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Is anyone into Andromeda Six?

Or OCs in general I guess?

I might start posting about my OCs, mostly my A6 traveller because the latest episode dragged me into the brain rot again. But hey, finally written something for the first time in months!

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i was so sad, i drew a little bat so i wouldn’t be sad. and now i am no longer sad.

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wanna bone

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So, fun fact, it's hard to write when your partner moves in with you. Mostly mu own fault, I'm terrified of being judged. But I've had so many ideas, and a huge FGO fic/rewrite with my mastersona (is that what we call them) that I was a chunk into and I haven't been able to write any of them.

I do have a Tav/Gortash fic on my A03 that you can find here (I trued to upload to tumblr but the post button greyed out or it error ed every time I copy pasted to a text post)

But yeah. Sorry for my horrible silence, between the whole not being alone in my free time and tumblr hating my long text posts I just can't write right now. And it sucks for me too honestly. I miss writing so bad.

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cannot believe there are people who aren't familiar with the 2002 movie Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron. it's not remembered as one of the animated classics of the early 00s because it's so different than other beloved movies - no talking animals, no fantasy settings, limited comedic elements - but my god did it shine in so many other ways. arguably some of the best 2D animation ever created, outstanding soundtrack, an hour and a half of pure anti-imperialism and anti-colonialism in a kid friendly story about horseys.

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"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years

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♥ Welcome to #ockiss24 ♥

The time has come again, fellow creators! Grab your tools of choice and prepare!

♥ #ockiss24 CALENDAR

from FEBRUARY 12th, 2024 to FEBRUARY 18th, 2024

♥ #ockiss24 MINI FAQ

What is OCkiss? It’s a week long event in which artists, writers and other creators produce content about OCs kissing.

Who can participate in OCkiss? Do you have an OC? Do you want to participate in OCkiss? Congrats, you’re in! Create something and upload it during the event with the tag #ockiss24

My OC doesn’t have a significant other, can I still participate? Of course! OCkiss is not restricted to romantic kisses - they can be friendly, they can be familiar, they can just be kissing their pet!

Can I use other people’s OCs? If they have stated that their OCs are up for grabs for this event, of course! If you’re not sure, please, please always ask the OC’s owner first.

I’m a bit lost and don’t know what to create! You can ask other people for prompts, make your own, or follow the official #ockiss24 prompt list (to be released soon!).

If you have more questions, please refer to the main FAQ!

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Remember to tag your OCkiss creations with the #ockiss24 tag! I aim to reblog everybody who participates and I will set up a queue to that effect. Reblog culture has gone down on Tumblr, and I want to change that and promote creators to the best of my ability - it would be awesome if you joined me on this! If you don’t want your work to be reblogged here, please say so in the tags!

*I don’t own OCkiss in any shape or form, and everybody is free to launch their own OCkiss event whenever they want! I’m just aiming to have a more organized place for it, as I have been organizing this event for the last years on my artblog.

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Hello. I am trying to write again.

I was also thinking of reviving Undercaffinated.. or maybe starting a new SMAU so... help?

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Merry Christmas y'all

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I Believe What You Said [James Wilson x Reader]

I have been bingewatching House, and I fell back in love with the adorable golden retriever of an oncologist. And I actually managed to write!

Warnings: hinted smut, female reader, reader has a last name (there is a reason), no use of y/n, House is House, reader is 30

“You called a hooker to the hospital? I’m telling mom!” Wilson sighed and went to apologise but the woman with him merely laughed, “then I guess you won’t want to hear about my two for one special? I’m told it’s knee-trembling.” “Oh I like her, hire her again.” “I don’t think he’s going to go away any time soon, I’ll see you later?” The woman smiled softly at Wilson and nodded. “Yeah. Thanks James.” As she reached the door she stopped and glanced back at the two men, “nice to meet you House.” “So, you got her card? How much does she charge an hour?” “I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.” Wilson sighed heavily, settling back into his chair. “What do you want House?” “I want to know who the hot piece of ass in your office was.” House wiggled his eyebrows. “You’re disgusting. And it may come as a surprise to you, but sometimes people other than you actually come to consult me on cases. Now, what did you want?” “Oh, I’ve got something way more interesting to look into now.” House grinned, making his way back towards the door and leaving a baffled oncologist behind him.

“So, who’s the hot new doctor you hired?” “Hello to you too House.” Cuddy hummed, not looking up from her computer. “I haven’t hired any new doctors.” “Well there’s no way Wilson has the balls to bring a hooker to a hospital. Short, stupid accent, wears a lot of black, doesn’t quite have your cleavage but-” he cupped his hands around his chest “-about yae big?” “You’re disgusting.” Cuddy huffed. “Why do you care?” “What, I can’t get to know the fourth ex-Mrs Wilson?” He smirked. “You know, I think she’s young enough to be his daughter.” “She’s 30!” “So you do know who she is?!” He looked practically elated, or as elated as House could get, “c’mon mom, little Jimmy gets all the cool new friends.” “She was a trauma surgeon, and if you actually did the clinic hours you were supposed to do you would have met her before now.” Cuddy clicked a few buttons on her computer and smiled, “and would you look at that, your clinic duty starts in ten minutes.” For the first time in months House didn’t whine or complain, instead headed straight for the door and turned in the direction of the clinic.

“He has three ex wives you know.” “Really?” The woman laughed, flicking over the next page in her file, “that’s extremely impressive for a nine year old. I’ll let his mother know.” “Hilarious. Wilson, not little Timmy in there.” She paused, narrowing her eyes at him. “I’m not sure what that has to do with me, or this patient, but I’ll keep it in mind… unless you really were thinking about that two for one offer? Or calling dibs.” She didn’t wait for his response, slipping into exam room two and closing the door. House smiled to himself, picking a random file from the stack. This was going to be fun. Each time he bumped into her while collecting files he asked progressively more personal questions, about her, about her intentions with the oncologist, about her medical history, or just things to get a rise out of her. After his last patient she was just stood by the desk waiting for him, expectantly. “You get one more question.” “So, how many doctors in this hospital have you slept with?” She tapped her finger against her chin, “three. Why, you want to make it four? So you know my family history, how many doctors I’ve slept with, how many times I’ve spoken to your boyfriend this month, and yet you never asked my name. Have fun with that Sherlock.” “Oh please, your name is up there on the clinic rota,” he grumbled, gesturing to the board behind him, “who wastes a question on useless stuff like that?” She just laughed and walked off, throwing a wave over her shoulder as she disappeared through the doors. House, still a little peeved he couldn’t get to her, turned to study the clinic rota. Next to his name, in shiny black letters, ‘Dr. Smith’. Great, just great.

House threw open the door to his office, slightly disappointed that no one on the team jumped any more. “You two, go run a PET scan on the patient's brain. And you,” he gestured his cane at Cameron, “go find me Dr. Smith, tell her I need a consult in Wilson’s office.” “Why would we run-” “Are you going to give me a clue on-” “Out. Daddy needs time to think.” The three stared dumbly at him as he made his way back towards the door. “Go on kiddies, scram.” Sighing the team set off for their different jobs, Cameron muttering to herself about how many Dr Smith’s there must be in this hospital. House headed in the other direction, still thinking, until he stopped outside Wilson’s door. Rapping his cane against the wood three times he pushed open the door and walked in. “What are you up to?” “I believe that’s usually my line. Hello House.” The older man made a childish noise and dropped himself on the office sofa, “with this Dr Smith. Did you know she’s slept with three Doctors in this hospital? I mean, I can’t blame them, that ass is amazing-” “You’re a pig. And what I’m doing is working…” Wilson hummed, staring at his papers for a few moments before dropping them on the desk, “how do you know how many doctors she’s slept with?” “Apparently we share clinic hours. So, you’re trying to be the fourth or what?” “No, no, we are not doing this. Since when do you do your clinic hours?” “Since there was something interesting in there.” House smirked, “so you are trying to be number four?” “House,” Wilson frowned at his friend, tone hardening slightly, “I am not answering that question.” “So I can be number four? Sweet, wonder if she meant it about that two for one deal. Think Cuddy would be in?” “No and no.” “So you are interested in her,” House grinned, “Wilson’s got a girlfriend!” “Men and Women can be friends, even if the woman in question has an amazing ass,” Wilson sighed “you happy now?” “Ecstatic. What about you?” Wilson’s head whipped towards the door, where Dr Smith was leaning against the doorframe. “I think I could hear a few more compliments. You wanted me?” “Yeah, my place about 8?” She chuckled and shook her head at the diagnostician. “Still not the best offer in the room, Cameron said you wanted a consult?” “Yeah, got a patient suffering from a heartbreaking lack of sex.” He grumbled. “Hire a hooker. Or sweet talk James really nice. Now, is there a real issue or can I go back to my day job?” She glanced between the two, one eyebrow raised. “I do have a patient with hallucinations, hearing voices, the whole shebang. He’s 39.” She hummed, sitting on the couch beside House. “This is new?” “Yep.” “Very late onset for schizophrenia, personally I’d be asking the oncologist not the psych.” “Tumour is a possibility.” Wilson agreed, wandering over to the couch as well. “Great, good thing I asked them to scan his brain.” House sighed, pushing himself to his feet. After he left the woman smiled at Wilson, “so, you want to get a coffee and go over that case?” “I’d love to.”

“So my ass is amazing huh?” Dr. Smith grinned, grin only widening as she watched the oncologist splutter, his face turning red. “I can’t believe House did that to me.” “Oh I can, Cameron went to like eight Dr Smith’s before she got to me, and so do you. But that’s not an answer Dr Wilson.” Wilson sighed, staring hard at the spill now on the table. “I was just winding House up.” She hummed, taking a careful sip of her coffee. “Well that’s a shame, ‘cause now I can’t say the same thing back without getting written up for harassment.” More of the coffee splashed onto the table, “you… what?” “I’m not blind.” Wilson just stared blankly at her, a pink flush sitting prettily across his cheeks. “But you’re… you know I’m a decade older than you right?” “You know I’m too old to care right?” She stared him down, though her lips still turned up at the corners ever so slightly. “You can say no, I got over being offended by that back in college.” “Well that has to be a lie. It’s not that I want to say no-” “So, Thursday night? I finish at 7.” Wilson could only watch, stunned, as she downed the rest of her coffee and walked off.

“There’s something wrong with her, and I’m going to find it,” House grumbled as he limped back into the office, throwing his badge onto the table, “one of you go pretend to be me in the clinic, I’m busy.” “You stole another doctor's personal file?” Cameron gaped. “I’m not even surprised.” Foreman sighed. House made shoo-ing motions as he sat behind his desk, starting to flip through the file. Less than an hour later he was slamming the file back down on Wilson’s desk. “She’s broken, thats why you want her.” “Ah yes, I definitely can’t like a gorgeous woman because she’s gorgeous.” His eyes flicked to the file and back to the computer, “of course you stole her notes. I’m disappointed but not surprised.” “She has depression.” House snapped. “That makes two of us.” “She can’t have kids.” “Ah yes, because my plan was to knock her up on the first date.” House narrowed his eyes. “You’re taking her on a date.” Wilson’s retort was interrupted by a knock on the door, followed by the person they’d just been discussing poking her head inside. “Bad time?” “No, it’s fine.” Wilson hummed, smiling softly. “You need me?” “Both of you actually,” her eyes drifted over the file on the desk, “you know, I’m not morally opposed to punching a cripple when they deserve it. You want copies of all my nudes too?” House grinned. “Yes.” “Ask James for them later, there’s a weird case in the clinic.” She grinned, nodding towards the door. “And since you have enough free time on your hands to steal my notes, you have enough free time to come look at this.” “You have nudes already?” Wilson frowned. “No?” “Not yet, hence the later. Keep up House.” As she walked off the two men glanced at each other, Wilson frowning at his best friends wicked grin. This was going to be a nightmare.

Thursday evening finally rolled around and the two doctors found themselves seated at a pretty nice restaurant, glasses of wine beside their plates and soft piano music trickling through the air. The woman smiled, leaning forwards slightly towards her date. “You know he followed us right?” She chuckled, nodding her head slightly. “Two tables over. You sure I’m not interrupting something between you two?” “Only him monopolising all my free time.” Wilson groaned, rubbing his temples. “I’m sorry about him.” “Don’t be, if I didn’t think I could handle him I wouldn’t be here. You don’t work at Princeton Plainsboro for years without knowing all about Gregory House.” She laughed. “Besides, he’s good fun to mess with.” “I’m glad,” Wilson smiled softly, “not that he’s messing with you, just that you don’t mind.” She gently rested her hand over his. “I finally managed to get you out on a date, a grumpy diagnostician with a fixation is not ruining this for me.” “Finally… you flatter me.” She shrugged, “I don’t really flatter people, but if it's working then I’m happy-” she sipped from her wine “-I’d be even happier if you agreed to come to my place and try some of my wines after this. I have quite the collection.” He blushed prettily, taking another sip of his own drink before nodding. “I. I think I would like that.” She smiled, taking another bite of her pasta. Wilson did the same, smiling back at her. Once their plates were empty and the last of the wine had disappeared she reached out and offered him her hand. As they walked past the table where House was sat she bent down and murmured into his ear ‘there are easier ways to get a threesome’ before walking out of the restaurant hand in hand with the oncologist. “I may have overexaggerated how good my wine collection is.” “I may not have really cared about the wine.” She laughed, pulling him to a stop so she could lean up and press her lips into his. “Good. My apartment is just around the corner, and I’m running low on patience.” If they both sped up their steps a little, and if they ended up pressed against each other outside her door too impatient to wait just a moment longer for the door to be opened, then there was no one there to judge them.

The next morning she awoke to the chirping of an alarm and the warmth of a body curled around her own. Shifting slightly she smiled to see him still there, floppy hair a mess and brow furrowed slightly as the alarm broke through the last remnants of sleep. “You’re still here.” She murmured, fingers tracing his jaw. “You didn’t think I would be?” He murmured back, eyes still closed as he tried to bury his face against her shoulder. “I’m not necessarily used to it, but I’m glad.” Slowly she rolled over fully, pressing the front of her body against his and feeling him pressing back against her. “Mmmh, think we can get away with being late?” His eyes cracked open and he smiled, pressing his lips against hers softly. “If you’re as good as you were last night we won’t be.” Grinning wickedly she rolled him over onto his back, her hips straddling his. “Dr Wilson, you know all the right things to say.” “James. Call me James.”

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Learn to Share

This took me an embarassingly long time to write, but I'm trying to get back into the swing of things (and I might try to write a part 2 to this as well).

One Piece Live Action - (Future) Mihawk x F!Reader x Shanks

“S’whats a pretty girl like you doin’ here ‘lone?”

You breathed out slowly through your nose, fingers tightening on the glass in your hand. This was the third one tonight. You’d come here to get away from annoying men, yet here you were attracting them like flies to honey. As if your frankly impressive resting bitch face wasn’t enough to tell people not to bother you.

“I’m here for peace, and you happen to be ruining it.” You grit out, casting a quick sideways glance at the man.

“Ah, you don’t wanna be here ‘lone surely, pretty gal like you.” He leant in closer, the stink of his breath wafting into your face. “Come w’me an’ I’ll show you a real good time.”

You swore under your breath, turning to face the man and flicking your coat open slightly to flash your daggers. “Like I said, you’re ruining my peace. You can leave now, or I can make you.”

Apparently the alcohol had really dulled all of the man’s brain cells because he just laughed, leaning further towards you, gaze planted firmly on your chest. “Don’ be like that pretty, I’ll relieve you tension yeah?”

“I believe the lady said no.”

Both of you turned to the stranger, you to chastise him when you had that handled, the drunkard apparently to chase the stranger off, but neither of you could find words when those piercing yellow eyes came into view. You watched from the corner of your eyes as the drunk spluttered apologies, his face going a sickly shade of white as he scampered away. Arching one eyebrow at the stranger you dipped your head slightly in thanks. He was striking, pale skin and the most intense gaze you’d ever seen, all framed by sharp black hair.

“Let me buy you a drink… as thanks.”

The words left your mouth before your brain could engage and you could barely hide your mortification at your own actions.

“No need for thanks. Though… I suppose a drink couldn’t hurt.”

The stranger settled into the recently vacated seat and you nodded towards the bartender for two more drinks.

Before long two glasses of decent rum were set onto the counter in front of you. Quietly you thanked the bartender, before lifting the glass in a silent toast to your new companion. Thankfully he said nothing in return, only dipped his head and lifted the glass to his lips. Smiling to yourself you settled for a quiet drink, hopeful that the presence of this stranger would deter most of the idiots from bothering you.

It almost worked, but unfortunately you didn’t think there was any power on the seas that could stop your captain from bothering you.

“Ehh, there you are princess! You left the party without telling anyone!”

You groaned, steadfastly ignoring the man as he came up behind you and slung his arm around your shoulder, evidently completely ignoring the man sat beside you. You cast a quick glance sideways to check that he was, in fact, still sat there, and sighed.

“I wanted a quiet drink. Emphasis on the quiet.”

“Hey, we’re great company. Besides you should have told- Hawk Eyes! What are you doing with my lookout?!”

“Just a quiet drink.”

You narrowed your eyes at him before looking back at your captain. “It was a quiet drink, so if you’d be so kind… y’know, while I ask how the hell you know each other.”

“Oh, Hawk Eyes and I go way back.” Your captain, ignoring your request, settled down on the stool at your other side, resting his shoulder against yours.

“This wasn’t exactly what I meant Captain,” you grumbled half-heartedly, “I came here to escape the crew.”

“Ah, gorgeous, I’m the Captain not the crew. And we both know you don’t really want to escape me.”

The man on your other side, Hawk Eyes apparently, hummed and gestured for more drinks, “if you’re part of his crew then you know there’s no getting rid of him. Believe me, I’ve tried.”

You sigh, defeated, and nod slowly. “Point taken. How do you know each other anyway?”

“We were rivals!” 

Your jaw went slack, eyes darting between your Captain and the mysterious stranger. “I’m sorry, you were what?!”

“Oh yeah, old Hawk Eyes used to hunt me down for fights all the time!” 

“You just happened to be an interesting opponent.”

You grabbed the drink settled in front of you and downed half of it in one swallow. “Nope, I refuse to believe that you and Hawk Eyes here were rivals. One of you is clearly too good for that.”

“Mihawk. I prefer to be addressed by name, and I believe you have more manners than Shanks.”

Swiftly you drained the second half of your glass. “I think I should get some air.”

Before you could even rise to your feet you felt the arm clamp down around your shoulders, pushing you back down. For a drunk man with only one arm Shanks was much stronger than most gave him credit for, including you.

“Oh come on gorgeous, don’t you want to hear stories of my amazing adventures?”

To your surprise you found yourself enjoying the tales they told you, mostly Shanks though Mihawk chipped in occasionally. A few more drinks and you began to forget why you’d wanted to leave, the shock of the greatest swordsman in the world sitting beside you long gone. You leant against the bar, Shanks’ arm still around your shoulders, the three of you pressed much closer together than when you’d first started.

“So you two are like… best friends or something?”

“Good Lord no.” Mihawk protested, while Shanks laughed loudly down your ear.

“Close enough Princess.”

You hummed, nodding your head. “I can see it, you work well together.”

Slowly you started to rise from your stool, only for Shanks to push you back down.

“And where are you going now Princess?”

Frowning you pointed towards the back of the bar, “powder my nose, I’ll be right back.”

Reluctantly he let you stand, both men watching protectively as you made your way to the washrooms in the back of the bar.

“She’s quite something hmm?”

Shanks huffed, finally pulling his attention from the direction you’d left to narrow his eyes at his old friend. “She’s my lookout, don’t go stealing her for your crew.”

“I don’t need a crew, but you could learn some lessons about sharing.”

Shanks eyes sparkled and he smiled. “Now that, I can get behind.”

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genuinely i really admire people who can set aside some time and go Okay I'm Writing Now and then get some writing done, i'm just out here fighting for my fucking life

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Just curious about everyone’s thoughts on this as I’ve been thinking about urban wildlife a lot lately

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Hello.

I'm not dead, just don't seem to be able to write. Changed jobs (the new one is way more chill and for the first time in years I've been told we'll done and thank you) and bought a house but still no luck with making my brain work.

I am struggling through writing something thanks to the One Piece live action, but if anyone still looks at this blog and you have any prompts or ideas they're welcome, although I cannot guarantee I'll be able to write them.

And sorry, for being gone so long and for any comments or messages I missed.