#i'm planning to do at least 1 more short fic and 1 really long one before the end of the phight

[wolfjackle-creates]

Hi!! I haven't been on Tumblr for a while but I used to read a fic you made out of a prompt (?) Someone else made about Danny who freaked out when he realized the Waynes are the Bats and accidentally shot Bruce(?) And if I'm not mistaken you made a part 2 of it (idr remember if it was a wip or finished) but do you have a masterlist so I can re-read it :D? So sorry if I sound weird (´⌒｀;)

It is absolutely never weird to ask an author about their works!!!! Thanks so much for sending this in.

It's been ages since I've worked on this one, but it's definitely on my short list to get back to. Especially since I'm pretty close to having it finished?

Here's chapter 1 on AO3. And the Subscription Post.

Chapter 2 is limited to Tumblr right now, only two parts currently. Part 1 can be found here.

Currently it's called Want to Hold on and Feel I Belong. However, when I do start updating on AO3 again, I plan to change the name. (I'm just waiting so people who have subscribed are more likely to remember what they're getting an email about.) Mostly I refer to it as my Bad Reveal AU. Though I get that's not a great working name as that's usually reserved for the Fenton parents reacting badly rather than Danny reacting badly.

Also, as a thanks for reminding me that it's been a while since I've posted anything about this fic (or, well, in general), have the next bit!

Here's a random 1.5k.

Previous

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Having a potential lead so close meant the hours until J’onn’s arrival were spent in prep mode.

Every uniform had to be checked for the slightest damage and upgrades done where possible. Supplies and go-bags were organized so they could leave the moment they had a lead. Fuel levels in every vehicle were checked and topped off where necessary.

And finally, the zeta tube activated and J’onn stepped out. “Good day to all of you. I heard my assistance was needed?”

Bruce went to greet him. “J’onn. Danny’s room is upstairs. Did Clark explain the situation?”

“Yes. He said that your newest ward has density shifting powers and left things behind in his walls and floor before running away a few days ago.”

Bruce nodded sharply. “Follow me. Clark will show you where the items are hidden so you can retrieve them.”

Dick happily zipped up what felt like the hundredth bag he’d had to pack and joined them. “Hey, J’onn. Welcome. How have you been?”

“Greetings, Dick. It has been a long time since our last meeting. I have been well. I want to wish you luck in finding your brother swiftly and easily.”

Dick nodded his thanks. “Same. We’re really hoping he left behind something to help because we haven’t had much luck so far.” Dick pulled out his phone and notified the family of J’onn’s arrival and requested they meet in Danny’s room.

On the way, Bruce and Dick filled J’onn in on the situation. At the implication of government experimentation, he face went hard and he vowed he would help them however he could.

Clark, Jason, and Alfred were already there when the group arrived and the rest weren’t far behind. With everyone present, the room felt crowded.

“Where should I start?” J’onn asked Clark.

“Behind the NASA poster. I think that’s where he keeps the weapons. One of them is an object that looks like it might be the same as, or at least similar to, the weapon that shot Bruce.”

Under Clark’s direction, J’onn removed not just two more energy guns, but also a glowing-green net, a boomerang, a tube of lipstick, what looked like a weird, high-tech thermos, and a wooden baseball bat with a sticker that said “Fenton” on it.

Dick couldn’t help but whistle at the pile. “Damn, he was packing all this?”

“Apparently,” said Damian. But Dick could tell his youngest brother was impressed and mentally reassessing his beliefs of Danny. “Perhaps he is not as helpless as I previously believed.”

“Why’s he got lipstick?” asked Steph as she picked up the tube.

“Don’t!” ordered Bruce even as she opened it and released a laser beam that left a small scorch mark on the ceiling.

She stared in shock before laughing. “Oh, damn! When he comes back, I’m so asking if he could get me one of these. That’s so cool!”

“Can I see that?” asked Barbara.

“Wait until we’re in the cave,” said Bruce with a sigh. Both women grinned at him.

Dick reached down and grabbed the net. Despite the color, it seemed normal enough, maybe a little smoother than most rope he’d handled. He pulled out a pocket knife and was able to slice through one of the ropes easily enough. Jason came over to look at it with him.

“Anything weird about it?” he asked as he reached out to touch it. “Huh, that’s odd.”

“What’s odd about it? Seems pretty normal to me.”

“It just… It feels weird. It almost hurts to touch.” When Dick looked at him sharply, Jason quickly added, “It doesn’t hurt, but it feels like it should. If that makes sense.”

“Feels normal to me.” Dick showed him the break he’d made.

Jason shrugged. “Dunno, then. I just get a weird feeling from it.”

Damian picked up the energy gun, Tim the thermos, and Duke the boomerang when Alfred cleared his throat.

“Before we get distracted, might I remind you that there is more to find? We can bring everything down to the cave to examine them with no more damage to Master Danny’s room.”

Everyone sheepishly put down the things they were holding. Dick bit back a laugh when he noticed Clark push the baseball bat away from himself with his foot.

“So, J’onn,” Clark said. “I think the next area of interest is behind this poster.” He gestured at a poster of the horsehead nebula. Dick had helped Danny find it and hang it up and the kid had talked about nebulae for over an hour as they did. The memory caused his eyes to burn.

From this stash, J’onn pulled some notebooks and two external hard drives, which Barbara took. Dick and Bruce both grabbed a notebook. Dick opened his to the first page.

Journaling is such a stupid idea. I don’t have any time for it but Jazz says I need to get my feelings out. Pointless. So what if I can’t sleep and Skulker attacked me again today during English getting me another detention. Its not my fault! Shit, haven’t done that essay for Lancer. If I miss any more assignments he’s gonna fail me for real.

Everyone knew Danny had been failing before he’d been brought to them, but he’d refused to discuss why. Once he was in school in Gotham, he’d gotten straight A’s. Even if he did ask for the occasional help in English from Jason.

But this raised so many questions. Who was Skulker and why were they attacking Dick’s little brother during English class. He flipped through the pages. Interspersed between journal entries were drawings of schematics. Dick thought he recognized some of the designs as the weapons they’d uncovered.

His eyes caught on an entry that started with a string of curses.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. My parents saw Dani today. In ghost form. They actually managed to hit her. Only her second visit and I couldn’t keep her safe. Some big brother dad cousin whatever I am. I did get her to the Far Frozen. Frostbite fixed her up. Taught me what to do if it happens again, too. And gave me the medicines and supplies to do it. I’m so glad I have friends in the Zone now. It makes it so much easier. I can’t get the image of Dani’s blood staining my hands out of my mind. Going to Tuck’s tonight. I can’t be around my parents right now.

Stomach dropping, he flipped a few more pages until he found one with a photo. It was a grinning Danny with white hair and wearing a jumpsuit standing on a curved balcony. Behind him, spire buildings rose into the air, many rounded in a way not often found on Earth.

Clockwork took me to Mars today! Holy shit it is so cool. Just, everything. We went back to when they were thriving and I had to stop an invasion. But that’s not important. Everyone here can go intangible despite being alive. Some of their buildings don’t even have doors because they’d be pointless! And the plants and animals are all so different, too. Clockwork helped me find some books on Martian history and biology and evolution. He’s also gonna show me where the Martians exist in the Zone so I can learn their language. Maybe one day I can go to Krypton or Tamaran as well?

Dick stared back at the picture. It did have that distinctive feel of wrong that extraterrestrial landscapes always had. He swallowed. “Uh, J’onn?”

“Yes, Dick?”

“Um, Danny. This is his journal. He said he went to Mars. Before… Just, before. He’s got a picture. Is this real?” He handed the photo to J’onn who hesitated a moment before taking it.

J’onn froze as he stared at the simple image. “I… Yes. This is my home. How…?”

Dick shrugged and wished he had an answer for the last of the Martians. “Someone called Clockwork brought him there apparently. To stop some sort of invasion? He didn’t discuss that much. He was too interested in the planet and people to talk about what he did. He was hoping to visit Krypton and Tamaran, too. Also said something about Martians existing somewhere he called the Zone. He wanted to meet them to learn the language.”

The look on J’onn’s face at the mention of other Martians existing somewhere was heartbreaking. Maybe Dick shouldn’t have said anything? When Danny came home, would he maybe want to talk to J’onn about Mars?

With clear reluctance, J’onn handed the picture back. “This is your brother in the photo?”

“Yeah. I mean, Danny usually has black hair and blue eyes, but that’s him. Do you recognize him?”

J’onn nodded. “Of course. He is the Omen. His coming foretells death and destruction which he will then try to avert. I know what invasion he is speaking of, it is, was, taught in our history books. He saved all of Mars that day. We thought him a god.”

Dick’s mouth fell open. His little brother? A god?

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Did you enjoy your little surprise update tonight? Let me know what you think!

[zolo-san]

hey @ people who write long fics/chapter fics: what do you do when you have a fic idea and you've got a lot of good stuff to make up the actual fic, but you don't really have a real ending?

asking for a friend lol

So I don't normally write long fics and I really don't write chapter fics (Like one of my longest posted fics is a little over 14k but most of my stuff averages around 4k) but the Lawlu university AU that has been consuming my brain for the last month or so is an idea that has to be a chapter fic and I have a lot of ideas for it, but I don't have a clear ending point. Most of my fics have always had a very clear and natural end Like I've never really planned the ending out per say, but I just knew when the story I was trying to tell was finished and never had a problem wrapping it up But right now I'm close to finally getting all the ideas I had for this AU down and I don't know that I have a "clear" ending, ya know I know that I don't (at least right now) have much more that I'd like to include in the story, but idk if I can really end it where my ideas/desire to continue the story drops off like idk if it'll feel like a proper end there...........this is also so hard to explain if you're not living in my head and don't know where the planning doc currently ends, so sorry lol

I also have this irrational fear of writing chapter fics Like I get anxious at the implied commitment of it all and dumb things like how long a chapter should be? (I don't believe in filling up stories with filler just for the sake of length, if it's not relevant to the story or character development I generally won't include it - it's the script writer in me >.<) I know there's no real "rules" to how long a chapter "needs" to be and there's no such thing as a chapter being "too short" (this applies for writing in general, but double for fanfic) but it makes me STRESSED that I might not have enough for certain ideas to make a "full" chapter idk why I'm more comfortable with creating a bunch of short fics as part of a series and calling it a day (maybe because there's also no implied "total" amount of chapters even tho ao3 does the 1/? until you mark a chapter fic as complete) I also get anxious because I like the permission series fics feel like they give me to skip large chunks of time and I feel like I can't do that with a chapter fic (again I know there are no "rules" I'm just stressing out for nothing lol) I also just like that with a series I could randomly pick it up and write another piece to go with it on a whim if say, I get another idea out of nowhere after completing the story that I have currently planned (tho I guess there's nothing that stops me from adding a chapter to a fic even after it's marked as complete is there? 🤔) BUT if I were to write it as a series, then I'd have to have a title for every fic and the thought of that makes me want to jump out a window (naming fics is truly the bane of my existence), but with a chapter fic it's one title and I'm done (I also already know what I want the title to be sooooooooo) I can also make a series for the AU and have the chapter fic be a main fic and then have the freedom to write sort of spin-off one-off fics in the same universe for other couples 😈

idk man........I'm having a CRISIS over a fanfiction and something about that is very funny....but still lol Especially because I'm mostly worried about breaking non-existent "rules" idk I think I just have to accept that I'm a little weirdo when it comes to fic writing~

tho I still have the problem of not having a clear ending..........

help i'm going crazy i know none of this matters but still >.>

[fmajorenthusiast]

Wrote another lil fic about Riff buying Cordelia's ring!!! It's fairly short and sweet, but I'm really excited to share it!!!! :D

Tags: Riff Raff Snowfall/Cordelia Fenling, Magenta Snowfall, AU, Riff Raff and Magenta are king and queen of Transsexual, fluff, humor, Riff Raff's face claim is Kristian Lavercombe, Magenta's face claim is Patricia Quinn, Cordelia's ring claim is the fire child puffy heart ring birthday cake edition!!! Also I copied and pasted this from my notes app so the font may be a little off I'm sorry for that! Same is true of my other fics

Word count: 2,563

Riff Raff quietly pushed the glass door open and walked into the next jewelry store. Vibrancy Fashion was its name and it was the millionth store that Riff had visited this week.

Alright, it was only the 17th total in the time that he'd spent looking, but it still felt like the millionth.

How he'd managed all of this without it going crazy on the news, he had no idea. Thankfully, it seemed that his plan of "wear a hood and let your long hair fall out of the front some to abstruct things" was going quite well! Also, the jewelers knew how to keep their mouths shut. He'd taken the time to write a very nice review to each store and tip them through the roof, even if they hadn't had what he was looking for.

Still, the employees saw his face every time they came up to ask if he needed any help and he needed to make the most frantic and begging shush motion with his finger every time. He made his way to a room in the further portion of the store. The sign that pointed to engagement rings led here. He started looking in earnest.

Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamond, oh look! Prehnite! Most certainly the one colored ring here and it was still one color! Don't be bitchy, Riff, he reminded himself. These options objectively sell better and these people are objectively way more likely to buy these ones. Still though, he couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh of frustration.

He remembered what Cordelia had said when he'd asked her if she wanted to choose her ring herself. "If it's important to you, I vill, but I'd much ratzher it be your choice, I trust you and zhe surprise is more fun zhat way!"  And by time if he wasn't thankful for that decision now! No doubt she would've insisted on settling for something more standard, and he was not going to have that! By standard he didn't mean "unfit for a Queen Consort" he more so meant "at least relatively simple design". It wasn't right for her. It didn't fit her personality. It had to have more colors than that!

He looked around for about another two minutes before a worker approached him and then the dance began. He started discreetly bringing his finger to his lips.

"Hi, zhere! Can I help you vitzh anytzhing-" and then in a hushed tone, "past, present, and future! It's-!"

"Shhhhhhhh" he whispered as desperately as he could. She had long brown hair and eyes and was standing as if she didn't know where to look. She had a name tag- Wylla.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to her. "I just can't have anyone knowing I'm here." He'd clearly been looking at the engagement rings. She'd get the picture.

"I understand! I do! I'm... just a bit in shock right now! your highness I'm so sorry-" She quickly sought to correct herself

"Riff Raff, please. This isn't a professional setting on my part," he requested. "And you had a reaction, not a response. It's perfectly normal and you have nothing to apologize for in the slightest. Please try to believe that," he assured her as casually as he could. It was times like that when he didn't really know if he was the right person to be talking. His comforting words were primarily coming from his memories of being a scared little boy in servitude, though he did have some knowledge of psychology.

"Tzhank you, y.... Riff Raff. Tzhank you." She looked around nervously, before speaking again. "Um..." she nervously started, "It's 1:17AM on a veeknight, and you're zhe only person in zhe shop- let alone back here, vitzh no vindows. I don't zhink ve need to vhisper-"

"Oh thank time," he said in his normal voice, pulling his hood down and taking his maroon jacket off. "You would not believe just how much I've been sweating in that thing." He wished that he had a brush to run through his hair. His head had lots of light yellow strands with a dark root that had decided to frizz up underneath his hood. He'd always believed that night shift employees held all the world's secrets and this was the proof that he needed.

He sighed and put his jacket on the table for the time being. "Hi," he laughed out. "I'd like to... um... have you got anything that's multicolored?" He asked.

"He's just set up a whole section!" The employee responded. "Zhe boss, zhat is. I haven't looked at it yet- I vouldn't even begin to know vhat's in it. Zhey don't tell me zhose zhings for some reason."

"Perfect!" he said excitedly. "Can you show me?" She led him through the shop a bit until she stopped, appearing to be completely dumbfounded as to what she was looking at.

"I'm so sorry," she finally managed.

"What? What's wrong?" He asked, catching up. "If it's still coming soon then rest assured that that's fine by me! The world is wild and you needn't act like- what the...?"

Riff Raff didn't know what he had expected, but the advertisement, "if you shine the light on these diamonds just right, they'll sparkle rainbow! Just like the rainbow that you feel inside of your chest when you look at them!" had most certainly not been it.

"Is this your boss's doing?" Riff Raff finally asked the woman, his now also completely dumbfounded expression not changing.

"Yes," the woman finally admitted, pained.

"I'm sorry for you," Riff said, finally turning back to face her. "Is your company running into financial trouble?"

"Not really, it's just zhe boss being zhe boss," she admitted.

"If I give you a massive tip, will you be able to split it between yourself and the other workers without giving this boss of yours any funds to create more of these unfortunate ideas?"

"Yes, I can do tzhat."

"Fantastic," Riff groaned. He placed the money into the girl's hand, thanked her very much for her service, and left. It'd be a very solid amount for each worker and it would not be invested in more bullshit ideas.

Riff fastened his jacket up and made his way out of the shop. He let out a whine, buried his face in his hands, and said "fucking time I love you," at the wind in an exasperated manner, speaking in theory to Cordelia wherever she was. He looked up at the world and wrung his hands while trying to think.

What could he do? Regular jewelers were absolutely not working and he was starting to get a bit frightened. He started to puzzle through different ideas in his mind.

First idea: find some way to design one yourself and get it commissioned- unworkable. In the alternate universe in which she'd brought up the discussion first and therefore committed to being the one to propose, she'd have had a very easy time doing that, but alas, he had been the one to commit to proposing.

And he didn't regret it! Not at all! He wanted to be the one to ask. He loved her and wanted to tell her all the lovely things- Get your mind thinking again, Snowfall! A voice in his head rang out. It was nobody's in specific, he just needed to get focused again.

Second idea: Take out an ad or have some online post somewhere about where a fitting ring could be found- also unworkable! He'd get busted immediately and it would make the news throughout Transylvania, let alone how big it would be on Transsexual's news! It'd fuck up both the proposal and the wedding! He couldn't let that happen!

He exhaled and started pacing back and forth as he made frustrated stimming motions with his hands.

Why didn't anyone offer anything off the beat and path? He felt like he'd been caught in a trap where he needed something that wasn't so usual, but he had no idea where the unique rings could be hiding! They were so specific, it wasn't like he could just waltz into an alternative fashion store and-!

Then it finally hit him.

What if he could?

It wasn't impossible. There was an alternative fashion store that was pretty damn massive, and it was open all night!

He would be teleporting there immediately. He waited until he had the go ahead and then ran across the street to the nearest rest stop, went in, and found a teleporter right on the nearest wall. He punched in its coordinates.

Suddenly, he was in a rest stop right down the street from the store that he wanted to see. He exited the rest stop and speedwalked to the store as fast as he possibly could.

He made it through the automatic glass doors in the quickest manner possible and started speedwalking through the shop. Directions, directions, directions, he paid close attention to the signs overhead while he speedwalked like his life depended on it. Jewelry, jewelry, jewelry, I am in the jewelry section! Will it get any more specific than that? AHA! ENGAGEMENT RINGS! YES! YES! His mind was racing like its life depended on it. He started scanning the options. His heart was absolutely pounding. These were definitely better- none of them felt like they belonged on Cordelia's finger yet, but he could at least pin a personality down for each of them now and AH!

Time's bright future, he had found it. He'd found it! It was like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders. He finally came face to face with an employee. Lilliana, their nametag said.

"Hi! If I take off this hood here can you promise not to freak out and to use my first name and just generally treat me as normal as you possibly can?"

They probably thought he was about to rob the place. Perfect.

"Oh fuck," he sighed as he figured that out. "Don't worry I'm not going to rob you It's just me-!" he told the stranger as he took off his jacket. They seemed to stare at him for an eternity that lasted all of two seconds.

"I want- desperately- you have no idea how desperately- to be married! To be a married, married king!" Riff finally blurted out. His palms were sweating and his heart was racing. "This is the eighteenth store that I've been to. I hadn't seen a single ring that I could imagine giving to my woman until I came here and-"

"Oh please tell me tzhat it's Cordelia Fenling you two are so cute from vhat I've s-!"

"Yes of course It's Cordelia Fenling! Who else do you think I'd- I am so sorry that was not very kingly of me I'm just very very overwhelmed," he finally admitted whilst falling to the ground crying. "Please tell me that you have this in a size five," he choked out. "It's the only ring I've seen that I've felt should be hers."

The employee smiled at that. "Tzhat does make sense. She's marrying into royalty, after all."

"You don't understand! It's not that" Riff Raff said. "I'm marrying into the commercial interior design industry! And her specific type!"

"Tzhat also makes sense I suppose!" The employee replied. "So vhich vone-?"

"Please!" Riff Raff cried. "Please tell me that you have it in a size five! I know, I know! It's not your fault! Not your fault at all! If you don't have it I can soldier on I swear but please, this is the ring I want so desperately!" he said, pointing at the one he wanted.

"Vell, ve-"

"PLEASE!" He wept, before adding, "I'm so sorry this is not your fault-"

"Ve actually-"

"It's really alright I promise you I'm no worse off than I was before-"

"Hey! Ve have it in a size five, you know?" The employee finally was able to get out over him before backing off. "I'm sorry that wasn't very gentle I know you're just scared-"

"IT'S A MIRACLE!" Riff cried out, jumping to his feet and hugging the employee. Both of them kept periodically laughing as the employee rang up the ring for him. He was so happy. He tipped the employee and that store harder than he'd ever tipped anyone before. He'd never been so thrilled in his life- he finally had everything he needed to propose to the love of his life! He thanked the employee profusely and apologized for his miniature breakdown during the purchasing process. Thankfully, the employee found the whole situation hilarious and promised not to tell anybody anything about it unless Riff Raff brought it up publicly first himself. He felt so unspeakably grateful!

After he walked outside of the shop, he paused for a moment, feeling a lovely windy chill hit his face. He held the ring box close to his chest and felt his whole body swell with heat. His heart was beating with pure love. "I love you, Cori" he whispered into the wind as the swelling grew stronger. "My love, my Cordelia... Oh, my love!" He finally walked back to the rest stop and teleported home, more relieved than he'd felt in a long while.

***

"So," Riff Raff said the next day, standing in front of Magenta and holding the open ring box in front of her. The space between them was small enough that they couldn't really look in each other's eyes, but he knew that she could tell that he had a massively proud smirk on his face. "Do you still think I should've given up ten shops ago?" he challenged with a playful smile on his face and raised eyebrows.

Magenta was fully speechless with shock. He had won this one. She took a few steps away, her hand on her forehead and her mouth open. "How did you find zhat?" she finally asked.

"I just went to an alternative fashion store!" Riff laughed out. "I cried in front of the employee who rang me up but I did it!"

"I'm sure you did, you dork!" she laughed back. "You really vere right, I guess!"

"Hello! I'm home!" An unmistakable voice called into the family's part of the castle.

Fuck!

"Hide it!" Magenta frantically whispered. "Now!"

"You say that like you have to tell me!" Riff whispered back with equal force whilst rummaging through his closet. He found a coat of his in the back that had inside pockets and he quickly undid the zipper, unzipped the inside pocket, zipped up the inside pocket, and then zipped the coat back up.

Magenta was sighing at him. "Well it's not bad for having this one room as an option and I'll find a better spot later!" he whispered at her.

Magenta only laughed. He found himself loving that he amused her and laughed as well.

Cordelia came in, her face covered in paint. She looked confused for a second, before smiling and asking, "Did zhe story about zhe paint bucket splashing everyvhere make zhe news yet?" which caused all three of them to burst into laughter.

It had in fact made the news, but the three of them were so happily wrapped up in their own lives for once that they hadn't even noticed, and that was more than enough to make them perfectly happy!

[writingforstraykids]

okay SO this may be a weird question but i've gotta start somewhere 😭

i kept seeing your name being tagged everywhere but i hadn't scrolled across any of your works (sad ik). but literally i just kept seeing your username so i was like "okay i have to find out who this person is omg" and BABY WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MUCH CONTENT OMG 😭😭 i love it but it's also like wow... i strive to be this sm??? but also it's like where do i even start here? 🥲

this is my long winded way of asking: do you have any favorites you've written or recommendations of what fics to start on for all the newbies to your blog? with my stuff, ik i have certain ones i'm most proud of/pleased with, so if any come to mind for you, pls pls let me know! ❤️

Not a weird question at all, I've gotten worse😂

Oh, hahaha, well, thank you for checking out my blog after tumblr seems to have thrown me right into your face😂 uhh, honestly, because I'm insane. I love procrastinating uni assignments, clearing my head with writing instead. I usually work on fics for at least an hour of the day (my sleep schedule is fucked), and I work on like five things at the same time at least to avoid getting stuck anywhere...I also had a schedule of posting 4 times a week which I had to stop, not it's like 2 to 3 times a week😂

There's two ways to tackle this😂:

1. Okay soo most of my fics are Minchan or include either Chan, Minho or Felix. So if your bias is one of them, go wild😂 I only recently started writing more for the others as well. I'd recommend you start out easy with the masterlists for Seungmin, Changbin, Jisung, Jeongin and Hyunjin; there's one soft thoughts fic for each. Then probably Felix, his is still short. Check out Minho's and Chan's individual masterlist then if you want stuff with a reader. Me and my friend @zehina also started posting weekly rambles that are just soft thoughts on all the members.

If you're into pairings among the members, go check out the member x member (mostly smut, one Jilix/2min fluff thing) and the Minchanlix one. For Minchanlix, you'll find something with the reader as well; the Chanlix master list is mostly with a reader. If your favorite pairing is Minchan (with or without the reader)…almost half of my fics are on that Minchan master list.

2. Some fics/series I really love currently (15.05.24) are:

Always back to you (single!dad!Minho x male!Reader) - ongoing series

All the times you fell in love with Minho (x femReader)

All the times you fell in love with Chan (x femReader)

It's always been you (Chan x male!Reader)

Finding home in your heart (dilf!Lix x femReader) - ongoing mini series

You don't need me (Minchanlix x femReader)

You're so cute (soft!dom!Chan x first time sub!Changbin)

Second chance (Minchan x femReader)

Only the best for you (Minchan -> will become a poly!skz series)

More than friends (Minchan x femReader) - series

I owe you a kiss (Minchan x femReader) - ongoing series

Addicted to you (Minchan) - the first thing I wrote for skz; there's bonus content planned - series

[fartasticdurge]

2024 Writing Year in Review

Fine, I'll pull a @alwaysmauria and say that when enough people tag you, you finally give in to one of them, albeit begrudgingly.

Words posted (on AO3): ~370k, excluding those I share with @strixamans and @vakariansyndrome, so probably ~330k

Fandoms: BG3 & DAtV

Skipping past stats. No one but those who sort by hits or kudos should care about this. And if you do, that's fine.

Fic I spent the most time on: Fated, my first baby. It's a gruesome 162,186 words-filled monster, but I love her for all she taught me.

Fic I spent the least time on: The Lord, the Thief, their Mistress & Fart's Lover, only because @vakariansyndrome did most of the heavy lifting after the words spewed out of us.

Favourite thing I wrote: Does Emmrich still know how to do dishes. It started off poorly, I couldn't get Emmrich's voice to sound less like Sherlock Holmes and House MD combined, but this story made me reflect on the process of writing more than anything had before. And it's probably no coincidence that it's currently ranked my most-read one-shot.

Favourite fics I read this year: I saw you guys doing 4+1 here, but fuck that. #tageveryone

Resonance by @tthisonebites and, honestly, anything you ever write. But that one was viscerally good and stuck with me. One of my favorite authors.

Midwinter's Rest by Professor_Rye. And not just because this was a gift from them, but they truly hit me in the feels with anything they write.

Waiting, Jealous Little Thing, Reckless Little Love, Drizzt, darling? Really? by @vakariansyndrome - you are a writing machine, woman. You edge me (in writing) like no other. And yes, that Halsin fic will forever be on my mind.

Not an exotic pet by Cesela. You made me love bats and I love your butt(inside joke).

Strange Highways by @nocryptographer and your poetry. Still have not finished it, I am afraid I will no longer hate Cazador. You are too powerful and someone must stop you before you ascend.

The Accountant’s Guide to Taking Down an Evil Vampire Lord (and maybe bagging Astarion while you are at it) by Cinnamontails - I have never inhaled a long fic like this one before.

Hunting Creatures by @strixamans and The Vampire's Verses to top it off. Thank you for tolerating me.

Apples by @alwaysmauria, also another writing machine. try and see if you can delete this message, Mauria (inside joke).

Catch Me If You Can and poems by @dramaticchimpmunk. seeing writing through your eyes has inspired me and reminded me why I write.

Walking on Eggshells (Ascended Astarion & Tav ), Painting Problems (Ascended Astarion and Tav One-Shot)  by JacksonCrowe. Jackie, my first writing mentor. Thank you for existing. Best first, loving AA fic I read.

I'm pretty sure I forgot people and that's on me, sorry.

Writing goals for 2025: Oh boy, do I have plans. Whether or not I act on them is another matter. My goal for this year is quality over quantity and I started taking steps towards that. Stay tuned.

New works for 2025: I will continue working on the short fics in the Bellara Lutare serials, which is currently the thing that brings me most joy to write about. And probably many short stories. I can't or don't want to commit to any long fics right now. I have too many wips that stare at me and I hope I might one day return to them, but likely not right now.

Here's to more writing in the new year and thank you all for being amazing human beings and writers who inspire! 🖤🥂

Astarion & Emmrich gifs for the long post as payment.

[squishmyster]

Crazy, he calls me

Cooper Howard could be described as a husband, father, and a prolific actor but what happens when it all starts crumbling under his feet and one of the only things to give him fresh air is you. His co-worker and one of his closest friends. Will everything including your relationship fail or will it be the one thing that survives even a nuclear fallout.

Authors Notes: HELLO ALL THIS IS MY FIRST FIC SERIES...very much a slow burn...ANY CONSTRUCTIVE CRTICSIM IS WELCOME AND I HOPE YOU AAL ENJOY!!!! OH AND ITS IN THE FIRST PERSON.... Warnings: Mentions of dying parent! Prologue~~~ Reunion MASTERLIST

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Chapter 1~~~ Give Me the Simple Life

The First time that I met Cooper was during the war while I was a medic. We never really said much except a few polite waves and hello's that then turned into polite conversations and heartfelt talks. After the war, we came across each other on the set of A Man and His Dog. 

Arriving earlier than planned to the studio I get out of my car and walk to set I can't help but feel a little sad seeing how this is the smallest role yet but no matter how much I've done as an actress a gig like this is just what I need right now low stress and good pay. Even if I have money saved up I have to pay for my sick parents' medical fees and if I don't work I'll be bankrupt by the time I'm thirty. So I put on a smile, straighten my back, remind myself that I haven't been doing this too long, and make my way inside politely waving and saying hello to anyone I come across. 

After a quick debrief we were told to wait for the rest of the cast and crew to get there. As I was sitting off to the side nursing a very bleak coffee I started people watching taking note of who was talking to who. Looking between small groups of people and watching their mannerisms. That was until my eyes landed on him the man of the hour himself Cooper Howard. Smile shining, eyes bright and full of life. I couldn't stop myself from starring taking in all his dashing features and then we locked eyes it felt like my breath was stolen from me and all I could do was give him a small smile and wave before taking a sip of coffee in my hand which I quickly regretted forgetting that it tasted like burnt rubber and sugar.

Before I could even look up I felt a small tap on my shoulders and heard the voice of the man I was once very close to. "Hey, long time no see".  Looking up at him I smile and give him a slight nod. "Long time no see Cooper, how's life treating you?". seeing him up close is almost refreshing, to say the least after having not talked or seen him after his honorable discharge from the military... it feels like I found something I lost a long time ago. "Hm well... life's been pretty good to me so far, especially since I get to spend a lot more time with my daughter Janey, and what about you?". 

Hearing the light that comes to his voice at the mention of his daughter I smile and can't help it when my mind tries to envision him being a dotting father. Slightly embarrassed I down the rest of my coffee and take a glance looking for a nearby trashcan to discard the cup leaving Coopers lingering glances along my figure and the slight smirk on his face go unnoticed. " That's great I'm glad to hear things have been going well for you... as for me well things are great". Deciding it wouldn't be appropriate to spring family problems on him seeing as it's been years since we have seen each other I keep my answer short and sweet with a billion-dollar smile to match. 

Standing as poise as possible I place the empty paper cup on a table close by and straighten out my dress making sure any visible wrinkles like radium in face cream. "Well-". Before Cooper could say another word we were being called to go to get ready to shoot for something that should be a nerve-racking day being my first time around most of these people but I didn't feel nervous if anything I felt excited and maybe it was because I finally have Coop back in my life but I'm gonna disregard that and just say the excitement is no different this time than any other time I've been excited about a movie I'm acting in.

Saying our goodbyes Cooper gives me a charming smile before turning to leave while I grab the almost forgotten cup and throw it away in the nearby trashcan. After an hour in the hair and makeup chair, my mind drifts to my mother and how she's doing even if it feels like a worthless thought seeing as she's lying in a hospital bed dying and not having been able to see her the past couple of weeks has been harder than I thought. Wishing I could be with her and at least hold her hand through this horrid time. I keep thinking about how I'm failing her by not being by her side and it honestly feels like I'm screaming into a void of emptiness and it's starting to swallow me whole. Holding back tears I try and remind myself that I'm doing this for her no matter how hard it is. Once I'm done with hair and Makeup I head towards the set, push down all former emotions, and plaster on that award-winning Hollywood smile and poised look I'm known for having.

After a long day of shooting, I can say I'm very happy to be out of those hot Western clothes especially since it's a surprisingly humid Tuesday in California. On my way out of the studio, I say my goodbyes my smile is not very forced anymore since I could just go home, check on my mother, and then relax before starting all over again. As I reach my car I hear someone call out my name causing me to turn around but seeing who it was made a smile hit my lips and I lean on the car while he gets closer. " Hey, Cooper... did you need anything?".  

He had a slight jog in his step and once he reached me his smile turned wider and he gave me a quick up and down. Sliding one hand in his pocket he pulls out a cigarette case and lighter putting the bud of the cig to his lips with a flick of his thumb light he puts both the case and lighter in the chest pocket of his black suit." Yes I do actually... your number i hate that we lost contact and well isn't this a perfect time to catch up". Hearing him I feel a little shocked and I can't help but think it's not a perfect time for anything in my life and it takes me a few seconds longer than normal to answer.

Noticing the hesitance on my face Cooper makes a face of his own one that almost resembled disappointment or at least that's what it looked like to me so before he could say anything I did. " I wouldn't mind that". Just like that we were exchanging numbers and saying our goodbyes and once I got home I thought about the day I had. Thought about Cooper way more than I'm willing to admit and after doing it for longer than seemed sane. I called my mom we talked for a few hours before I turned in for the night my dreams filled with nothing but stars.

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[got-a-new-recipe-for-poundcake]

A fanfiction I've had in google docs for a while hope you enjoy, this fic is also posted on my Ao3 which is linked in my intro post if you'd prefer to read it there. Also there are too many ships to tag on here so I'm just going to tag the characters that are featured in each chapter. If you want the full list of tags please check the Ao3 version. I'm planning on posting the next chapter tomorrow so I'm going to also add a little snippet from that at the end.

17 without a purpose or direction Chapter 1: He's a What?

Basically the next school year at Bullworth, everyone's still in school um... cause I say so. This is basically a bunch of drabbles that somewhat relate to each other and somewhat follow a plot.

Kirby Olsen was running across the football field as fast as his short legs could carry him. The end zone was in sight, his veins were full of adrenaline. He dodged players left and right, eyes on the prize. He felt powerful as he ran, like he was a superhero or something. He almost tripped but he was focused, running almost as fast as he had at the movies last year. His sneakers touched the ground of the promised land. There was a loud cheer from the crowd, and  his teammates as the game ended. Kirby was grinning from ear to ear at the sound, and crisp night air in his lungs. He felt on top of the world. 

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Johnny leaned against a wall near the boys dorm smoking a cigarette. His Friday night was not going well. Lola had ditched him to go to some football game, and Peanut was out of town this weekend. The other greasers were doing a bike race, but Johnny didn’t really feel like it tonight. He took another puff, as he saw what looked like some scrawny jock running off with that one blonde bully. Sighing, Johnny put out his cigarette and threw it away.

Maybe he could work on something in the auto shop. His feet brought him there as soon as the thought came to mind (muscle memory or some shit). There was this one car in the shop that Johnny spent the most time on. The transition was really fucked up, the clutch was broken, the frame was bent, the paint was scratched, but Johnny knew he could fix it. Once he fixed it up it would be a real beauty.

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Gary was extremely tired. It was to the point where he couldn’t move, but his brain refused to go to sleep. He stared at the ceiling, having long given up the idea of a proper night’s sleep, and opted instead to think of ways to terrorize Petey. He could hear some students sneaking into their rooms. He wasn’t sure what time it was and wasn’t bothered to check, but he was pretty sure it was past curfew. 

His thoughts drifted to Jimmy, the little shit. He was going to rule the school until he ruined everything. At least he was able to get back into school after a summer at Happy Volts. He learned a lot of things there, but nothing to help him sleep. Gary sighed, finally having enough willpower to roll into his side. That was better. Wait shit, now he had to adjust to this position. 

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“Jesus cut it out, someone could see us,” was the first thing Cornelius heard when he left play practice. Whoever it was was hidden by a tree near the doors. 

“You came to see me practice and expect me not to kiss your stupid face?” a voice Cornelius recognized as Trent replied teasingly. That just earned a grunt from the other voice. Curious as to who this was, Cornelius decided to make his presence known. 

“Greetings and salutations,” He said walking around the tree and into the parking lot. Trent (who seemed to have been leaning into a short looking brunette jock who had been leaning against the wall around the edge of the parking lot) was shoved by the small jock, who quickly crossed his arms in a more “manly” stance, yet still looking like a dear in headlights. 

“You want some pound cake nerd?” the jock said threateningly, holding up his fist.

“Relax Kirb it’s just Cornelius he’s chill,” Trent replied to the jock before turning to Cornelius “What is it man?”

“Just came to tell you rehearsal is running late tomorrow,”  the nerd responded. 

“Oh thanks for telling me man,” Trent replied casually. Satisfied Cornelius waved to Trent as he walked off, and he could notice as soon as he left Kirby's posture became much more relaxed.

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Jimmy drug a hand down his face, and walked over to his closet. He had had the worst night’s sleep and was barely functioning. His body was on autopilot most of the day, and he didn’t really wake up until lunch time. 

“Hey Jimmy have you heard?” Jimmy looked up to see Christy munching an apple.

“Heard what?” he asked, wondering what insane rumor she made up this time. 

“Sheldon’s joined the prep clique,” she responded and took another bite of her apple. 

“He what?” Jimmy laughed. This was probably one of the crazier rumors Christy had told him. 

“It’s true, I saw him sitting with them, and he was like wearing the sweater and everything,” Christy wiped some apple juice from her chin with her sleeve. 

“Yeah sure,” Jimmy replied laughing to himself as Christy off to spread the news. 

“Well looks like the neanderthal just understood knock knock jokes. What's so funny Jimmy Boy?” Gary snidely remarked as he strode over and sat down across from Jimmy.

“Christy just told me that Sheldon’s joined the preps,” Jimmy replied, immediately annoyed. After everything he did last year why in the actual fuck did Gary think he had any right to sit with him? Still Jimmy didn't tell him to scram.   

“Oh no that's true I saw him,” Gary stated. 

“Saw what?” Pete asked as he sat next to Gary. 

“Oh nothing, just that Sheldon joined the rich kids clique,” Gary mused.  

“Oh yeah that,” Pete remarked, taking a bite of his sandwich and then promptly spitting it out. 

“Wait, wait wait, don't you have to be like super rich to be a prep?” Jimmy asked. 

“I dunno James why don’t you go ask them mister king of the school.” Gary snapped. 

“Shut up Gary,” Pete replied.

“You shut up femme boy,” Gary said. 

“Quit it,” Jimmy responded, "I'll ask them later.” 

“He finally makes himself useful,” Gary replied.

“Shut the fuck up Gary,” Jimmy snapped as he rolled his eyes.

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Kirby and Dan were practicing their throws with each other, and engaged in casual conversation. Dan had just thrown the ball to Kirby when there was a wolf whistle from the stands. Kirby fumbled the ball, and Dan pretended not to notice. Dan wasn’t an idiot, he’s seen Trent and Kirby sneaking around with each other, he was just waiting for Kirby to fess up. Although knowing his best friend that probably would never happen, at least not for a while.

One thing Dan was proud of himself for was his observation skills and he had seen couples be much more discreet than those two. The skill was also super helpful whenever he wasn’t benched. Kirby made up some bullshit excuse, and Dan waved bye to him, picking up the football to put away. Sure enough on his way back to his room he saw Kirby and Trent running into the broken school bus in the parking lot. How the fuck did his best friend think he was being sneaky?

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Pedro walked his way towards the spot he and Sheldon usually met, in a corner of the library. He was super excited to show him the sweater his mother has sent him. It felt just like a hug, and smelled like home. 

“I like your sweater,” Melody smiled, as she passed him. 

“Thanks,” he replied happily, as he continued towards the library. He skipped the rest of the way to the library, and stepped inside. Sheldon was sitting at one of the chess tables, decked out in a full Aquaberry ensemble. 

“Hey Sheldon,” Pedro said, sitting down across from him. 

“Hello Pedro,” Sheldon replied, in a poor attempt at a British accent. 

“How’s your day been? Did you see my new sweater?” Pedro chirped.

“Pedro, listen,” Sheldon began, “I’m a prep now, and I can’t be friends with people like you.”

“What?” Pedro gulped. 

“I’m sorry Pedro,” Sheldon said as he looked at his at him eyes full of pity, and he picked up his new Aquaberry messenger bag and walked away. Pedro sat there, a feeling of dread in his heart. Even if the sweater his mother had sent him was comforting, it couldn’t soothe the sting of this. He wished she were here, she would scoop him in her arms and tell him everything would be okay. But right now the world felt like it was crumbling apart, and his mother was nowhere to be found. He drew his knees up into his sweater, and buried his face in the fabric. He inhaled, trying to get some comfort out of it, but it was no use. He got up, and somberly walked out of the library, his eyes dampening. Pedro let out a quiet sob.  Today was turning out to be pretty crummy.

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Next chapter snippet(Chapter 2 Fighting and Shipping): Bif immediately stood up to defend Derby, and then Larry jumped up too, putting his fists up. Galloway quickly went to step in because Mr. Luntz would probably kill him if he had to clean up blood from the floor.

[lepertamar]

10 books for 2025

i was tagged by @vardasvapors for this meme which is really daunting bc i usually don't plan almost anything i read much ahead of time, but i tried by just listing things i want to read but maybe putting them down here will motivate me to read them in 2025 or something:

selected writings by walter benjamin volumes 3 and 4: i already blasted through (struggled) volumes 1 and 2 and i'm continuing unabated because my hyperfixations are powerful

Too Like The Lightning by ada palmer: i have been shown snippets by my friend cognitohazard and heard from @orthosispsychosis many things about how much i need to read terra ignota if i am obsessing as much as i am about the concepts of god-ness etc explored in the Sehhinah series, so i need to finish this + continue to the rest of the series.

Eichmann in Jerusalem by hannah arendt: Why Not. Lmao. I read part of this one already several years ago but I was reminded of it again recently, i'll see how well it holds up.

Thornfruit (first in gardener's hand series by felicia davin): i heard about this a while back and have been meaning to check it out for a couple years at this point! no idea how much it'll be my thing or not

At The Mind's Limits by Jean Améry: i've been eyeing this due to @chthonic-cassandra's torture tag, i am not wildly equipped to read high-jargon theory (i WILL go through books of this but i won't necessarily you know.....understand it accurately as opposed to add it to brain soup) and this is the book about this topic that seems to hit the spot of interesting to me + lauded by those who are more educated on these topics + lucidly clearly written at least substantially

The Devourers by Indrapramit Das: this has been on my list for forever, maybe this will be the year i manage it

A Sacred and Terrible Air by Robert Kurvitz: part of my disco elysium obsession so i got to at least try and read this, mostly i've heard it's not the best crafted or edited due to what a small one-man production it was when it came out and only amateur translations but hey [gestures at the books and fics i obsess over]

Ottoman Odyssey by Alev Scott: this has also been on my list for a long time and i know less about the ottoman empire than i should imo

Seder Zeraim of the Babylonian Talmud: i promised to help my goy friend read tractate berakhot at least which means i need to actually try and go through this all in order instead of jumping around wildly chasing the most interesting leads like i usually do. but the full book might be a stretch goal, idk!

Fire Alarm: Reading Walter Benjamin's On The Concept of History by michael lowy: I literally just added this to my to-read list rn becuz vardasvapors had it on her own list when she tagged me and (points at the top of my list)

tagging uhhhhh, @ante--meridiem, @solipsistful, @zytes, @theywhosawthedeep @ducktoothcollection @pigeonsnatcher @catadromously @psyduckworld @frogmomentsfrombeyondtime ok that's a short list but yeah if any of you actually are planning to be reading 10 books in the 3/4th(?) of the year left or idk if you have 10 on your nebulous to-read list. i don't remember who has or hasn't done this meme very so forgive me if i double tagged you/if you don't read/etc, also flipside if i forgot to tag you bccuz i odn't follow many people, or got intimidated about tagging you but you read this and want to do it, please do and tag me i want to always hear about people's book lists for the purpose of getting recommendations

[just-a-little-unionoid]

In which Ivo try to refrain himself from openly antagonizing a child, part 2

part 1 here

so that's the last part of what I wrote 4 years ago (again, just slightly edited), now if I want to post anything more I will have to actually write it :') but! I've started to take a few dialogue notes, so it seems like I'm on the good track!

again, tagging @thebadevil @alexcole1326 @nosebleedy99 and @apoli-meow because of their comments on the other posts, if anyone want to be tagged or untagged don't hesitate to ask

Now and without further ado, the fic:

He woke up in what was seemingly a motel room all filled with a big machine in some state of dismantling, and he was tied up to a bed. He felt strangely calm, and he didn't like that in the slightest, it probably meant he was drugged.

He observed the situation in more detail.

First, apart from himself, it seemed empty.

Second, the bed he was in was pretty fine. Well, maybe it was shit and it just felt like a five stars hotel bed because he just passed months outside, sleeping on mushrooms and without any change of clothes.

Speaking of which, third, where were his fucking clothes?

While he was tied up, and now that he realised that, handcuffed, he was able to move in the bed pretty easily, whoever did this wanded him to be somewhat comfortable. He looked under the sheet, while most of his clothes were removed he was still in his underwear—it was still that, he guessed—and it looked like his injuries had been sparsely treated, or at least that someone had a look at them.

He was starting to study the rest of the room when the lock opened, followed by the door.

A small personne came out of it, seemingly carrying paper bags. "Ah, you're awake," said the child without much inflection in their voice. "Good, I won't have to wait." They put the paper bags on the table.

"You look terrible," they declared. "I can't bring you back in this condition, it wouldn't look good. So what you're gonna do next is take a shower, eat something that is not mushroom, brush your teeth and take care of your injuries. Then, if your clothing order has not yet arrived, we could talk about stuff. There is a notebook on your nightstand, write your measurements and the type of garments you want, as well as the kind of food you would like to order."

He didn't plan to listen to that little shit for long, but right know he didn't have many options and he had to admit that their plan wasn't too stupid. Not that he would say it out loud, he'd rather die, but it was to his advantage. Yeah that was it, he was just buying time and resources and he was already thinking about a plan to outsmart them, it would be a piece of cake.

He thought for a minute about the food, he would kill for a big feast with meat, dishes in sauce and fried things. Not that he was usually a big fan of them, but after months of only mushrooms he felt quite up for decadence. Unfortunately, after months of monotrophic diet of an alien food, it was probably not judicious. He settled on a light meal: soup, roasted vegetable, maybe a yogurt or two if he felt it on the moment, and he also put on some fruits and juices for later.

When he was done, he looked at the child who was already busy dismantling the machine. They weren't a big child, he wasn't really good at guessing people's ages, especially children, but they clearly hadn't hit the puberty yet, so they should be around... Five? Maybe? No. That's the age the average human learned how to read, and even tho this one seemed less stupid than the standard they were older then that. So maybe seven? Eight? He was pretty sure they wouldn't be more than ten.

They had a pale skin and mid length dark hair (he couldn't tell better with that lighting). They were wearing a short black dress, tights, ankle-length shoes, gloves looking filled with electronic, and what he only now realized were noise canceling earbuds, as well as all black sunglasses with side shields that were currently folded on the table. Excellent, sensory processing sensitivity, just the kind of weakness he was searching for.

"Maybe you could uncuff me now, so I could shower and all that stuff you said."

They looked at him.

"Yeah, right. But obviously there will be some rules, as you understand that I can't just let you free and able to strangle me to death. Don't take it personally but I know you're a dangerous person man and as much as I want you presentable, I would also rather not die." They searched in a corner for something, then threw it on the bed. "Those are old boring traditional handcuffs. You are going to put them on, then throw me the key back. No playing around, you just throw them on the end of the bed. Then I'm gonna untie you and then I will turn off the electronic ones. Again don't try anything funny because I have a gun."

Okay now that was just degrading. He was not sure before about whether or not he would really kill the child, but now he was certain. It must have appeared on his face because said child chirped:

"Don't take it like that, I would also have prefered to not come to such extremes, but I heard you already tried to kill a child because he was in your way, and right now I sure am in it too, and again it's just a precaution so I can stay alive. Take it as a compliment, I recognize that you're competent and dangerous and I treat you as such."

It was... sort of flattering, at least they knew who they were dealing with. He was still going to kill them painfully, obviously, but it was nice to be treated as a real threat for once. And he could feel it was genuine, the child was good as hinding emotions but he could still sense their underlying fear, what a delight!

So he played along, for now. He took the vitamins and food supplements the child gave him, and desappeared in the bathroom with the paper bag filled with bath products.

It was small, just a couple square feet, with only a narrow shower cubicle, toilet and a small sink with a cupboard underneath, on top of which was a slightly chipped mirror. It immediately made him feel claustrophobic in a way even being tied up had not.

He put down the paper bag next to the sink as he felt nauseous, anxiety creeping in like a tarantula down his throat and making it difficult to breathe. Of course, he had spent months living outside, on a wild planet with only giant mushrooms as far as the eye can see, really the closest he had from an actual room were shelters he carved himself in mushroom stems.

He alowed himself to slide to the ground and closed his eyes. He had to focus on the matter at hand, and he wasn't going to let some stupid feelings get the best of him. Priority number one: shower. Hot shower. He had dreams about hot showers so many times on that motherfucking mushroom hell.

He turned on the shower, set it to the desired temperature and stepped out of the cubicle to wait for the water to warm up.

Good. Now it was time to see what was up with those bath products? He took them out one by one from the brown bag. Neutral pH soap; shaving soap and brush, shampoo and conditioner—what was that for anyway?—; disposable razor; moisturizer; disinfectant; cotton swabs; sterile compresses; nail clipper; mustache comb; after shave and cologne—which were incidentally the ones he used to use—; cotton pads; pocket mirror; mustach wax; lip balm; exfoliant??? A couple basic makeup products and what the even fuck was micellar water? Clearly he wouldn't need half of those things.

He only took the soap and a washcloth, discarded his underwear and got into the shower.

He thought it would be nice, he was wrong.

From memory not once water hurt him like that. It was not a problem of temperature, if so he could have just changed it. It was that every drop of water felt like a sharp pebble, piercing through the skin, setting his flesh on fire.

He didn't paid much attention to it, back on the mushroom planet, because he was too focused on survival and finding a way back, but his short stay on the alien planet had consequences. Even its two moons in nearly constant partial eclipse couldn't hide the deadly rays of the nearby star, and he was pretty sure the hot humidity and the fungal spores had not helped.

He had to reluctantly accept to remove the hot shower from his planning. Instead, he turned off the water and sat down in the narrow shower tray as best he could.

He then proceeded to carefully wash himself, with the washcloth for the parts of his anatomy that weren't too damaged and with only soap and non-falling water for those that hurt too much. He did it in an almost surreal state, not really feeling in his body. Sure he was paying attention, cleaning his badly treated wounds, taking notes of all the bruises and burns, but it could as well have been someone else's body. He was deep inside his thoughts, classify everything that has happened in the past few hours, dressing a picture of the situation.

Surely there had to be some good in it, he concludes after a while. Let's try to see the main upsides.

First, he was back on Earth, and that was a marked improvement, no matter what.

Second, whoever asked for him to be brought back seemed to want him alive and in good health, and that too was positive.

And third, whoever asked for him to be brought back was stupid enough to underestimate him and only send him a child, and he was going to make them pay for this miscalculation.

A malevolent grin raised his bubbly mustache.

This was going to be fun, after all.

[greensagephase]

what made you wanna name the story non-violent communication?

Hiii, nonnie!! Thank you so much for the ask (and also, I'm sorry for the delayed reply! I took off tumblr yesterday)!! 🥰 Thank you for asking this question because I don't think I've ever talked about it before!!

Long story short:

THIS SONG RIGHT HERE!!!!!!!!! 🗣🗣🗣🗣 If you haven't listened to it, pls do!!😭It's one of Miguel's songs and has part of his dialogue at the end of the song before it transitions to "Givin' up (Not The One)" in the album!!! The transition is (in my humble opinion) ✨😭✨😭✨ !!!

If it has a million fans, I'm one of them. If it has one fan, I'm THAT FAN. If it has zero fans, it means I'm no longer on this Earth!!! 😤

This is my fav song from the album!! I'll explain why below the cut! I'm going to give a short (lol, I yapped too much, I gave a whole story time) explanation because I love this song sm 😭 so if you care to read a bit of an analysis on the songs, then proceed, if not, pls disregard the rest lol and thank you for sending this ask!!!

So I first heard the song a day or two before I posted the first chapter to NC, which was late July 2023. I watched the movie in June but I only listened to the songs that I really, really liked (I love all the songs but some a little more than others) that were included in the movie without listening to the full album, so I hadn't listened to this song because Miguel's songs (this one and "Givin' Up (Not The One)") are not included in the film. I only found out about "Givin' Up (Not The One)" because it was all over tiktok lol

So yeah, I listened to the song for the first time a day or two before the first chapter was posted and fun fact, the first chapter I posted for NC was actually nameless lmao!!😭😭 I didn’t know what to title it (I’ve always been bad with titles), so it was just a writing post with no title. I didn't think much of it either because my og plans were for the story to be like 3-4 chapters total (past me would've been shocked I'm still going with the story and that we're 249k ish words in just from the main parts of the story, not counting the one-shots lol).

As I mentioned, I hadn’t heard the entire album yet but after part 1 was posted, I sat down and FINALLY listened to the entire album to appreciate it (I've since then listened to the entire album like a hundred times (Metro Boomin was my #1 artist of 2023💀)) and once I listened to it in order, I immediately knew I wanted to title my fic Nonviolent Communication. 🥹❤️

When I heard both of Miguel’s songs right after the other it made something in my brain click.

I felt like it was so, so fitting for what I was trying to achieve with my story, even when I was planning to make the story like 4 chapters long lol.

So my explanation for connecting the song to my fic:

I'm probably going to sound crazy, or like someone who gave the song too much thought but hear me out.

In a way, I felt (and ofc everyone is going to find a different vibe, feeling, or meaning to a song but this was mine) like it was kind of ironic how "Nonviolent Communication" didn't receive much attention like his other song, "Givin' Up (Not The One)" did, which is more... out there (???). It's more like !!!! You know? Like the lyrics themselves and the production are more bold and strong, more “rough” for lack of a better word. Despite it not being in the film like "NC", everyone knows it! Everyone also knows Miguel's dialogue because of it, "But I'm not like the others..." and so on along with his little quote about "being Spider-Man is a sacrifice" at the end of the song.

Then, you have "Nonviolent Communication." It's the second song with the least plays on the album on Spotify (after "Nas" which is another one of my top fav songs from the album), and the lyrics and production are an entire different vibe from the other song!! It's so much more softer and vulnerable, even slower.

You let me fall first, then you dream awake I'd do anything to bring you to that other place We speak so differently alone, love like Vincent we are low Watch for constellations, soft as cloud formations That will never leave, much as duty calls If I'm in over my head, I'll swim Niagara Falls

It still has themes of being Spider-Man but it's not so !!!! like the other song is. It's truly so much more vulnerable and soft, and even has romantic themes included. And at the end of the song we have another part of Miguel's dialogue, that's often disregarded, included, "I'm this dimension's one and only, Spider-Man... At least I was," which I'm always !!!! about because one, his tone for that part is much softer (almost sad), and two, I feel like him no longer being the only Spider-Man in his own dimension goes along with him not feeling like a true Spider-Man, and no longer having this one thing to himself that he can have in common with other spider members.

I could go on about this but this is already so long 😭 but anyway, I think that part is usually disregarded, much like Miguel’s soft side that we don’t get to see a lot of in the film. We’re given very little of soft Miguel and the majority is him being angry, stressed out, scared, and frustrated (rightfully so) with what’s happening.

So, hearing both songs, I felt like they represent two sides of Miguel. One that is more direct, bold, and rough, maybe even “violent.” It’s the side that’s most known to probably all the spider people and fans alike. Some people only see Miguel as an angry man that’s determined to protect the multiverse and sacrifice anything, since he’s already given up so much.

But then there’s the side of him less known (less seen), one that we didn’t see much of but that many of us picked up on. He has a soft side despite being through a lot, and has a lot of love and care to give. He’s a man that’s capable of having nonviolent communication, someone who can fall first, speak differently with someone when he’s alone with them, and be willing to do anything to “bring” that person “to the other place” - while still being Spider-Man and sticking to his duty that comes with such title but not sacrificing those very things.

So yeah, I heard the songs and it just clicked. “Nonviolent Communication” to me is the soft side of Miguel that we don’t get to see much in ATSV, but it’s still there. And so, I decided that it was the perfect title for my fic because of my interpretation of the song and my goal with the fic: show Miguel’s soft and vulnerable side that I so desperately hope we get to see more of in BTSV (I am begging the writers to do Miguel justice!!!!!!!).

I hope this made sense, maybe as I mentioned earlier, I’ve given too much thought to this (I’m an overthinker) but that’s my version and I love the song SO MUCHH!!! It was my most heard song in 2023, so I guess that says a lot :)

If you read this far, thank you so much!! I definitely talked too much but I seriously love Miggy and this song so much and I always get so emotional listening to it lmao 😭 but yeah, thank you for the ask, nonnie!!! I hope you're having a great day/night!!!🥺🥰

-Alondra❤️

[hereghostslive]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

thanks for the tag @lemonlyman-dotcom !!

1. How many works do you have an AO3? 19

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 29,507

3. What fandoms do you write for? 911 Lone Star, 911, The Old Guard, Shadowhunters, RWRB

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

victories, defined | a 911 Season 7 coda to the medal ceremony. Tommy confronts Gerrard (i dont really like this one tbh)

hitchcokian | a 911 season 7 coda. buck calls Tommy right after he runs into Kim. (this one is okay, but i fear i wasted the title "hitchcockian" on this when it would be cool do a genre-bending thing. idk)

echoes | 911 Lone Star Season 1. Carlos waits in the hospital after TK is shot and really talks to the 126 for the first time.

why | 911 Lone Star. the silliest thing i've ever written, and it's all @lemonlyman-dotcom's fault. Carlos buys Lou II pajamas and then realizes he has to put the pajamas ... on Lou II and regrets every decision that led him there.

halted beginnings | 911 Lone Star. post-engagement. Carlos is in love. But he's forgotten about something.

5. Do you respond to comments? I do, although I think im kinda behind on doing so? I do forget to sometimes.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? i think it's a tie between halted beginnings (linked above) and fundamental. they are essentially sister stories, with fundamental being the meta-verison of halted beginnings. they both tackle Carlos forgetting about Iris when he says yes to TK's proposal. halted beginnings is more of a character introspection into how, in the moment, Carlos might have forgotten about Iris. fundamental takes the meta-approach that Carlos/Iris were never planned from the beginning and is written as if Carlos, the character from season 1-3, knows someone else is rewriting his history (the writer, or "Tim," as I called him in the annotations lol). Both fics end on a heavy note, with Carlos either putting off telling TK (halted beginnings) or a rewritten version of Carlos taking over Seasons 1-3 Carlos (fundamental).

7. What is the fic your wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably "why" (linked above). TK and Lou II in matching pajamas ... couldn't be better!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't, and I hope it stays that way.

9. Do you write smut? not really

10. Do you write crossovers? No, but I would like to

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? no. but open to that if anyone wanted to translate

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nooooooo, but I would love to collaborate on something!!!! Idk how to find a person to collaborate with though lol

16. What are your writing strengths? i really don't know ... someone else tell me. i feel like i always want to make people feel like they are in the room with the character, and i thiiiiiink i do that. or at least im getting better at it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? plotting, finishing wips lol

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I don't do it, but I definitely could be better at adding in there.

19. First fandom you wrote for? for this question I'll take into account my past fan fic writing life, which was a long time ago. Angel

20. Favorite fics you've written?

In no particular order:

large popcorn with a bag of m&ms | an Old Guard fic I wrote in 2021 that I really want to turn into a longer series. It's Nile-centric and about how she misses her real family while adjusting to her new immortal life.

peace | a 911 Lone Star fic that is actually pretty angsty too, haha. it's very short, but I was stretching some more poetic writing muscles I hadnt used in a long time. This is Carlos, after the breakup

Staring at ghosts | my newest one, 911, bucktommy. It's a wip, but I really love the first chapter, and I'm really excited about the rest of it I have outlined and partly written. Buck and Tommy are still in the fairly early stages of their relationship, and Buck doesn't really know how to open up when he starts having dreams about the lightning strike.

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no pressure tagging: @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @reyesstrand @bonheur-cafe @paperstorm

@alrightbuckaroo @carlos-tk @carlos-in-glasses

[ziskandra]

5, 7, and 35: which character (if any) has changed the most as you wrote them, in terms of your interpretation or understanding of their character and choices?

(Fanfic/author ask game) 5. What's something you learnt while researching a fic? I had to mull over this question for quite a while! Given my tendency to mostly write canon-compliant character studies in fantasy universes, most of my 'research' process is double-checking for lore compliance and the like and it was a struggle to identify anything particularly interesting or revelatory which would be worth sharing from those deep dives (unless people want to hear me bang on about the symbolism of Meredith and Orsino both losing loved ones in cupboard fires again). So, I had a flick though the last few pages of my posted AO3 works, and came up with the research I had to do into the neighbourhoods of New York City for my Crazy Ex-Girlfriend fic Crossroads, featuring Rebecca Bunch crashing at her ex-frenemy Audra Bunch's house when stranded in NYC, as well as my Ace Attorney smut fic escargot*, which uh, features the eating of escargot. (I have eaten escargot before, but wanted to refresh my memory of the process because it was basically a food kink fic lol.) *Heads up that this is a (aged-up) Trucy/Miles fic for anyone who's canon familiar and might be squicked by the pairing. 7. Coffee or tea while you write? I don't really tend to drink either while writing these days! They're both very work-coded to me now. (Coffee for when I need to focus, tea for when I need to calm down.) The real question is water or alcohol, to which the ratio is about 9:1 😉. (But no joke, I have found that staying adequately hydrated helps my writing process a LOT. glug glug)

35 (wild card): which character (if any) has changed the most as you wrote them, in terms of your interpretation or understanding of their character and choices? I know I mentioned the other day that I've started finding Meredith easier to write due to recent life events, and I think there's at least a handful of people who follow me here who would understand the full context of why that's the case, and probably a dozen more that could make a pretty educated guess based on what I've mentioned publicly! Because the explanation deals with pretty heavy mental health shit (psychosis, suicide) and is quite lengthy, I'm putting the rest of this answer under a cut.

Long story short, I think it's incredibly difficult to truly appreciate just how fucking weird brains can be when pushed to their absolute limits (especially where trauma is involved). And nothing quite encapsulates that for me more than the circumstances which lead to my involuntary hospitalisation on the other side of the planet last year! Basically, due to a cumulation of insanely stressful life factors between January and June last year, I ended up having a psychotic break featuring hallucinations, persecutory delusions, and delusions of grandeur. Unfortunately, I was still acting just normal enough before my pre-planned trip to the US last year that nobody quite picked up on it until after I left Australia (although in hindsight I was definitely having hallucinations before the trip). Anyway, I quickly grew more deranged after that due to a combination of factors, such as being socially isolated from my support network, missing my connecting flight to NYC at LAX (and absolutely lacking the executive function to rebook one), as well as being separated from my luggage. I also misplaced my wallet and glasses (but somehow managed to hold onto my passport, thank god). Thankfully, I did have my credit card details stored on my phone, so I managed to book a room in a Holiday Inn for several days, which I only left to eat at the McDonald's across the road in a state of constant hypervigilance. I became convinced that I was a secret CIA sleeper agent and that the CIA had killed my cousin (who had suicided some nine years prior). Eventually, I decided that I desperately needed to return to Australia and tried to make my way back to the Australian embassy, missing its closing time by 15 minutes. Lost and confused, I spent a lot of time wandering about in circles hoping that whoever was tailing me would lose my scent. I sent my lawyer an email from an Apple store stating that I had "shaken the fabric of reality and discovered my moral values" and that I wanted to go home now. I got hungry and hunkered down in a McDonald's again. I sat there for a while having occasional moments of clarity where I would be like 'holy shit I think I am losing my fucking mind'. During one of these moments, I asked to borrow the restaurant's phone and called 911 on myself. I then had a very vivid and soothing hallucination of my Honours thesis supervisor who I had not seen in a decade putting on a bad Australian accent (he's American) telling me that everything would be okay and I would get through this. Then the police turned up and I screamed at this LAPD officer about how I was a proud Australian citizen, that I was going to become PM one day, and that when I was Prime Minister (of Australia) I would ... *check notes* fix Los Angeles International Airport? And then I got sectioned. lol As for how all this relates to Meredith Stannard, I think it's very cool and sexy for me to have already been a massive fan of a character who more or less experiences canonical delusions (and implied hallucinations) so I can continue processing this absolutely bizarre batshit experience that happened to me the way I know best (terrorising fictional characters). It definitely gave me more insight into how somebody in that frame of mind (and not sleeping for days!!) might end up putting dots together that aren't there because their frames of reference are wrong, or they believe God is sending them signs, or what have you. tl;dr I was always fascinated by how Meredith's sanity slippage has a very slow build up (she carried that red lyrium sword around for YEARS!) for her to just finally snap the way she does, and although I have written snippets set in that time frame before, I think I'll be able to do it in an even better and more meaningful way now.

[thevioletcaptain]

Hi! I don’t mean in any way to pressure you but I was wondering if you’re planning on continuing your fic “fortress”? I’d love to see it continue🥰 again no pressure I just really like your works!

Hi anon! Thanks for the message :)

Despite the hellishly long gap between updates, Fortress is not abandoned, and I do intend to finish it. It's actually pretty high up on my to-do list right now, and will be the next major thing I post once As A Friend is done.

Here's the order in which I plan to post DeanCas fics/updates over the next few months -- with some vague spoiler-adjacent-but-not-really-spoilery details for anyone who wants them:

Chapters 5 & 6 - As A Friend Roughly 35k words in total, split over these final two chapters. This will see Dean & Cas return to the bunker, announce their "fake" relationship to Sam & Jack, and then [redacted because I'm not giving the whole thing away even though you already know it's gonna be a happy ending].

Chapters 8, 9, & 10 - Fortress Roughly 22k words split between these three chapters. Chapter 9 (the during chapter in which Dean is suffering) & chapter 10 (the after chapter which follows the first days of Dean living with Cas after coming home) have been ready for a while, but chapter 8 (the before chapter, which features Robin's party when they were 16 👀 a party which you might recall was mentioned by Cas during the previous before chapter) has been holding them hostage. So as soon as 8 is ready I intend to post all three at once.

Oneshot - Hearts Beating Life (Into Each Other) Roughly 25k words of canonverse fuck-or-die fic. In which Cas gets cursed on a hunt, and you'll never guess what Dean has to do to save him..... lol. It'll probably get split into two or three chapters for readability, but I plan to post it all at once. This is only one final scene away from being complete at this point, but I want to finish As A Friend & update Fortress before I share it.

Chapter 8 - Isosceles Roughly 17k words, because this fic refuses to let me be succinct. Dean & Cas discuss more almosts, the angels make contact, we find out exactly what Sam said to Dean in chapter 4, Claire [redacted] when [redacted], Mary and Dean bond over [redacted], and the search for Kelly Kline picks up steam.

Chapters 3 & 4 - Empty Heroics Roughly 20k words split between these final two chapters. In which there is bed sharing, a plan is formulated, and Nobody Dies. I realize that barely anyone even read the first two chapters of this fic, but I still really like it and want to finish it off, so it's the fifth thing on my to-do list.

Oneshot - As-Yet-Untitled Shrinking Curse Fic Roughly 10k words of canonverse established relationship PWP. In which they've been together for literally three days when Dean gets hit with a shrinking curse that won't wear off for a year, and comes up with a creative solution to ensure that they can still enjoy the physical aspects of their new relationship despite being small enough to perch on Cas' shoulder.

Chapter 1 - One More Chain Does The Maker Make Roughly 10k words, and the first of five chapters. The whole fic should come in around 50-60k words, and it's canon-divergent from 15.06. Featuring a lot of pining, and Dean working on Jesse and Cesar's ranch. I posted about it here if you want to know more!

The final 5 chapters of Fortress & final 3 chapters of Isosceles will come next -- likely to be about another 30k and 45k respectively, based on current word counts and what remains to be written.

At some point in between all of this I also plan to post some updates to The Coda Project (I've written at least half of each coda up to 1.12 Faith at this point, I just need to buckle down and finish them off in order so I can start posting them again), along with a handful of short tumblr prompt meme ficlets I've written recently -- specifically, those based on the following six trios of emojis: [🧪🧛🏻‍♀️💦], [🔮🛁🫂], [🤠🎶🌬️], [🪼👀🎨], [🥬🍅✨], and [🥶😶‍🌫️🤯], all of which ended up being significantly longer than they should have been, hence the delay in posting them.

...aaaand I realize that this is far more information than you asked for so I apologize. But thanks again for your message, and for reading. I hope you enjoy all the updates when they're posted 💚

[frau-wilhelm-klink]

A list of unexpected bingo card events I didn't expect to happen in 2024, but occurred anyway.

(Yes, it's a bit sappy and no, I don't care.)

Befriending two new fellow Menaces™️ who not only put up with my nonsense, but are 99% on my wavelength. (Y'all know who you are.) That 1% is the things we don't necessarily agree upon/share the same interest in...but 99% is still good! Now I have a total of three, and I think that's great🥰

Several highly entertaining Discord video calls that went on for hours! Seriously, only reason we had to end them was because they had to go to bed🤣 I am, however, a certified Yapper™️ just like my bestie, so that's no surprise. It's difficult to shut me up once I really get going.

Having another Discord video call, where one of my talented artist friends sacrificed a bit of his time to play interpreter so our moms could talk. (Which is a good thing, since neither of them speak the other one's language.) Trying to arrange that one with the massive time zone difference between us was interesting, but we pulled it off...and I managed not to mangle his language too badly in the process😅 I count that as a win.

Finding new people (aside from said Menaces) on Discord to share my crackhead energy with! Sometimes, I legit have no idea what the hell is even going on when I pop in there, but I just go with it.

Discovering my new favorite crackship of StettiHo. Don't get me wrong, Klogan is and always will be my OTP for the HH fandom. That's never gonna change; my colonels are too perfect together. But this crackship, man...I can't even explain it. Major Hochstetter - aka Stetti bc he's an angry lil' smol bean - literally just stomped in unannounced and announced he's decided he wants Hogan😂 (Which I can completely understand, 'cause that man is a walking thirst trap.) I was just over here like, "Oh, so you finally decided you want Hogan in more ways than one? Good to know." So that's now a thing, I guess. Pretty sure this fic by a lovely fellow Klogan writer of ✨️Quality Literature✨️ had a lot to do with forming my newest obsession. Of course, @fireinthefireproofvault didn't help either! *affectionately shakes fist*

Beginning the process of planning several IRL visits with all three of my fellow Menaces. Now, will they happen in 2025? Short of receiving an unexpected windfall of money, no. I was the sole carrier of Christmas for my family in 2024, so it's gonna take me at least a year to pay all that off. Plus, my house is still under construction anyways. But I'm keeping my fingers crossed for them to happen in 2026!

Somehow managing to be a hot mess for the entire month of December. Considering I live in a very cold, arctic climate, that should've been physically impossible😅 Pretty sure it was due to the madness and stress of the holidays. It's all good, tho - things are slowly getting back on track.

Coming up with the term 'Idea Maker™️' as a euphemism for dicks. Why? Well, because every time one of the aforementioned Menaces gets some, she comes up with great plots for fics🤣 I don't know if that's just a coincidence or what, but it is what it is.

Corrupting...uh, I mean, inspiring my fellow Menaces (including @whatisthismandoinghere) to begin writing down their own little s/i stories they have. I'm oddly touched about this one, tbh. I've never really thought of myself as an inspiration to anybody, so having that happen really gets me a little choked up. And they've been doing me the honor of sharing said stories with me! That's just...I...🥺 (Look, I know this is a stupid thing to get a little emotional about, but I am. Don't judge me.) I really enjoy reading them, watching their worlds come to life. Can't wait to dive back into a certain one that's apparently at 135 pages now once I get a chance. I'm just over here thinking to myself, "Is that supposed to deter me or hype me up? Because it's doing the second one."😂 I'm an avid reader; telling me something is long ain't the way to scare me off!

Being pleasantly surprised to discover I'm not the only one of my friends who has Horny Brain™️ pop up out of nowhere at the worst possible time. I may be a smut writer for the most part, but it's very frustrating to have that happen when I'm legitimately trying to write a different genre of fic.

Learning some of my friends also have an internal musical jukebox that just randomly kicks on whenever it wants. What's it playing? Hell if I know🤣 That fucker is stuck on shuffle, and I've got no way to change it. From what I understand, they're in the same boat as I am with that.

Finding one new ✨️Quality Literature✨️ Klogan writer who's on same freak-quency as me in most aspects (deviants unite🤝🏻) and another one who may or may not be. They haven't written enough smut yet for me to really tell. Now I have three: @did-you-expect-this, @anna-pineappel & @someguywriting.

This fic! It's such a nice blend of goofy, silly, a tiny bit angsty and hot. Also this fic and this one. I absolutely love the dynamic, banter - and of course, smut - in all of these.

The existence of this series and this series, both of which have me going feral in the best way.

Having one of my stories be an inspiration for somebody else's work💜 Let me tell you, the scream I scrumpt when I saw that notification was unlike any sound I've ever made before.

I could go on, but I think that's enough for one post. Ily all so much, fellow Menaces! You bring me lots of joy and laughter. (I hope I do the same for you at times too; otherwise, I've failed😂) Looking forward to 2025, which hopefully will bring even more good things.

[onepiece-oc-archives]

Oda-approved questions to help build your OC

If you head to the One Piece Wiki page of the Straw Hats and take a look at the Miscellaneous section, you'll find a lot of trivia questions about the Straw Hats that Eiichiro Oda, the creator of One Piece, has answered in the Q&A portion attached to some manga chapters, called an SBS. I like to call those answers "Straw Hat Fun Facts" and I love them, because they work really well if you want to flesh out your OC and give them a bit more life and depth.

So, even if you're not planning on making your OC a Straw Hat, these questions might still be helpful for you to think about.

The way I'm gonna structure this post for the sake of avoiding spoilers is I'm gonna list all current LA Straw Hats with their facts and all future confirmed Straw Hats will have their facts mentioned without their name, if it makes sense to mention them. That way you can avoid duplicates within the crew if you want to do that and still have no clue about who's gonna join. I'm also gonna comment on how the various fun facts apply to the live action adaptation wherever applicable.

If you're looking for people's birthdays, I'm gonna make another post about them, don't you worry. But you won't find them here.

Animal Resemblances

Luffy: Monkey

Zoro: Shark/Tiger

Nami: Cat

Usopp: Armadillo/Chameleon

Sanji: Duck/Bighorn Sheep

Others: Reindeer, Red Panda, Crane, Falcon, Bull, Rhinoceros, Horse, Giraffe, Whale Shark, Bear

I don't think any of them were mentioned or referenced just yet in the live action, aside from Luffy's name having the word Monkey in it, but that doesn't count. I'm pretty sure we'll get some hints in the future though since these just have such great potential for easter eggs.

Specific Numbers

Now, this is a category that's a bit more complicated because each Straw Hat has at least two signature numbers, for very different reasons. Everyone has a main number based on when they joined, with Luffy being number 1. The second number is the same but it skips Luffy, making Zoro number 1, but this version is rarely used, if ever at all. Then there's the possibility of a Straw Hat getting a number assigned to them based on a pun, whether that be based on their name, their devil fruit, or something entirely different. I'll explain pun numbers in a bracket.

Luffy: 01, 56 (go-mu)

Zoro: 02/01

Nami: 03/02, 73 (na-mi)

Usopp: 04/03

Sani: 05/04, 32 (san-ji), 59 (ko-kku = cook)

Others: 06/05 - 10/09, 110, 87, 26, 43

Now, you may ask: "Evie, I wanna have a pun number for my OC, how do they work?" I got you, buddy. You can make your own pun numbers using a technique called goroawase, using this handy chart I made based on a Wikipedia chart. Everything I added is in (brackets) and consists of variants that would technically be possible due to my own understanding of goroawase, but might not be commonly used.

On a very basic level, all you have to do to create your pun number is to grab the readings from this table and glue them together. I took some work off your shoulders by adding the phonetic changes you can use, indicated by the arrows. You can also only use the first syllable of a reading or add or remove an n at the end of readings that end in vowels or n's. As you can see whith Sanji's ko-kku, you can duplicate consonants, and you can also turn short vowels into long vowels (tsu -> tsū, for example), both for spelling reasons. If you need to transcribe a c, either use an s or a k (or whatever else fits), depending on the pronunciation.

Here are some examples with my OCs:

Cora: 96 (ko-ra) or 25510 (a-ka-i-to - would be very unusual due to its number of digits, but I think I'll use this as a plot device in a future fic!)

Luna: 67 (lu-na/ru-na)

Inari: 576 (i-na-ri) or 53 (ka-mi)

Create away!

Specific Colors

This was in the live action! And I think we'll definitely see something similar again later.

You can't really see it that well but here are Luffy, Nami and Zoro lit up in their respective colors - red, orange and green respectively! I tried to take a better screenshot but, alas, Netflix will not let me.

Luffy: red (aka)

Zoro: green (midori)

Nami: orange (orenjī)

Usopp: yellow (kiiro)

Sanji: blue (ao)

Others: pink (pinku), purple (murasaki), light blue (mizuiro), white (shiro), black (kuro), ochre (ōdoiro)

As you can see, we pretty much have the whole rainbow here, which makes picking a unique color for your OC pretty hard, BUT it's completely allowed to use different shades of the same color (see: blue vs light blue), which is why I listed the Japanese color names for you. I did some digging and it turns out that these are the names of some of Japan's traditional colors. Those traditional colors don’t always match up with what my impression of the character's color is, BUT I made this handy little graphic for you:

In case there are any animal-related characters around and for those of you who like describing smells in their fanfic (me too, me too), this might be very useful!

These are all of the Straw Hats' specific colors (top row) according to the overview of Japanese traditional colors I linked for you above, their color names underlined with my perception of what color Oda might actually have been referring to, in modern terms. As for the grey names beneath orange and pink, those are the traditional colors from the overview that I used to replace the romanized English colors, based on what the first translation that popped up was. The columns directly underneath are a selection of different shades of the same color, also with their names. It just goes to show that you have a huge variety of colors to choose from for your OC - Japan's traditional colors alone are about 1,000 different colors and you can definitely play with hex codes some more. So, go wild!

Specific Smells

Luffy: meat

Zoro: steel (and probably blood, let’s be honest)

Nami: mikan (tangerines, essentially) and money

Usopp: gunpowder

I'd say everyone smells of the sea at least a little bit, realistically speaking, since they are pirates.

Sanji: cigarettes and seafood (and I'm willing to bet he wears some type of cologne or aftershave or something)

Favourite Type of Island and Season

Luffy: summer but he also loves snow, basically everywhere with meat

Zoro: autumn on an autumn island

Nami: summer on a spring island

Usopp: summer on an autumn island

Favourite Food

Sanji: a spoilery gag, so get creative!

We either directly see some of these in the live action or can easily guess.

Luffy: any kind of meat

Zoro: white rice (specifically in the shape of onigiri aka rice balls), sea beast meat, any food that compliments sake (though he's also pretty fond of beer, at least in the live action)

Nami: mikans (tangerines) and most other fruits

Usopp: pike from an autumn island and other fish of the season

Sanji: spicy sea food pasta, food that compliments black tea

Others: not really relevant but maybe interesting; cotton candy, chocolate, sweet stuff in general, sandwiches, not-too-sweet cakes, food that compliments coffee, basically anything that you can find at McDonald's, curry, mozoku seaweed with vinegar and fruits

Basically, Sanji gets to juggle around a whole lot of different flavours and cultural influences - and he does it really well and finds a way to make everything special, by the way! He generally favors the ladies in his cooking though.

Least Favourite Food

Even Sanji can't make them like everything. Their reasons for not liking something are very different, so they probably still eat it, especially if it's used in something Sanji prepared because he's their cook

Luffy: Cherry pie

Zoro: Chocolate (yes, chocolate! Adds a lot more depth to the scene of him eating Rika's rice balls, doesn't it?) - it's too sweet

Nami: orangette (candied orange peels) - she prefers actual fruit

Usopp: mushrooms - he got sick once

Sanji: konjac (Japanese konjac gel is usually made by mixing flour from the konjac plant with seaweed; it pretty much tastes like nothing and is used mainly for its texture) - it's not nutritious

Others: anything spicy, chewing gum, marshmallows, lemons, parfait

As a Family

This is part of the reason why Oda said there would be no romances within the crew in canon - but this is fandom, he has no power here. Feel free to ignore any of these roles and substitute canon with your own

Luffy: fourth son

Zoro: first son

Nami: daughter

Usopp: third son

Sanji: second son

Others: another child, parents and grandparents

Real-world Nationalities

Now, this is interesting, because these played a part in how the Straw Hats were cast for the live action!

Luffy: Brazilian (Mexican in the live action)

Zoro: Japanese

Nami: Swedish (her actress is American, but she was kept as white)

Usopp: unspecified African (his actor is Jamaican-American, so it sort of checks out)

Sanji: French (Sanji's actor is very international, but he's not French - I do believe Sanji is still supposed to be at least part French in the live action though, at least he still has an affinity for the language and he may very well have grown up multilingual)

Others: Canadian, Russian, American, Austrian, Indian

Inner Brain

Basically: What are the five words their brain/subconscious circles around?

Luffy: meat, meat, meat, meat, pirate king

Zoro: sword, sword, strength, train, sleep

Nami: money, money, money, money, beauty

Usopp: warrior, lies, lies, run, run

Suited Flower

Sanji: You guessed it, it's a spoiler-y gag. But, to summarize, he thinks about cooking and women

These were actually answered by one of the voice actresses for the anime (except for Luffy and Zoro's alternates) but they're Oda-approved! I know fanfic writers love flower language, so rejoice!

Luffy: cosmos, sunflower

Zoro: thistle, wisteria

Nami: sunflower

Usopp: daisy

Sanji: delphinium

Others: tulip, casablanca, anemone, rose, peony

Blood Type

-> this is a topic for another post since it's more of a life fact than a fun fact, isn't it? Maybe, I'll put the blood types in with the birthdays and make a sort of Straw Hat info post?

How often do they bathe?

Bathe, not shower, I would assume. Zoro showers after training... right?

Luffy: once a week

Zoro: once a week

Nami: every day

Usopp: once every three days

Sanji: every day

Typical Hours of Sleep

The only reference to this we have in the live action is Zoro's habit of napping. An interesting thing to note is that the Straw Hats' sleep schedules largely coincide in just such a way that someone is always awake - except for during one hour. Maybe this really is a coincidence or maybe this is a habit they built while travelling together. They do still have night watches though, I believe. But that means there's usually always someone to keep the night watch company :)

Luffy: no set time, but usually sleeps around 5 hours

Zoro: 4am to 7am (3 hours) + naps

Nami: 11pm to 7am (8 hours)

Usopp: 1am to 8am (7 hours)

Sanji: 12am to 5am (5 hours)

In conclusion, more than half of the crew has no idea what a healthy sleep schedule is. This is a pattern that's gonna continue, by the way...

Suitable Careers

Basically what careers they would have if they weren't pirates. Their actual careers in-universe also don't count.

Luffy: firefighter

Zoro: police officer (I will not accept this slander)

Nami: childcare worker

Usopp: graphic designer

Sanji: beauty salon worker

Others: elementary school teacher, cabin attendant, pilot, detective, train station attendant

Cooking Specialities

What are they best at cooking? According to Usopp in the live action, none of the guys besides Sanji can even boil water, so I'm willing to assume Sanji may have taught them a little. A lot. Not Luffy though. He's still a disaster.

Luffy: raw meat on a plate

Zoro: sashimi - a dish consisting of variously cut raw fish and meat

Nami: roasted duck with mikan sauce

Usopp: fish and chips

Sanji: literally anything, but he prefers seafood

Who would win a 50m sprint?

Only the current Straw Hats count here.

Fifth: Nami

Fourth: Usopp (he's already fairly fast, mind you)

Third: Zoro, slowed down because he got lost (but I still don’t think he could beat the people ranked higher than him, I'm sorry, Oda)

Second: Luffy

First: Sanji

Alcohol Tolerance

Another very useful one for fanfics! Tolerance doesn't equal how much they like drinking, by the way. I'd be willing to bet that the Straw Hats' alcohol tolerances got toned down in the live action, or at least Zoro's, judging by him stating how he woke up under a table once. With his manga-level tolerance, he would have had to drink gallons worth of alcoholic beverages before that happened. Still, I think the ranking holds up.

Fifth: Luffy

Fourth: Usopp

Third: Sanji

Second: Nami

First: Zoro

And finally one last bit that doesn't really fit anywhere else:

Sanji is currently the most qualified to give the crew a haircut. This makes sense if you read about his alternative career choice earlier and due to him generally putting a lot of thought into appearances.

So, that's it! Hope these help you!

[sp-growingpains]

Hi hi again!! I havent gotten around to answering your ask yet, but in the meantime let me ask about your girl Jean once more 🫶🫶

1. How would you define Jean's style and aesthetic? What kind of clothes does she wear: is it more form or function? What clutters her room?

2. Does she have pets/would want pets in the future? If so, what kind of pet?

3. I'm not sure if you've answered this one before, but what kind of job would Jean have? And do you have a Post Covid design for her?

4. Since I asked about her SOT AU last time, can you tell me about her TFBW/superhero version?

Hi you!! I'm so glad you're back! You genuinely brighten my day! When I get over my crippling fear of being annoying, you will be bombarded with love back!

LET ME COOK CHAT!!

What an Ass-testic!

I've always seen Jean as a person who prides comfort over style.

When she's a kid, she's all about overalls and things with pockets. The front pocket of her overalls has any cool bug she finds and/or a cool lizard! The freakier looking the creature the more likely it's going to stuffed into the pocket, at least until someone makes her put it back.

Middle school turns to gym clothes mostly. Jean is 100% that fucko who's wearing basketball shorts in the cold, the baggy kind that come down to your knees. But this is also where she starts wearing more band shirts! Dio, Pink Floyd, Nirvana, Black Sabbath...the whole nine yards!

High school, there's not much of a change. The only difference is that she starts to embrace the fact that she is in fact a woman. It's around this time where she begins the uphill struggles of accepting her body. Jean honestly thinks for a long time that she's a lumbering, giant. (I won't go into this too much because I'm working on a tiny fic that goes into her inner monolog). Long story short, through the help of the other girls, she begins to wear skirts. She starts small, putting shorts under them and if it gets to be too much she carries a pair of jeans with her. But this era of Jean is what I could only lovingly describe as "Tony Hawk Underground 2 grunge."

When she's an adult, she grows a little more and gets comfortable in her own skin. She realizes that her height shouldn't restrict what she wears and rocks the punk/80s rock style.

If we had to pick a defining clothing item, the "poof ball hat" or the "orange parka" for her, it would he her blue jean jacket. The one with her patched all over them. That jacket she keeps as long as she can, each patch she has on there is for someone special to her. (I plan on redrawing that soon!)

Her space!

Oh man, is it embarrassing to say that I've redone her room like three times in the sims? Her room is what most can relate to where it's an ADHD mess. Like, she understands where everything is because it's in its own little special place. If she cleans it or organizes it, it might as well be gone. That's not to say her room is insanely messy... just well lived.

For starters, lots of posters and pictures. The picture with her and Stan gives a good little look. Jean has those lights and printed photos along her walls, hanging from her ceiling. Posters of horror movies and different bands she's seen live! Beside them are her different instruments. Guitars of different sizes and colors, a few bases, maybe a few records.

The only guitar that isn't up on the wall is her purple one. That stays beside her bed or on her back. When she's bored or feels the need to practice, it's within arms reach. I can see her also having a few energy drinks within reach as well.

She chooses sentimental over material value. The only thing she really splurges on is her bed! She's a tall lady and treats herself to many blankets and pillows. On it is her old stuffed tiger. You know the kinda plushy that's old as hell and has clearly been patched up too many times, so it looks kinda creepy? Yeah, that's just sitting there in her room, sometimes on her beanbag chair.

Pets~!

While Jean would have loved a dog, especially when she was younger, she's not really responsible enough for one. She neglects herself quite often, and even though I just went into detail about her room, she's not home if she can help it. Jean understands that it's not fair for any pet, so she doesn't really get one until she's an adult. Though she does live vicariously through Stan with Sparky. Or Cartman with his cat!

I can see her doing some research and getting a snake when she's an adult! Probably a Western Hognose Snake! She'd fall in love with their goofy little faces. Letting it rest on her shoulders and neck when she finally gets comfortable with being home. That little guy makes it easier to want to be home!

Poss-Cauvid

I do have a design for her! Maybe once I finish the mountain of projects I have, I'll post an actual picture! I don't see Jean changing too much!

This one is pretty close, though! Jean keeps up with her body, growing to really love it! The only real difference that I would add is that she kinda ditches the braids and starts putting her hair up in a bun. The only time she cut her hair was when she was a kid, and she looked a little too much like Tweek and swore never again. So she keeps her hair long, and the braids just get to be too much. That and she gets a few tattoos! But those are on her back and on her calves, and I'm still debating an arm one for her. (One of them will be a call out to Rhea Ripley because that's who I based Jean's body type off of!)

Professional Dumby

I have talked about it before, but it never hurts to say it again! I kinda said it in passing anyway!

Jean stays in South Park her entire life. That mountain town is her home, it's a part of her. It's something she loves with all her heart.

So, of course, she centers her career around the very thing that made her who she is. Music!

Jean is a high-school music teacher full time! It isn't until the very last minute of high school that she figures this out. Teaching some younger kids how to play guitar because she got roped into volunteer work, and she finds that she's pretty good at it!

The music and arts are very important to her! Especially in such a little town!

Fractured, Broken Even

Oh baby! You know AUs are my favorite thing to ramble about! So yeah, I have a design for her Superhero!AU design. I scrapped it a few times and I've got to work on it again but I based it heavily off of Pizzaz from Gem and the Holograms!

She's not a hero, just like her TSOT!AU, she's an antagonist!

If we're talking about them being kids: She puts on this 80s glam wig, paints her face these vibrant colors of orange and green. Grabs her stupid little guitar and causes problems! Why should Professor Chaos have all the fun? He shouldn't be the only one! Besides, it's unfair that South Park has two superhero teams and theirs only like one antagonist (and Cartman). She's goofy and plays up wanting an arch-nemesis so bad it makes her look stupid!

As for the AU: Jean Wellman only wants one thing in life, the consistency in every universe, and that's to be remembered and loved. What better way to do that than to carve your name into music. So she takes to the stages and gives the people all that she is.

That is until a fight between The Freedom Pals and Professor Chaos crashes into one of her shows. Electricity from the Professor goes haywire, hitting the wanna be Rockstar. Stage lights, wires, amps, the screams of the crowd. It's all she hears before things go dark.

Wires

Amps

Sound

...

Wires

Amps

Sound

...

Music

She hears it. Feels it thumping in her veins. She's not carving her name into music, it's carving itself into her.

And fuck does it feel good. It makes her feel alive. More alive than she's ever felt on stage.

That's when those buzzing fluorescence lights pry her eyelids open. When she comes to, her body feels like energy. Feels like a power cord.

Her hair's changed. A single bolt of blue through her raven locks. It's puffed out just like those 80s glam rockers she grew up loving so much. It won't go down anymore, but why would she want it to?

It's when she checks herself out of the hospital, her legs taking her back to the stage where it happened, that every step feels like she's walking on air. It's when she pulls her guitar out of the wreckage, seeing how it's still in great condition. It's when she slams her nails across the metal strings, and it plays the perfect note; that it all clicks and makes sense.

She cackles, it crackles.

She laughs, it echos.

She's a star baby, and everyone is gonna know it.

Name: Hologram

Class: Blaster/Support

》 Hologram uses a mix of short-range attacks mixed with long-range support moves. She is by no means an ally to anyone, however. Constantly playing both sides. She's a hero when it's convenient and fun, a bad guy when she thinks the tides are a little unfair. Her favorite thing to do is to get the crowd going! Order has no room in her life. It's all about the show!

○ First Move: Catch The Rift- Hologram pulls a cord on her trusty guitar, and in a straight line, enemies are staggered back by the sick rifts. (Causes enemies in a straight line, up to 3 spaces, to get knocked back. Causes confusion.)

○ Second Move: Amp Up- Hologram strums her guitar, and the music heals the soul, rejuvenating her allies. (Small AOE heal in a cross pattern from her location. Cures debuffs)

○ Third Move: Punk Tactics - Hologram brings down the axe crushing legs and hitting below the belt. (A front melee attack that deals massive damage, Causes stun. Can be used every other turn)

☆ Special: Backstage Pass- Hologram steps up to the stage and demands the attention of the crowd. All eyes on her, her song causes the crowd to get lost in the music! (Attacks the entire battlefield. Enemies are charmed and shocked. Allies get an attack up. Does no actual damage.)

How Well She Plays With Others

Fastpass: Is her favorite hero, one of the only heroes in her eyes. Not only is he a true hero, but he's fun! He's so much fun! His speed makes every fight a challenge. Less a game of cat and mouse, and more like two lighting storms going at it. Flashy, hard to predict, charming. What's not to love?

"Fastpass! Can I get an autograph!? Wanna sign the guitar? Come ooooon buddy! Surely you have the time?"

> Will most likely team up with

> More likely to quip with (which she loves)

> Will try to outrun just because it's funny

Captain Diabetes: Her second favorite hero. This is the other true hero to Hologram! She knows that when it comes down to it, he will always do the right thing. Which means he's perfect for the show! Hologram often puts him in a predicament where he's forced to choose. Chase her or save the victims? Knowing him, he always chooses to save civilians. Hologram then makes a scene about it.

"Look at you! You'll do anything for these people! God, you're amazing! You're my favorite superstar!"

> Will never team-up with him, despite really wanting to.

> Loves getting him riled up, even though it's incredibly bad for her

> It's absolutely a game of cat and mouse with him

Toolshed: The fix it hero. He was the one who brought her to the hospital. The reason she can hear the music. The reason why the electricity hit her in the first place. If he hadn't dodged that attack. If he hadn't been there. Well, she wouldn't be the main event. He made her. So she owes it to him to make him a real hero! Hologram knows if she breaks it, he'll always fix it. Make it better! Like he did her!

He's a hero, sure, but he's not a real hero. Not yet. He's got some imperfections, little kinks that she's more than happy to work out! The day she knows she's won is when he acknowledges her as his arch-nemises.

"Look at me! You made me a star! You made me something! It's the least I can do for you, Toolshed! You need me to make you a hero!"

> Will never team-up with him

> Wants more than anything for the city to love him like they love Mysterion

> Acknowledgment or not, she's gonna make him a hero

Human Kite: An alien? From the stars? How fucking rad is that!? At least Hologram thinks so. Her favorite thing to do is to knock him out of the sky. It's a game to her because, in actuality, no one flies higher than her. No one is ever allowed to make her look like a stage hand! She's the main event, and no one from this planet or the next is gonna take that from her! If he remembers that and stays out of her way, they can work together. She'll even let him play alongside her...if he's good.

"You never fucking learn, maybe you need another lesson. Call for backup, I want them to watch me knocking you outta my sky."

> Will team-up with him sometimes, but she'll be pissy about it.

> She does think it's really fucking cool that he can shoot lasers out of his eyes and that he's an alien, it's all jealousy really

> If she successfully knocks him out of the sky, she'll make a show of catching him, smirking the entire time.

Professor Chaos: What a funny guy. What a perfect opener, like those small bands that open for the main event! He's got plans that are beyond her understanding, but they're fun! If they leave room for her and they don't get in the way of her goals, then he's fine! If the city starts to love Mysterion a little more because of him, though, she's gonna have some words for the Professor.

"Look Proff, I owe ya. You're part of the reason I'm like this...but lets not pretend you're the only one playing games. Some of us want a turn too."

> Will team-up with him with no complaints, even follow orders to a degree

> If she thinks it's funny, she'll turn the tables and go rogue

> Is a pain in the ass for both sides, it's only fair!

Callgirl: The last and final true hero on her list. This woman can do no wrong in her eyes! This woman's presence both online and in person leave Hologram star-struck. She's the one person who's allowed to share a stage with her. If only the female hero could see that!

"You're her! You're Callgirl! I'm a huge fan! Can I write your theme song?"

> Will always team-up with her unless Toolshed is involved!

> Constantly tries to get a photo with her. Often photo-bombing if she can help it

> Was a fan of Callgirl before she became Hologram, still follows her social media!

As for the others? She's not really concerned about them. They're small stuff. Boring. Or at least they haven't given her a reason to give a shit. Although, Wonder Tweek's lightning is fun. She loves the feeling of it, tastes like coffee for some reason?