should appreciate more! Your enthusiasm for clouds fills me with joy! Here are some that I found pretty neat! Hope you're having a wonderful day! 😊

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[clangenrising]

Unfortunately I don’t think there’s any one good answer for the whole “disabilities shedding in the afterlife” thing. I’m disabled myself, and if I died and went to a hypothetical Heaven and I was still disabled, I would be really pissed about it. But you also have to be careful with like. Erasure of disabilities and such, like you said.

But, every single person is different so everyone is going to have a different idea of it. I think a case by case basis is the best way to go without ruffling too many feathers or accidentally being ableist, as you said- like, taking the canon books as an example, Brightheart keeping her facial scars in StarClan would make perfect sense, but so does Briarlight being able to walk again. (The problem with the latter being the language used for it + the already constant stream of ableism in the books, which makes it feel less like a “this makes sense for her character” thing and more of a “disabled people need to be erased” thing, if that makes sense.)

Yeah, very well said. I'm definitely going to try and be conscientious when deciding what fits each of my characters and what that choice says to my audience

[zarla-s]

Just thinking. Gaster had been in the void for quite a long while, surely long enough to where he was used to not seeing anything. So when Sans teleported him out, I feel like suddenly having light in his eye would've left him hissing in pain as he shields his eye, and all the dialogue that's in that scene gets put on hold for several long minutes XD

TRULY THE GREATEST PUNISHMENT OF ALL assuming eye sockets work for skeletons like that, haha.

Gaster swearing is like :o but I was thinking about that one older comic where he swore in front of the brothers and they started copying him, much to his dismay. Not a common thing, but sometimes!

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Mmm you know non-con with gaz would get so weird cuz I don't think he'd even process that's what he's doing. So he talking all sweet and probably isn't even being all that rough, which just throws a mind fuck on top of it all

omg i've been reading a bunch of gaz posts recently, so this is perfect timing for this ask

i think when we're talking about noncon fics in general, both soap and gaz are the types to not really realize (or at least care) that you're not consenting, but for completely different reasons. so like gaz (depending on this fic obvi but like, just generally) is soooo convinced that he's perfect for you & he could make you so happy, you just don't understand. it's okay, he'll be the one to teach you <3

he's sooo good to you, why are you even upset? he's rubbing your clit just how he knows you like it, he's calling you sweet names and he's not even fucking you that hard, nowhere near as hard as he wants to :( but it's okay, he knows you're sensitive and whiny, and he'll just wipe away your tears and give you a nice orgasm or two to make you feel better

or maybe you try to break up with him for this reason or that, and he knows you're making the wrong choice, and he knows that you know you're making the wrong choice, he just has to show you. so he does - he takes you to bed, silences all your protests with his lips, holds your hands as he fucks you just rough enough to make you go a little dumb, tucking his lips close to your ear and whispering all the ways he'll show you how perfect you are together, every surface he'll show you on and in the exact positions he'll use

sometimes you might not even fully realize that you didn't say yes, or maybe you even said no. he's nice about it all, every time you whisper that you want to go a little slower he says yeah, yeah of course love, we can do whatever you want and even if he doesn't actually go any slower, his lips feel so good against yours, and you don't want him to stop, yknow? so what if he takes things a little further than you maybe wanted him to, it's not like he's hurting you really. he's just being sweet <3