#(for those who didn't read the fanfic) The joke here is that this answer is a quote from the fanfic

[brandtner]

finally we got our long awaited srpska x serbia smut, thank you lord for the fanfic you brought upon us

Please, I'm saying this with an oily intonation, I am just a simple writer like every other. Call me by my name. ;)

Hope you will like it anon.

[freddie-77-ao3]

sup yall we're vibing here

anyway. hey, my name's freddie, and i'm finally trying to write an actual intro/master post which... we'll see how this goes.

important stuff is highlighted in orange.

so, basic stuff:

as I said, my name's freddie. he/him pronouns. i'm a college student (majoring in accounting, might add a psych minor). not gonna say which college but i'm currently in california.

i've been on tumblr since 2019 i think? not under this account, this started as a fandom account and then spiralled out of control... really fast. um, my regular tumblr which i've not actually opened in ages is @chronicchthonic14 so. yeah.

not particularly relevant to this blog, but i might mention it at some point so, i have autism and adhd. and some other things but. like. that list is very long and those are the two most relevant because i promise if i come off wrong/mean, i didn't mean to, i just forget to make my words normal. but. those are the two most referenced. if for whatever reason someone wants to know more or has questions you can send an ask ig?

i'm scottish, born there. moved to US when I was four. finishing uni and moving back.

some quick warnings

this blog definitely contains cursing/vulgar language, whatever you want to call it, so if you're not comfortable with that, probably not the blog for you, as i don't tag cursing or anything for you to filter out.

if, for whatever reason, if i ever reblog something that contains a slur (against racial minorities, queer people, anything) i will ABSOLUTELY tag that though.

also if anyone has any trigger warnings they think any content needs, please let me know-- asks, dms, comments, reblogs

the cursing thing also applies for sort of dirty jokes? think that only applies to like. two posts and very not explicit. those aren't currently tagged but if they get any more explicit they certainly will be.

queer identity because the explicit reminded me, i'm asexual, and probably straight. maybe bi? dunno, don't particularly care. and i'm trans. ftm. this isn't the blog i talk about that on usually though, unless it relates to a specific ask or a fandom thing.

which, getting into what this blog is for because i can't think of anything else i need to add here (guys let me know if i forgot important stuff, please, i'm an idiot!!! i will forget the important stuff and write random shit instead!! i've already deleted three tangents from this!!)

sooooo

fandoms!! ones i write and/or post about or will potentially post about

percy jackson extending to hoo, toa, tkc (definitely post way less about this), mcga (again, way less). haven't read TSATS or COTG yet, but spoilers are fine. i post way more about minor characters. write fanfiction for and have some posted (both on here and ao3) and a bunch of snippets.

dcu-- films, comics, animated shows, all of it. personally, my favorites are young justice (the comics, not show version), new teen titans, and batman inc (batgirls, nightwing, and red robin esp). late 90s yj run is my favorite, and i loved the DCeased event. favorite batman comic is definitely court of owls run. no fanfics posted, but some on docs.

mcu-- way less so, but have a stucky oneshot. slowly making my way through in timeline order.

throne of glass. i'm an aedion and chaol apologizer because they do a bunch of dumb shit but then WHO DOESN'T in this series. fanfics in doc, not posted.

this would go on for ages if i listed everything so instead, here's an ask i answered on my fandoms/genres and everything. feel free to send me asks about anyone. if you send me something about radium girls i may cry though (tears of joy) so there's your advanced warning.

main things you'll see on my blog are incorrect quotes, snippets, and the occasional fic

this^^

my... idk, contact policy? seriously what do i word this

asks are always open, anon is on.

if you send hate... whatever. i'll probably delete it.

unless i find it funny. then I'll post it. there's really little you could say to me that would hurt.

when i say asks are always open, you can drop anything you want.

literally anything

you need to vent? want advice? want to request headcanons? request a fic? give me a prompt? ask random things about me? something else I've forgotten? go right ahead

if you want to ask me to update my fics? go right ahead. sometimes i forget i didn't post something.

send as many asks as you want, i don't care if it might be spam

i can't promise i'll respond to asks in a timely manner, sometimes i open my inbox and forget they exist for months, i'm sorry. if it's something you really want answered you can send another one

dm's are alright? if you want to be friends or something, go right ahead.

anyone can reblog any of my posts/comment/heart, i don't care. you want to heart 50 things in a row? i adore you. if i had kids, you would get my firstborn

if we're mutuals you can ask for my insta/give me yours.

now, other accounts:

anyway, i think that's it?

[amethystina]

Hello !!! I hope u r well and recovering 💘

Fir the ask game: 🤡❌️👀

Unfortunately, things are still pretty rough but I'm hanging in there :)

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

I'm not sure if there is such a line, to be honest. Mainly because most of the things I write aren't all that funny, but also because it takes a lot for me to laugh when it's my own writing. Because I already know the punchline before the joke's even started, so it's just not that exciting. If that makes sense?

That said, Yoon Sa Wol from Black Knight is an absolute hoot to write and there is one exchange in particular that definitely makes me want to cackle whenever I think about it. It's when he's talking to 4-1 (a coworker of his) and they accidentally stumble onto the subject of whether or not Sa Wol could have sex with 5-8 (the dude he is definitely interested in having sex with) and the following happens:

All things considered, it didn't seem like a bad idea at all. 4-1 didn't seem to agree. She gave him a flat look, as if the answer should be obvious. "He'd eat you for breakfast." Sa Wol paused for a beat but, really, the only thing he could think to say was: "I mean, wouldn't that be the whole point?" 4-1 let out a choked noise that sounded outright painful.

SA WOL, NO.

But also, kudos on being so goddamn shameless.

❌ What’s a trope you will never write?

I'm not sure if there is one? Because, sure, I'm not personally into mpreg or A/B/O but I can't say I'll never write them. Like, if someone gave me enough money to write those tropes, I probably would. We get money where we can in this economy xD

I think the closest I come to a complete "I refuse to write this" are the things I find triggering or just don't agree with on a moral level. So I'd have a hard time glorifying abuse, for example, or write something that involves incest or non-con between a romantic couple. The kind where transgressions are eventually forgiven or brushed aside because "they actually love them and it was just a mistake" and that kind of stuff.

There's a reason why I'm so determined to call out Yo Han's bullshit in my Devil Judge fics, for example, and why Moon Jo is such a lovesick simp in my Strangers From Hell fic. I find them to be incredibly fascinating as characters, but I admit I would never be able to write them doing something along those lines. They both skirt the line from time to time — which is sort of the point in some ways — but I try to criticise the behaviour rather than excuse or glorify it.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

I kind of mentioned all of them when I did the WIP Tag Game not too long ago, so you can see what they are and read about them if you look at this tag right here!

But aside from that, I can say that I'm currently trying to edit and post chapter six of A New Dawn (Begins With Us), and, after that, I'm going to try and edit chapter 3 of The Right Set of Circumstances, and, after that, I... well, I don't know x'D I'll either try to edit Thou Shalt Not Covet or maybe I'll allow myself to write chapter 42 of Who Holds the Devil.

I'm kind of holding that chapter hostage right now since I HATE editing and would much rather write — it's just so much more fun. But if I only wrote and didn't edit, I would never post anything, so I kind of have to force myself to edit from time to time, too.

And it's extra annoying right now since I'm so feverish and that just makes editing ten times worse for some reason?

So yeah. I have a lot going on right now in terms of WIPs and it's kind of beginning to feel like a second job, not going to lie x'D

Thank you so much for the ask! :D

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

[koolades-world]

DAMN SO IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO HAD A DU TO OBEY ME PIPELINE. that fandom made me worse and i think it made my life go downhill (/hj). i was so mean like we weren't all children with unrestricted internet access idk why i thought it was that serious </3 (sorry i was reading ur blog and saw a post responding to someone and i went "wait i minute" and had a few flashbacks)

OMG HEYYYY (more ex fandom ranting under the cut!)

first, welcome!! so glad you found a better fandom to migrate to and that you aren't stuck in the past like some people i knew. you are all good, no need to apologize. it's so crazy to me that i've encountered not one, but two ex du fans out in the wild! i thought there were about fifteen of us total lol. i know that war flashback feeling. was digging through old screenshots for something the other day and i found my stash and had to take a moment. sorry if some of this makes no sense or has odd flow. i'm word vomiting and i'm pretty tired rn (in the middle of drinking a matcha, coffee, and monster all at the same time). college has been sucking the life out of me, but i just had to answer this immediately

yeah it was absolutely wild man. i don't think anyone except like a few people liked me because to this day i'm still only friends with two of them. the way i was absolutely witched hunted i tell you :sob: i 100% made more enemies than friends. even my readers were mean, and i just took it all for some reason? i've been on tumblr for about a year and half now, and i haven't had a single mean fan, but back in the day, i think i had more than i can count. yes i was on wattpad for longer, but considering the ratio, that's crazy. i have about 2.2k followers here (love all of you guys mwa mwa) and i have zero mean fans. on wattpad i think i have like 260 something, and the fact that i cant count the amount of mean fans i had is insane. if i didn't have those friends, i would be convinced it was a fever dream. if you were on wattpad at the time, you'd understand how jarring the swap from that fandom to this one would be. fanfics are allowed? still kinda crazy to me actually. can't believe being an author is welcome here! im part of a zine now!!! i didn't think that was every going to happen. have no clue how the hell this pipeline happened, but hey! at least there's two examples lol. like i said before, i honestly cannot tell if it made me better or worse, but i can for sure think of all the ways it made me worse! haha.

yeah we were all kids with unrestricted internet access everyone was like 10 to 14. i was 13 or 14 when i entered the fandom and that was old LOL. can't believe i was the responsible adult in the room at 14! my now best friend was like 11 or so at the time. maybe its the trauma bonding or something, but we're basically siblings now. we are inseparable, package deal if you will. if you remember chev, i am exactly one day older than him lol <3 my favorite running joke but it also shows my age. the swap to this fandom was so odd, because now i'm a baby compared to everyone else lol. i can't believe i'm no longer a mediator or anything. this fandom is pretty unproblematic and it's so so refreshing to just be able to exist

if you knew who i was back in the day and didn't hate me, feel free to reach out! if you didn't still feel free to reach out haha. even if you didn't know me, you probably knew my best friend whether you liked it or not haha. i understand if you don't want to, but if you ever want to chat, i totally wouldn't mind! feel free to send me a dm and i can give you my discord. would be nice to get another outside perspective. if not, again, totally fine! have a wonderful day and hope you're recovering well. you're a fighter and deserve the best! hugs and kisses :)

[lakesparkles]

Guilt (chapter 1 - bjhm fanfiction)

Actually, I'll share two fanfics today since they're for totally different fandoms.

This one is very, VERY self indulgent. I wrote it mostly for myself, but I think there is no problem showing it to other people.

It's all about my AU that Mr Peanutbutter dates both Diane and Guy. I started shipping this not seriously, but now I love them for real. It'll be three chapters long in total, I already finished everything.

Once again, sorry for any mistakes: not only because English is not my first language, but also... I probably got something wrong about Texas or the movies mentioned. And here's something I drew for it:

You can read it on this google doc or under the cut: (5662 words)

Chapter 1 - Guilt

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Upon meeting Mr Peanutbutter after years, Diane tries to get used to a familiar feeling.

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 Honestly, Diane was used to the guilt.

 She used to joke that it was something that had haunted her since she was five, but no one thought that joke was funny. Well, they just didn't understand it, she thought.

  Sometimes she would be sitting at the kitchen table and the feeling would run over her like a truck. The old bitter guilt. She didn't know what she had done wrong though, that didn't stop the feeling from continuing to plague her throughout her life.

  When she was at Boston University, she'd overhear conversations from her deer classmates, who had their own number of inside jokes. They laughed and talked about their "freeze" instinct: something about prey and evolution. Diane might not be a deer, but she related to it in a strange way, and it was not surprising to learn that humans were once hunted too.

 Part of that remained deep in her brain and now expressed itself in the form of guilt. Walking the streets, it was as if she needed to run away, while at the same time she couldn't move a muscle. She felt in danger. Everyone hated her. She had done something wrong.

 But what?

 Having something to feel truly guilty about didn't help, however. All those years had never taught her to get used to the feeling, so it only got twice as bad. Until later. Aside from the unfounded fear, it was like she was being haunted every second of her life.

 She and Guy passed a palm tree on the way to the pharmacy. He had his arm around her neck when he asked "Feeling like LA again?" and that was enough to unlock all the memories she was trying to repress. She laughed as she answered, but the guilt had already set in.

 Pickles had recently been hired as a television show host (along with her new boyfriend. Was he her boyfriend? Diane didn't know that singer, even though he seemed famous). Pickles looked happy, with her tongue hanging out and tail wagging like before.... before she met Diane. Guy surreptitiously switched channels when Diane became static, perhaps already understanding her unspoken feelings.

 It was something she should just get used to….Probably.

 It was expected of her.

 What she didn't expect was to have a new constant reason for guilt.

 "If it isn't my favorite girl on this planet!!"

 She heard him before she even saw him. She barely had time to react before being wrapped in a tight hug, even needing to take a few steps back to keep her balance. Such contact continued for a few seconds, Diane not knowing what to do with her arms and uncomfortably wrapping them around his waist.

 When they separated, Diane had the opportunity to actually observe him. Mr Peanutbutter was staring at her, his brown eyes half closed by the smile that wouldn't leave his face. He looked exactly like he always did. Except not. She was well aware of the resistance that the other had for aging... Or rather, showing it. However, now it was as if he was finally accepting, his fur - naturally extreme yellow - becoming lighter. The region near his muzzle had been the most affected, several white hairs framing the nose. The tips of his ears also had the messiest short hairs, almost lightening too.

Only then did Diane realize that Mr. Peanutbutter was speaking to her:

 "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre made it look so different! Here it's kinda... Cold? And look at the buildings! It wasn't quite what I was expecting."

 "If your Texas home base is The Texas Chainsaw Massacre... You're sure to be blown away! Come on, California is right next door, it's impossible that you haven't been to Houston at least once" Diane tried hard to pretend that she understood what he was saying and that she hadn't been distracted during the whole beginning, but she didn't manage to avoid interrupting herself to say: “... You seem so different, Mr Peanutbutter.”

 As always, it was difficult to translate her thoughts into words, however, that didn't stop the other from giving her a small smile:

 "I've been to Houston several times, just never this early and... Here" He seemed slightly shyer while answering, lifting his shoulders and tilting his head.

 "Never been here outside of a plane or car, is what you mean."

 "You seem different too, Diane."

 The uncomfortable silence that fell between the two of them almost worried her. Maybe that's where it started: the guilt. The way he looked at her, his eyes practically glowing, disguising something she didn't understand.

Fortunately, this moment was broken by Mr Peanutbutter's inability to remain silent for more than 20 seconds:

 "Let's get going!?" Without even waiting for an answer, he tightened his hand around the suitcase that was beside him, dragging it when he started walking. "I can't wait to see everything here! Where is Starbucks? Ah, my hotel too! What's in all those skyscrapers? I still can't get over that part!"

 "Wow.... You and Guy are going to get along so well. He loves going out and just looking at the buildings. It's his ideal date idea” Diane smiled as she remembered how many times he'd taken her down those exact same streets, only to see the same buildings that looked exactly the same.

  "Oh, Guy!" Mr Peanutbutter dramatically dropped his body weight, letting his head fall back. "You have no idea how much I look forward to meeting the man who stole my best friend's heart!"

 His sincerity brought a smile to Diane's lips. She looked away and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she concluded:

 "I'm excited too."

When she got the message from her ex-husband a week ago, she genuinely thought the whole situation was going to be a little awkward. According to himself, he had just joined a new project - "but the contract doesn't let me tell anyone yet", he said before giving several details about the film - which would have its beginning shot exactly in Houston. It seemed like he was just commenting on the coincidence with her, but the truth was, the two of them rarely texted each other those days. Diane quickly read between the lines, innocently saying they could meet so she could introduce him to the city and... Well, she still thought it would be uncomfortable.

 However, now she and Mr. Peanutbutter were crossing the street, the sun passing through the buildings and leaving everything with that slightly cold and comfortable color of the beginning of a day. They talked and laughed, updating each other on the last few years - Mr Peanutbutter would talk about how amazing it was to share the mansion with BoJack; Diane would talk about her new home; Guy and Sonny; her book series; and how well she was doing. The two apparently haven't lost the connection they once had. She almost forgot how easy it was to talk to him, and at that moment, it was as if they hadn't seen each other for just a few days. Maybe they didn't seem as different as they thought.

 When the guilt found its usual place inside her chest, Diane knew the feeling was there to stay.

•∆•

 She was wrong again and it didn't make anything any better.

 They found Guy nearly an hour and a half later, which was when he was free for the rest of Saturday. Part of her thought it would also be a bad idea to introduce her ex-husband to her current one… For obvious reasons. She was afraid of making Guy insecure or Mr. Peanutbutter sad. It had taken her many, many months to just open up to her husband about how her old relationship had been like. Something about it all just didn't fit in her head, like there was something wrong.

 But there she was, Diane fooled again, unable to read a situation well!

 And there were Guy and Mr. Peanutbutter, walking as if they already knew each other, talking and pointing at the damn skyscrapers. Guy put his arm around Diane's waist, keeping her close. Mr Peanutbutter was wagging his tail and gesticulating with his free from the suitcase hand, completely at ease.

 None of that made the situation any better, like she said. Of course. The guilt doubled and commanded her to flee…or to freeze. Whichever came first.

 All those years of therapy never made the bad feelings and insecurities stop. But they helped her to control herself and to smile as if she had nothing wrong with her.

 She suspected she'd learned that herself, though.

 "Hm, I think it's here! It looks like the photo" Mr Peanutbutter muttered as they arrived at a specific building. Diane craned her neck so she could see the cell phone the dog was holding, comparing the photo with the view in front of her. Both looked like a slightly old-fashioned mansion, with details carved into their mostly white structure.

 "It's on the same street as the website, that's it" She confirmed, still moving her gaze from the hotel to the photo and vice versa.

 "I didn't know this was a hotel" Guy commented by raising an eyebrow. "I thought it was one of those haunted mansions they have all over town and nobody talks about, for some reason.

 "I know, right!? "Mr Peanubutter's ears pricked up. "Inside? One of the most beautiful places I've ever seen, check it out! But on the outside, I feel like I'm about to enter a sequel to The Shining!

 "Why are you making so many references to horror movies today?" Diane couldn't help but ask.

 "Ah, I thought it would be good to open horizons for genres that I didn't used to watch that much and I'm actually enjoying it?"

 Damn it! She regretted the question, her mind framing the next few seconds an instant before they happened.

 "That's great, Mr Peanutbutter!" Guy could barely contain his excitement. "I'm a horror movie lover myself, I used to collect DVDs when I was younger!"

 "Have you watched Nosferatu of 1922? Do you believe that no streaming has this movie? I looked everywhere and! I! Can't! Find! It!"

 "Are you kidding? My father gave me a copy for one of my birthdays. I have it at home!"

 "Really?"

 "Do you want to stop by tonight so we can watch it? Yeah, I think that's a good idea!"

 "Can I really have the honor of visiting your home now? Wow, I would love to."

 "What? Of course! Having a Hollywoob star in my house has always been a personal dream of mine, y'know?"

 Automatically, they both started to stare at Diane, as if waiting for a confirmation. Her already tight heart sped up, leaving her confused about what to feel. Part of her was dying to know what would happen. The other, more sensible one, knew it was a recipe for disaster and guilt. She was never one for superstition, however, this one came almost as an omen. Would it be worse if everything went right or wrong? Which one would make her feel less like crap?

 They expected an answer.

 Diane almost froze in the middle of her trillion thoughts.

 She wanted to run away. But of course Diane would run. It was what the old Diane always did.

 That's why she replied:

 "After 08:00 pm I'm free!"

 Mr Peanutbutter's tail didn't stop wagging after that. Not even when they said goodbye and he walked into his haunted hotel. Diane let out her breath, but the tension remained. She still didn't know why.

 Guy smiled and gave her a lingering kiss on the cheek, putting his arm around her neck to guide her back to the walk:

 "I have to admit, babe, you have good taste in men!"

 "You're flirting with my ex-husband... Is that what's going on?" Diane opened a sarcastic smile, making it clear that she was not serious.

 "What? None of that! I'm flirting with myself!"

 It made Diane laugh and feel lighter. She surreptitiously hugged Guy closer, as he always managed to make her feel better.

 The problem was herself.

•∆•

 "Hm, how was your mansion there in California?" Guy asked as if he didn't want anything. He always used this same tactic when he wanted to know more about her old life, since Diane hardly liked to talk about that time. Something about bad memories and guilt, y'know?

 She looked up from her laptop to him, who was sitting on the couch parallel to hers. Guy only watched TV before that, beer bottle in hand. Now he was looking at her with that small smile and twinkling eyes, probably trying to win her over for an answer.

 Diane sighed, as he had succeeded:

 "I didn't just live in mansions there. First I lived in a small and dirty apartment... Then in the mansion! So I went to another small, dirty apartment."

 "Yeah, I more or less remember that part."

 "Hmmm it was weird. But I liked it."

 "The small and dirty apartments or the mansion?"

 "The mansion."

 Yeah, it was true. On a certain level it was. One of the problems Diane had to deal with all her life was getting used to change. Even the little ones bothered her. So it was possible to imagine how, suddenly, living in a house seven times the size of the previous one - with a celebrity - had affected her. Diane could barely feel at ease. It was like she was an invader, far away from her natural habitat. She found the mansion too big and too empty, realizing how there weren't enough people for that space. It was just Mr. Peanutbutter, Diane, and various things that didn't belong to her. She usually got lost all the way to the kitchen and didn't know how to get back to her room.

 Part of her was afraid she would never get used to it at all.

 However, Mr Peanutbutter was the part that made her resist a little longer. The dog handled everything in a calm and even humorous way, waiting for her to get used to it in her own time. He came looking in the middle of the night when she took too long, lost... but that's how she found the roof. Unlike everything else in the house, this one became her place. She could breathe or smoke, taking time to herself. Mr Peanutbutter joked that she must have had several cats as her ancestors, as she just loved to be up high and watch the stars.

 It was one of the only things Mr Peanutbutter automatically understood about her, always leaving her alone when she went up there.

 Looking at the situation with the brain she had now, she could understand her ex-husband a little more. Maybe his fear of her just giving up on him had been there since that beginning. It gave new meaning to jokes and patience from him, internally nervous that she might never fit in. In this she could empathize, even though she already knew how it all ended.

 Despite all the initial problems, Diane was amused to think how seeing the place as home slowly dawned on her. She would come home from work exhausted, automatically kicking off her boots in the entryway and heading straight for the sofa, where Mr. Peanutbutter was waiting for her and they would both watch a movie until they fell asleep, Diane laying her head on his lap to receive caress. Her things were spread around the house, her laptop and books were the common things to find on top of the tables. They turned a room into her office. Even though most of it still obviously belonged to Mr Peanutbutter - like all the decor, furniture and dog toys - he also printed several pictures he took of her, plastered on the walls right next to his.

 That house became as much of Diane's as she allowed at the moment, and she was grateful for that. She was sure there were plenty of uncomfortable and bad moments in there, but the trick of nostalgia was to make the good ones the first to pop into her mind.

 Oh, if only she could explain all these feelings to Guy...

 "It was similar to when I first started living with you, I guess" then Diane shrugged, trying the best way she could find. "It was kind of uncomfortable... But I wanted to get used to it, so I did!"

 "Yeah, I remember," Guy chuckled, already getting ready to get up from the couch. "Don't get me wrong, honey, but it really took a little while for you to get used to it."

 "I'm like that with everything."

 She had her suspicions that this was a bit of a touchy subject for Guy. When they started living together, he constantly corrected her every time she called their home "his house". They had that same conversation several times, Diane not liking how much it reminded her of her life with Mr. Peanutbutter and becoming even more reluctant.

The environment she lived in Chicago, despite the extreme cold, was comfortable in an easy way that her mind was not prepared for. Guy's house was a lot bigger than her dirty apartments, but definitely smaller than the mansion in Los Angeles. Diane was a particular fan of the kitchen: something between the dark window, the plants and the decor made her feel at ease there. She used to bring her laptop so she could write on that table, finding it amusing how the closest thing she ever had to a home was actually a kitchen.

 Until Houston happened.

 She had to let go of her comfort zone, because she really wanted things to work out this time... I mean, she already believed that it had already worked out with Guy. He never failed to make her feel comfortable and safe, even in the small things. So she allowed him to make this new house her home too. Diane's office was one of the first rooms they planned. She even picked out some furniture and made suggestions for the decor. Anyone who entered there could see the mixture of both.

 Even now she couldn't help but glance at the various framed portraits they kept in the room, with all of Guy's family included… Diane being present in most of them. She was surprised by how happy she looked in the photos. And she was even more surprised at how genuine it was.

 She wondered if the old Diane would be proud of how much she had changed.

 "What does Mr Peanutbutter like to eat? Do you remember?" That's what Guy asked as he stood up, stretching with will and finishing drinking the rest of the beer. "To tell you the truth, I'm never sure what people eat watching a movie."

 "Popcorn is too obvious as an answer" Diane replied, taking the question more seriously than she realized. "I think another kind of snack would be better... Do we still have Doritos?

 "I'm going to the kitchen to check" He took a few steps forward, but stopped to continue. "Soda or beer? I vote for beer!

 "Of course you do... Two votes then."

 "Excellent! Do you think he'll like Kit Cat?"

 "Guy...."

 "Oh, right. Chocolate. Dog. I forgot."

 As Guy walked through the doorway into the hall, Diane closed her laptop with her fingertips and took a deep breath.

 She would be all right!

 Why wouldn't she?

 Yes, she would!

 No worries.

 Stop thinking about it, Diane.

 Diane, stop!

 After checking that it was half an hour before 8:00 pm, she realized that she wasn't sure what to do. She took a quick look at the outfit she was wearing: her signature pink sweatpants and a pale yellow tank top. She even thought about wearing something more formal, but she couldn't feel the need when it came to Mr. Peanutbutter. He was more than used to seeing her for years at any time of the day and in all kinds of clothes... often without any at all.

 Diane, what's your problem!?

 She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and walked into the kitchen then. Unfortunately, Guy was already doing pretty well on his own, expending all his skills to get Doritos and Ruffles into the bowls in an orderly fashion. She knew he knew all about his old, expensive beers and she couldn't wait to hear him explain about it when Mr. Peanutbutter arrived.

 She walked around the house. She did nothing. She glanced at the watch several times and consequently made time pass even more slowly.

 In the end, she and Guy ended up in the same place they started, only difference being them sharing the same couch.

 To avoid an extreme urge to grab a Doritos too soon - and just wanting to stop thinking -, she settled her head on Guy's shoulder and let his fingers in her hair lighten her body. It had worked so well that she jumped when she heard the doorbell ring.

 It was exactly 08:00 pm and come on, Mr Peanutbutter was still so punctual? She figured she still had a few minutes to prepare, or that she'd accidentally sent him the wrong address... Or that he just wasn't going to come.

 Would she even rather he hadn't come? Her anxiety said yes. She, in fact, did not. One thing she also learned was that she could hardly lie to herself for very long. If something made her heart beat as hard as it did now, it could only mean that she cared.

 She only moved when inevitably she had to pull her head away from Guy's shoulder, who decided to go answer the door, since his wife had stopped working. Diane got up right after him, even so, just standing in front of the couch like a game NPC.

 You're not like that, Diane!

 What is wrong?

 Are you 12 years old by any chance?

 Getting nervous about seeing your ex-husband?

 About seeing Mr Peanutbutter?

 She thought time would make things easier, however, it had been the opposite.

 She snapped back to reality as soon as Guy opened the door, her brain still not used to seeing him and Mr. Peanutbutter interacting so naturally. Stepping back, Guy allowed the dog to enter at last.

  Mr Peanutbutter was dressed as he had been earlier - his usual: V-neck shirt and sweatpants. The only change was that now he was also wearing a colorful blue coat, which indicated that it must've been colder outside than inside, judging that it had already gotten dark.

 "Hi, Diane, hi!" He waved with one hand, and only then did she notice that his other arm was occupied by a package he was holding. It was a... plant? Mr Peanutbutter followed her gaze. "To say thank you, I brought this! It's not much, but Diane told me that you like plants and that you had some at home.” He had turned to Guy when he said that last part.

 "Serious? Oh! Thank you!" Guy finished locking the door and opened a smile. "They're in the kitchen... This one will fit well, it's so beautiful!"

 "It's a... It's a, what's it called? No, wait, I decorated it. Aglaonema! I have no idea what it means, but I also thought it was beautiful. It is kinda pink!"

 Diane barely paid attention to what was being said, her mind still stuck on the dog's first line.

 "Did you remember me saying that?" She tilted her head. "Who are you and what did you do with Mr. Peanutbutter!?"

 Obviously she'd said it as a joke but, as soon as the words left her mouth…she realized she just sounded cruel. Mr Peanutbutter gripped the potted plant a little tighter, laughing awkwardly. Even Guy stared at her with an enigmatic expression - but that couldn't mean any good.

 "It's beautiful, Mr Peanutbutter, thank you very much!" Diane concluded this way, trying to undo her mistake.

 Fortunately, the dog's attention quickly shifted elsewhere:

 "Beautiful is this house of yours! Did I just walk into the Devil Wears Prada? Because this decoration is worthy of an award!"

 Diane had never watched this film before and imagined he hadn't either... But she appreciated his effort to improvise.

 "The place is not very big, but it makes up for it in beauty" Guy shrugged, already starting to walk closer to the sofa, where Diane was still. "I always wanted to own a house with brick walls, and our room has a balcony!"

 "Ohhhhh" Mr Peanutbutter was wagging his tail from side to side, his gaze moving to every inch of the living room.

 Diane pretended not to notice how much he paid attention to the paintings—it was her favorite part there, too.

  The rest of the night passed in a blur as her brain could barely focus on anything. It was one of those days she just... wasn't there. She was nowhere to be found. The three went to the sofa, talked a little. Mr Peanutbutter still had a lot of questions and ended up learning the bare minimum of their relationship. Diane even responded, telling and reminiscing - with a warm heart - of her early days with Guy. Everything seemed so peaceful. So right. She just wanted her mind to be there as much as she was.

 The fact that they were watching a black and white movie about a bat didn't help either, she had to admit. It was nearly impossible to get her attention, her view flickering between Mr. Peanutbutter and Guy, watching them eat and comment on the movie.

 Yeah, part of her was right. Interacting with the two of them was really strange.

 Or was it weird just how it wasn't weird?

 Did she want it to be weird?

 Did she want everything to go wrong and have a real reason for guilt?

 That way, without nothing, she knew the problem was only her.

 Diane sighed. She got a Doritos. She rested her head on the couch.

 Maybe she was just nervous about how nostalgic the situation was.  Unconsciously, he remembered all the movie nights he had spent there in California. She ended up falling asleep every time, it was an inside joke between the two: how much she never managed to finish a single movie. She only regained consciousness when she felt Mr Peanutbutter lifting her off the couch, calmly carrying her to the bed and holding her until he fell asleep too.

 At the same time, the first few days in their new home in Houston came to mind. Guy was proud of how big the new TV was, and Diane couldn't resist staying up late watching anything with him. She never cared what they watched, just lying in his lap and enjoying the feeling of him stroking her hair. The room had a huge window, every now and then Diane would turn her head and peek through, oddly reflecting how pleased she was with her new life.

 The mix between these two good memories, however, only made her feel bad.

 What did her mind mean by that? What are you thinking, Diane?

 She got another Doritos. Mr Peanutbutter laughed out loud at something Guy had mentioned. That sight made Diane smile.

•∆•

 The house without Mr. Peanutbutter felt silent and empty now, even though he'd only been there for one night.

 Diane put the water bottle in the fridge, her thousand thoughts exhausting her and leaving her thinking, in the end, of nothing.

 She just wanted to go to sleep.

 Fortunately, she could hear Guy going to bed in the next room. All she wanted the most was to stay beside him, bury her face in his fur and realize that everything was still okay. Everything would be fine. It was something Guy was good at doing, as if his presence brought comfort in any possible situation. She knew that was one of the reasons she was so much better today, even if she didn't want to take credit for herself either.

 She slowly opened the door to her room, closing it behind her. Diane didn't think much. Thinking would only make her regret it before she even did anything. So instead, she approached the bed with light steps, sneaking under the covers until she was close enough to Guy. This one barely had time to turn to her, Diane burying her face in the back of his neck right away. So he just relaxed, allowing her to envelop him in a warm, tight hug.

 "Have I told you that I love you very, very much and that I appreciate every second I spend with you?" Diane murmured quickly, having some difficulty with how much her voice was muffled by all that fur he had.

 "Well, you used to demonstrate that quite often, yes" Guy nodded, his voice already coming out lazy from sleep. "I really love you, too but... Any other reason for this all of a sudden?"

 "What is this relationship that I can no longer spontaneously declare myself to my own husband?"

 "I never said you couldn't!"

 Diane sighed, realizing that she couldn't hide behind jokes anymore—which, apparently, only she understood as jokes:

 "You had every reason in the world not to agree with any of this. Thank you for taking such good care of him and being so nice... Mr Peanutbutter is not a bad person."

 "Is it this!? I know he's not! I was nice because I genuinely liked him."

 Diane sank deeper into the nape of his neck, planting a small kiss there:

 "You handled it a lot better than I could."

 "It wasn't difficult," Guy laughed, half sarcastic, half serious. "Do I look like someone insecure to you?"

 "Ehrrrrr..."

 "You can't use anything I said when drunk as an argument!"

  "Hmmmmm...."

  "Or anything I said after 11:00 pm!"

  "Okay, I'll let you win this time."

  "I trust you."

 Abruptly, Guy shifted, the sudden movement causing Diane to let out a quick, thin scream. It turned into a laugh when it was his turn to pull her into a hug, placing several kisses scattered across her face.

 "You're drooling on me!” Diane pretended to complain, her humorous tone betraying her speech.

 "Stop being so attractive and irresistible then!"

 This took them to kiss each other for a few minutes, until sleep reached both of them and Guy ended up lying with his back on the bed - from living together, she knew that was the most comfortable position for him, since his horns always complicated everything.

 Diane felt his breath. She had her head resting on his chest, which went down and up. She was quite relaxing. Diane almost felt relaxed. It was one of those moments when she loved another person so much that her body felt numb.

 Guy was one of the best things that had ever happened to her.

 That she could never deny, the guilt being there or not.

 Damn it!

 She had almost forgotten!

 Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

 No... She wouldn't blame herself. It was a loop that the old Diane was more than used to. None of it would work or make her better, no matter how angry she felt at her own feelings.

 So she focused on Guy once more. It could be cheesy, but he was her safe haven most of the time. Even almost asleep, he ran his fingers through her hair, comforting her.

 Diane smiled at it.

 She woke up earlier than usual the next morning. To her it was always like that, either too late or too soon.

 The blanket was more on the floor than on her body, and Guy had let go of her in the middle of the night, now facing the wall, his back to her. Diane yawned and it took a few more minutes for her to become truly conscious, her mind being in that strange state where no thoughts made sense, reality blending in with the rest of the dream. As her husband was a nerd for that sort of thing, - okay, she was also a little - she knew that middle ground was called the Twilight Zone.

 Another yawn escaped her as she reached for her cell phone on top of the cupboard, unplugging it from the charger.

 She was grateful that she was still so groggy when she noticed that she had a new message.

 It was from Mr Peanutbutter.

 She clicked before she even had time to think. She knew exactly the way the dog wrote, full of emojis and exclamation points.

 However, this time there were only a few lines of text:

  "Good morning, sunshine! Thank you for yesterday, I loved coming to your house

   I have to admit I was nervous about things getting awkward between us."

 What the fuck did he mean by that?

 Damn Twilight Zone and its power to make her so dumb and slow!

 Diane yawned yet again. She realized that she did this when she wanted to pretend she wasn’t nervous. She then went back to bed, trying to sleep again.

 She already missed when all she felt was just guilt. Not this other feeling that she was also quite used to.

(NOTE: Over the last few weeks, I've been slowly rediscovering my love for writing. It's been comforting!

 This was initially supposed to be a oneshot, but it would be huge so I thought it’s best to separate it into smaller chapters,,, in my head, there will be 3! But you never know when it comes to me.

 Oddly my favorite part so far is writing Guy's lines, I have so much love for him inside of me)

[incarnateirony]

OH WAIT I KNOW WHAT PART OF THE M&G HE'S ON ABOUT

THE "NO ITS A HEAVEN OUTFIT"

BRO YOU THINK THAT CHICK WAS MINE??? SDFJSDKFJSDFJSKDFJSDKFJ NO STUPID. Last I heard the hellers in that greet didn't seem confident and posed If questions. You know. Heard, from your drunk friend. There's no If from me, dude. I wouldn't send in a heller to ask an If. It'd be "Have you discussed what it looks like?" because 1) I know the answer is yes for a fact and 2) even if magically everything else i had was suddenly fake after being accurate and true and real this long, their reactions would give away a No, but it avoids an offramp distraction. 3) seriously this fandom sucks at questions.

Yes dude. It's a heaven outfit. If you thought I said he's in purgatory, you're hallucinating. He's on the axis mundi. I've said it a thousand times. I even made it my banner before the show aired by collecting all the axis mundi shots. Are you fucking stupid or psychopathic? Do you even understand the chart I've been reblogging or does your brain end at "DUR HUR HEAVEN IN THE SKY"

would be super funny if charts were even mentioned. and were publicly traded with an author months before that right after draft submissions. And then when they started shooting Robbie drew jensen a chart for a new idea. But we'll nevermind that. Motherfucker, do you even UNDERSTAND the subject you're trying to talk about?

Do you even understand why your hysterical shrill shrieking about the reshoots was so genuinely clench-my-ass-so-i-don't-piss-laughing hilarious?

It took me a minute because I literally had to go through my notes to figure out what this dumbfuck was on about like 1) who he thinks is mine 2) what counted as "arguing" with Jensen 3) what this moron thinks I said or didn't say or think or whatever--- and I went "holy fuck this motherfucker got his own brain bent on the purgatory outfit and doesn't understand jensen's heaven comment either and doesn't get that we all exploded with joy when he told you dumbfucks where it is."

But apparently there's so much dumb in your fuck that you somehow imagined that made you win somehow, because you hallucinate what other people say or believe to tell yourself you won something. Holy fuck. It's like a toddler that can spell efficiently. But not read.

Apparently 2po thinks I sent in some uncertain "is jensen gonna do destiel?" person into a M&G that thought it was purgatory, even though my blog is all about axis mundi, heaven, debranding your view of heaven from chuck's heaven, the functions of the mundi--like damn, you thick ass bastard I've even been reblogging my old meta about this, how are you fucking this up you loser. LEARN TO READ, JESUS FUCK.

Remember that meta of mine you got shrill about and called cult and trying to convert people? (x) (x) (x) Remember how I wrote an entire fanfic series about this? You know, Dean in heaven on a foggy road looking at different memories or worlds, depending which chapter you're in? (x) Or those teakettle noises you made about my Castiel's Uterus meme? (x) Which we've pointed out the relation to the Akrida? Because it's fucking heaven? And it's literally a joke about Castiel's Uterus as the new garden? (x) Like dude how can you fuck up this bad on things that even the most cursory glance at my blog, OR THE THINGS YOU HAVE HISTORICALLY MADE SHRILL NOISES ABOUT ON MY BLOG, and then expect ANYONE to believe your shit.

Here's a hint, chucklefuck: The Da'as shit I've been posting is basically a shadow version of Keth- wait lemme use small words so you don't melt to witch powers: DEAN IN HEAVEN BASEMENT FOR SAD PEOPLE. HEAVEN CLOSET, YOU MAY EVEN SAY. PLACE THAT LETS YOU THINK LOTS AND ACCESS KNOWLEDGE. ...word too big? LETS YOU THINK BIG THOUGHTS.

[rex101111]

I'd love to see some commentary on Swipes of Sword and Fan, I'm curious when it comes to more variety-type fics where the inspiration for different chapters comes from and the like. And here's a ⭐ for anything you'd like to talk about in general about whatever!

Thank you!! Looking back im actually pretty proud of this little collection im slowly building up, though to be honest I didn't give it too much thought when I started.

It started out as a bit of a joke, the first chapter was basically just me posting one of the drabbles I sometimes write when somebody sends me a quick description. I just rolled with the premise while staying as close to those two crazy criminals as I could. I posted it as the first chapter of a "collection" half jokingly as an affectionate jab at a trend in fanfiction that is kinda dead these days but was damn near impossible to avoid just a few years back.

People taking an entire prompts list, anywhere from thirty to a hundred, and using that to make a chronologically loose collection of stories based entirely around one ship or group. A select few went the distance and did the whole bunch, but most of them stopped at around the 15 mark. Which is plenty impressive, sure, but it always struck me as evidence that fanfic writers have an awful little habit of biting off more than they can chew.

A habit I'm sure long time readers of my work will no doubt know that I share. The amount of times I said "IM GONNA MAKE A LONG FIC OUTTA THIS ONE JUST YOU WATCH" to myself only to get distracted later on by scheduling issues or just getting attached to another idea... Ah well.

So, yeah, I posted that first chapter as a bit of a jab at myself "oh yeah sure im going to make a collection out of this, the whole nine yards!...probably gonna make it an even 30, be surprised if it hits 15", and the first few chapters came to me like lightning. Since I established the setting in the summary, I pretty much gave myself the freedom to make any story I wanted so long as it was in that very vaguely defined period of time.

Any story. Any at all. Whatever weird idea came to my head with these two that I could fit on two-three pages. I kinda went nuts. Most chapters were born from a quick idea I had like "hey so what if anji got jealous?" or "how do they deal with bounties anyway?" and others I had to really sit with like "...what were Baiken's parents like?" or "tying shoes must be a pain in the ass" or "oh hey what if Anji actually did feel guilty and afraid of his actions hurting the one person he cared about" and so on.

It's gotten to the point where I'm actually fairly certain I will hit that 30 chapter mark at some point. I'm not putting myself on any time line, I just post whenever I have a suitably dense and short story I wanna add. And boom.

and im gonna use the star as a chance to rant a little about how petty I personally can be about comments. First off, I love getting any kinda comment at all, if its a simple "OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS" or something along those lines, I will gobble it up like its delicious because it is.

But! Personally speaking if you really wanna make me happy as a writer, I really REALLY like those comments that pick a sentence or a segment and go "OH I REALLY LIKE THIS PART HERE'S A QUICK RANT WHY". Been this way since I wrote weird OC shit on DeviantArt back in the day, craving that very specific "you did good" validation.

Seriously tho, if a reader doesn't have it in them to write a Formal Review of my fanfic I'm not gonna hold it against them. I probably won't answer because I'm honestly genuinely awkward like that. But the dopamine shot of "Comment on AO3" lasts longer if the comment is also longer, you know? I've read comments that made me dance in place and pump my fists like I won a marathon. that shit rocks and readers who take the time to indulge my need for overly specific praise are a treasure.

[subzeroiceskater]

Let's make things worse

I know there is something irrevocably wrong and fucked up with me because most people would receive a comment like this and be ecstatic.

I got this comment and had a meltdown.

The part where just before Ballade gets escorted to the lord's court/castle is one my favorites because it's one of the funniest scenes in the whole story--because it happens exactly like in the original. Shadow Man's final fate is actually alluded to but I don't blame anyone not picking it up because who literally would notice.

It's the wording that got me. Really, "part of me"? Does the rest of you not want to read the story?

I know I'm coming off crazy and my meltdown is partly borne from my mental anguish just tearing myself over this but it's this: I didn't get a kudos from this person on this work. Absolute insane reaction, right? But here's the stickler for me, I got a kudos from the same person on another recently posted work and it drove me fucking insane. If it was just a case of not giving kudos to works, fine, whatever. But you're really telling you'd find a joke concept sketch idea more praiseworthy than a completed short comic based on a gift I did personally for you?

I really tried to keep it together but this comment came in right in the middle of the holidays and I was fucking full of doubts and tearing myself over my Yuletide story. I thought of just asking "hey, why didn't you leave a kudos on this work but left on that joke idea one"? Like, what would the point be? Would have I gotten a kudos then, would I really been happy with that? It'd feel like a pity "like" given as a literal consolation prize. Or the other way: my past interactions with this person had been pretty brief but also blunt. If she had answered along the lines, "well I reserve my kudos for things I really like and I didn't feel giving it to this work", what would I have said to that?

I thought of just leaving it alone but then I'd have to scroll down to see that work, the sole comment and the embarrassingly pathetic kudo-less every time. I just deleted the whole fucking thing and shut off the comments to all my other works. I'd shut off the ability to give kudos if I could. Getting a script to turn off numbers won't work because I usually browse when I'm not logged in and whenever I log in and I'd notice anyway whever I log in anyway.

All this time, I've been waiting for someone to tell me, something, especially on my contest entries, waiting for someone who isn't obliged to say something nice about it, to say "hey I want to read more". More than a year of waiting this is the only comment I'd received. A03 and fanfiction/fandom as a whole is suffering from comment/engagment/whatever drought so it's not like I'm unique but I keep seeing all these signs and proof from the past year proving that there's just bad and rotten or whatever I'm getting tired of writing this. What would be the point of putting all this shit anyway? Because, unfortunately, I still want to read Tundra fanfics. I keep reading these cool fanfics from other (popular) fandoms and I keep wanting, still! after all these fucking years! I want those kind of stories but with Tundra and the characters I love (but not as much as Tundra).

Like I said, a normal person would've been happy to get a comment like this. Unfortunately, I'm insane.

[waspsinyouryard]

I’m curious how everyone’s year was so please tell me what you favourite ----- from this year was! Answer as many or as few as you want! (Feel free to send this to other people and change it if you want)

Favourite Movie/Show you watched: 

Favourite Album you listened to:

Favourite thing you learned: 

Favourite book/comic: 

Favourite project you completed: 

Best impulse purchase?

Funniest joke you heard?

Strangest building you went in?

New food you discovered?

Most memorable conversation?

Prettiest sunset?

Favourite new outfit?

What are you proud of this year?

Favourite Memory from this year: 

Anything you would change? 

Anything you’re looking forwards to in the new year?

~Gumi

I'm going to try and answer all of these but I can already tell that some of these are going to be difficult:

1. Favorite movie/show

I don't really watch movies out of my own volition and I'm like the one Tumblr user who doesn't watch TV shows (and my memory is bad, so I could also be forgetting something) so my options are very limited:

The FNAF movie (which was laughably terrible)

Stranger than Fiction (a 2006 movie that was just. not good. I didn't like it.)

Rio 2 (a kid sitting next to me for a substantial amount of time was watching it and I could hear the audio)

Out of those options I'd probably have to say the FNAF movie was my favorite because it was bad in a funny way and also recency bias.

2. Favorite Album

My music consumption is almost exclusively video game soundtracks and I haven't really found any games to love the soundtrack of recently anyways so

3. Favorite thing I've learned

I can't think of any one piece of knowledge that stands out as my favorite. I'm just happy to know things tbh

4. Favorite Book/Comic

I read quite a few books (mostly the Warriors series, near the beginning of the year) but my favorite probably still has to be Love and Limerence by Dorothy Tennov. I reread it this year so it counts.

5. Favorite project I completed

Probably this ridiculous 14k word Wings of Fire fanfiction where the world ends tbh. It's kinda very rough, but I had a blast making it.

6. Best impulse purchase

A greenish-blue Hawaiian shirt

7. Funniest joke

Unironically this

Leave the poor woman alone :(

8. Strangest building

Probably the church I took those photos in tbh. I get that it's not that strange overall but it was for me

9. Best new food

I can't think of any new food, but I did discover that French fries and (to an admittedly lesser degree) saltine crackers make surprisingly good additions to toppings and/or fillings.

10. Most memorable conversation

This one's memorable in a bad way.

Essentially, it was a conversation between myself and a friend about a Minecraft server we were on where said friend told me that I managed to piss off every single other member of the server. Of course I was a bit distraught about this, and I decided that I just wouldn't play on it anymore. Before that I was basically the most active member by far.

The reason I remember it so well is because I'm still so baffled about why what I did (kill the Ender Dragon on the first day of a new world (after rules regarding doing so were specifically abolished) and kill the Wither like a week later) enraged these people so much that they called for my friend to ban me (he didn't, btw).

11. Prettiest sunset

All of them. Unless I'm trying to go west and the sun is shining in my eyes.

12. Favorite new outfit

The Hawaiian shirt I mentioned previously.

13. Things I'm proud of

Here's a list, not in any sort of order:

Writing that fanfic I mentioned earlier

Figuring out Tumblr API stuff so I could improve @postsofbabel. And I guess it in general.

My progress on a new fanfic set in the Warriors world, where being sold to 1D is a major plot point.

Surviving, tbh

14. Favorite memory

uh

15. Anything I would change

I would change a lot about 2023, but I simply do not think I would have the ability enact a lot of these changes if I could go back through this year again.

16. Anything I'm looking forward to

World of Goo 2. Probably more that I can't think of at the moment but World of Goo is excellent

[cemoras27]

small vent about my school experience

this was brought on by reading a little ficlet that happened to hit EXTREAMLY CLOSE to home for me. Im afab living in the midwest in a small town, however the town I live in is NOT my hometown. so everyone in my graduating class had known eachother from diapers basicly. in fact when I did an internship thing at the public library(necessary to graduate) and the directer/woman in charge who was also from out of town agreed that we were called 'transplants'. I have lived here since I was 8. 11 years I have lived here and still don't feel welcomed

in the 8th grade I was in band and at the end of the year the teacher had decided to reveal what the words she had given us at the begining of the year was for. she called out a name and the first person to answer had gotten it wrong, ok big deal. HOWEVER WHEN I GOT IT WRONG I WAS OUT FOR THE REST OF THE CLASS. THE FUCKING BOY WASNT OUT AND WHEN I POINTED IT OUT SHE SAID THAT HE WAS OK OR SOMETING ALONG THOSE LINES AND I HAD REALLY LIKED THIS TEACHER BUT THIS FUCKING RUNINED HER IN MY EYES MY FUCKING GOD I JUST WANTED HER TO DIE I KNOW THATS NOT HEALTHY OR NORMAL BUT JUST CHRIST. I REALLY ONLY HAD MY INTELLANGCE FOR MY CONFIDANCE AND IT FELT LIKE SHE ATTACKED ME I DONT KNOW WHY

i hate history classes because of 2 teachers mrs. G and mrs. c. mrs. G was also the typing class teacher and was SUPER PICKY about the positioning of our hands and no joke i had never finished a typing lesson because of her. the only times I finished one was when she had retired the next year. that bitterness carried over to her history classes where she just was so boring. she barely decorated her room too it was shit. I dont know why anyone in the school liked her she was a bitch. So happy she retired wish she had done it sooner.

MRS C WAS SO MUCH WORSE. BITCH HAD 3 LESSONS AND THAT WAS IT NO VARITY JUST WORKSHEET AFTER WORKSHEET AFTER WORKSHEET THE ONLY CHANGE WAS WHEN WE HAD A STUDENT TEACHER AND HE MADE A PLAN. WISH THAT GUY A BRIGHT FUTURE. BUT C JUST FUCKING SUCKED. THEN SHE DECIDED TO LIE TO MY PARENTS AT MY IEP. WHAT THE FUCK.

I READ FANFIC IN CLASS, THIS WAS A KNOWN PROBLEM BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO DO CLASS WORK JUST READ. I WOULD ALSO LISTEN TO MUSIC WHENEVER I COULD. C SAID THAT I HAD A PROBLEM WITH PUTTING MY EARBUDS IN DURING CLASS. LIKE WHEN SHE WAS TALKING AND THAT WAS BLATENTLY FALSE I PUT MY MUSIC ON AFTER SHE WAS DONE TEACHING AND HAD GIVEN US TIME TO WORK CUNT I HOPE SHE DIES SOMEONE TAKE AN AXE TO HER HEAD PLEASE THE WORLD WOULD BE BETTER

now again im afab and i likely have some nurodivergance that has led to a lot of unconscious masking. leading in to what was my biggest pet peeve of people acting dumber than what i know them to be. Notably the boys (one in particular really) and everytime someing stupid came out of his mouth i just wanted to cause bodily and psychological harm to him and his family.

the fic had remined me of a time where mrs C had pulled me into the hallway and told me to call my mom. i didn't want to obviously and this was very public for my sophomore peers to see. i had stomped a little and she told me to stop acting like a child and I just thought about how i never had really gotten a chance to act like a kid when it was appropriate because I was 'so mature for my age' and i just thought back to the guy the got on my nerves. and how he acts like hes fucking ten every day and doesnt get called out for it at all. but i do ONE childish act its stop acting like a kid your too old for that

[purplenoiseinmyhead]

As some of you may know (I'm super intense with this lol haha) I've been writting a fanfic for... 4 months now (I live for that creation wtf 😂).

I want to write here a compilation of facts that sums up everything I wanted to answer to this post by @lokgifsandmusings

This post also complements this one (Post by me. In that post I was talking about... more or less the same thing but at that moment I was teorizing about when they made love for the first time, and in this post I wanna talk about how do I know and most important: why the "gaycation" is the confirmation to it 😂. Just as @lokgifsandmusings was saying)

Write and design this posts take me like 3 hours. No joking. And I don't wanna talk about the hours of investigation. Plus, English is not my native language. If you like it please consider reblogging it too. Thanks 💕 💕.

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Why do I think is 100% accurate that Korra and Asami 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽 got laid 👄👅💦 at least once before Varrick's Wedding? Why the "gaycation" to the Spirit World is the confirmation to it?

☑️ Fact #1:

We have to pay attention at their faces at Varrick's wedding:

I believe we all can agree that they have shared at least one kiss by the way they look at each other.

It is clear that those eyes are telling that they already know what both are feeling towards each other. For me, the confession happened several days before this moment. At least seven days ago. Because if the confession had happened just one or two days, or even three, they would behave more nervous (I think).

You could say this is the only reason why they are looking this way and they didn't had necessary to kiss. But... really? I mean could we really think it is a possibility? These two confessing their feelings and not kissing? Mmmm... nope. It's impossible.

But maybe if someone doubts this, keep reading the next facts:

☑️ Fact #2:

Korra is everything but shy. She's emotional, impulsive and hot headed. Look at the first kiss she ever gave (with Mako). This was her very first kiss for sure. Who else could she ever kissed before? A captain of the White Lotus? An old man? Haha nope. This was the first 100% accurate. And she didn't hesitate a single second:

Maybe she doesn't feel as sensual as Asami but she's confident about herself:

She knows she can attract people easily because she's pretty and sexy. I don't think a person who doesn't feel sexy wears a bodysuit skin tight like the one she's wearing (read more about her bodysuit here).

Now, coming back to the present, since she got back to the city she's been noticing the way Asami looks at her:

Maybe at first Korra didn't understand why she kept looking at her like this but after Asami confessed her feelings Korra understood everything. Asami could be amazing and overwhelmingly beauty but when Korra knows she's absolutely crazy for her, then she can balance the situation. Korra now feels in power, because she can seduce Asami too. This makes her feel even more confident with Asami.

☑️ Fact #3:

Asami is similar to Korra. She's intense, emotional, maybe not so impulsive and more meticulous instead, but she's also very determined. Whatever she wants, she takes it:

This screenshot is from that time when Korra went away from the city after breaking up with Mako. Yeah yeah, you can say this is ugly... Mako and Asami coming back to their relationship without having passed a single week since Korra left.

But I don't think is ugly. It's fun for me because I believe Mako and Asami never knew that the reason they two had a weak relationship was because both had a big crush on Korra since the beginning. (I'll made a post about this and I'll link it here.)

Anyway, the point is what we know about Asami is that when she met Mako on the street she invited him on a date without hesitation. A day after that, they were officially dating. She wanted the boy for her soooo bad...

Time after, Mako left her for Korra. Then Korra and Mako had their relationship and blablah... but then, we arrive to the moment Asami knew that Mako broke up with Korra.

She didn't wait a second to start thinking again in f*cking the boy........!! OMG Asami hahahaha look:

Conclusion: Asami is a h0rny girl hahahha. I love you my queen, Goddess of the Universe Asami Sato, forgive me, but this are facts!

☑️ Fact #4:

So... you have on one side the sexy, hot headed, naughty Avatar and on the other side the h0rny, strategist and unbeliavable sexy-beautiful Asami...

Korra is 21 now. She's the Avatar. Not the Avatar girl that arrived some day to Republic City. No. She's now a respected Avatar. She's grown up. Her parents never get angry with her and let her be free. Plus, they live super far away. They aren't aware of what she could be doing. If she's planning to give her p*ssy to Asami they can't do anything (if they wanted) to stop her. The one that has been a little repressive with her was Tenzin in the past but this has changed completely so... No one is going to say Korra "don't go to the city" or "come soon and sleep in your bed". If the girl wants to hangout till 4 am on the city, she can do it now. No one is gonna tell her a thing.

Plus, Korra is not a v*rgin. Her relationship with Mako lasted 7 months. Do you think a girl and a boy like them in their eighteen phase didn't have sex?? Impossible. Of course they had. At least when they've been in Republic City. Probably they didn't had more since the moment they traveled to the South.

Asami is 22. No parents who tell her what to do or not. She has her own mansion, big enough to slide a little naughty and h0rny morenita Korra inside and no one knowing a sh*t about it. (ok I got excited, sorry 😂).

She has her own car. She rules her calendar and her timmings..... we know Asami's past. She met Mako and she wanted to f*ck the boy in the wink of an eye hehe... 😏

Her relationship with Mako lasted like 2 months. But little time is no problem for Goddess Asami. If she wanted to f*ck the boy, who am I to stop her? 😏

I believe they've met Asami in fall (October, 170 A.G.) and all the Amon thing ended on December (170 A.G). That was the time when Korra started her relationship with Mako and lasted aproximately till June of the next year (171 A.G.) (the Winter Solstice in the South it starts on June the 21th, the day Unalaq asked Korra to open the South's portal).

Anyway, I'm sliding into another analysis LOL xd. The point is, with these two naughty girls... is too easy... too easy that these two wanted to find a moment to be together and let her feelings flow, so:

How can we think this two didn't kiss after they talk about their feelings? No. Of course we can't.

How was the first kiss? Ok, this one probably was 'cute' because they were feeling mostly happy and relieved over the h0rnyness 'cause they finally talked about what have been happening between them and confessed their feelings.

How cute? Maybe like this one:

📝 My Headcanon:

- 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽 The first kiss:

The confession happened just a few days after the portal was created. My bet is that Korra stayed with Asami after Hiroshi's "little and private funeral".

You think Asami didn't said goodbye to her dad? Of course she did. And Korra was by her side all the time. Asami didn't properly cried all the past days because she was trying to be strong. However, after the funeral she was broken.

She cried a lot on Korra's shoulder. They stayed a lot of time hugging till Asami was more calmed down.

After that, Asami kept starring at Korra who was in front of her face, wiping down her tears with the sleeve of her blue coat.

Asami couldn't hold it anymore and kissed Korra. Korra was surprised at first but it was just one second because she was also in love with Asami and she had been thinking about her from time to time. The only reason Korra was used to vanish all those thoughts is because she was convinced of two things:

Asami was hetero (she liked boys) and she was her best friend.

She was feeling needy and craving for love after all the experience she lived. She didn't want the way she needed love start a confussion about the way Asami saw her.

Anyway, this two facts were absolutely destroyed in Korra's mind after Asami kissed her. Korra accepted the kiss. When they finally swept apart they happily talked about their feelings and they ended knowing how silly they've been because both were afraid of losing her best friend.

- 👅 The second kiss.

They are now 21 (Korra) and 22 (Asami) years old. Going back to the facts 2 and 3, can we really think they would stay the next days just holding their hands and kissing like shy people?

Nope.

I think the day of the funeral they didn't talked about some 'important' details about themselves, like "Wtf Asami you didn't tell me you liked girls" and that stuff.

Asami invited Korra on an official date so they could talk more. Asami confessed to Korra she always had known that she liked both men and women. Also she asked Korra if she was bisexual too. Korra answered that she didn't know but maybe she's discovering at this time... thanks to her.

When dinner was over, they payed and left the restaurant. Korra and Asami wanted to kiss again so bad because they were avoiding to kiss in public and the last kiss they had was their first kiss the day before (too much time in lesbian time).

So, they found a safe place in the street and they finally kissed spreading all that contained passion. Imagine a kiss like this one.

Their faces were like in this fan art the sexy @ansdrela made: link

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Anyway, following the story, Korra and Asami were interrupted. Then tried to go to another place to kiss but again were interrupted. Korra was super frustrated, so Asami suggested her if she wanted to go to her house...... and Korra was like....... "Please, ASAP" hahahhaha

You thought Korra would doubt? No!

Now in Asami's place, it happened what everyone knows...

Probably the one that wanted to be soft and calm was Asami, not because she wasn't super h0rny. Of course she was, after kissing Korra on the street for almost an hour and hiding in dark places with her to slide her tongue in Korra's mouth. But she wanted to be soft and calm because Korra was too special for her. Asami's plans changed when Korra asked if three years weren't enough for her. Plus, Korra was rushed because she didn't want to let another Kuvira or Zaheer appear and ruin her life again. She wanted to live that experience with Asami and she wanted her now.

After that first time, they made normal things like every couple does, like brush teeth, pee, have a shower, etc. You probably would think I'm crazy talking about this and what has in common with the main idea.

Well, this is important because you don't suggest to go on a gaycation with your girlfriend and, even worse, to the Spirit world which is mostly a natural place with fields of flowers, herbs, trees and DEFINITELY NOT A BATHROOM... You don't go unless you had previously shared a bathroom with her. You had pee naked with your girlfriend watching and laughing at you 'cause she found your peeing face funny because your p*ssy was still super sensitive and your face is always super descriptive. (Yeah, that's things that happen to Korra 😂). After that you had a shower with her... 🚿

This is it! This is how they started to build a super strong relationship. Korrasami is not a ship, is a battleship. Such a power couple omg...

After that date, they spent the whole week previous to the wedding, finding excuses to kiss, hug, talk, laugh, dirtytalk and cuddlef*ck all the time. 😏

(I dare you to tell me that these are not cuddlef*cker faces hahaha 😂 Plus, don't forget on Ruins of the Empire they gave us this extra picture from that day):

Look at Korra's left hand... Look at Asami's right hand... wait, where is Asami left hand? Omg, maybe on Korra's lap??? She's kissing her or dirtytalking?? Probably both watching Korra's face....

Korra knew that even if they had Asami's massive room with private bathroom when they wanted to be in a private place, they wouldn't have whole days to spend together. She's the Avatar and Asami the Future Industries CEO.

Seemed like if they stayed in Republic City they'd had too little time for the amount of desire they had. That's why she came up with the gaycation together. Luckily, Asami was the one who talked first about needing a vacation... made it easier for Korra to suggest they had to go away together making Kya's gaydar finally detect and confirm a pair of girls having a lesbian relationship. For sure Kya was days before watching things lol hahaha 😂

Long live Korrasami! 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽 💕

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Different anon, but how do you write fluff without making it come off as romantic?

Ooooh, yes. Okay, so first thought here - people will ship what they ship. Don't worry yourself about whether or not other people will 'read into' something, because yeah - they might - but part of putting writing out there for the world is knowing the world might interact with it in a way different than your original plan.

So don't worry too much about whether or not someone can find a flirty or romantic thought in your work you didn't intend. That's okay! That's not a problem, and if it isn't part of your story it will either become clearer to the reader that it isn't, or they will maybe write some fanfic and that's awesome too.

But, for actual advice - look at whether or not your OCs are lingering in what they do. One of the baselines of romantic writing is the knowing gaze, the lingering touch, a blush, feeling shivery and too warm.

Platonic affection tends to have each individual touch linger less, and there's a lot less longing gazes.b

Also - keep the dialogue a little snappy for quicker-paced scenes, allow people to interrupt one another comfortably or to ask questions, need clarification. For slower scenes, give them pauses between answers or an easy silence.

Think about two friends. One may lay with their head on the other's stomach while they talk, but probably won't be kissing their fingers or thinking about how GOOD they smell, etc. (I say probably - honestly one of my best friends wears the best perfume so... Nothing is always/never)

If they cuddle, don't have them overthinking or even thinking about it very much. They hug, they hang out, someone lays their head on someone else's shoulder, but it's not imbued with some secret romantic meaning. It's platonic touch and affection and it is whole and complete as it is.

Good friends often cheerfully tease or rag on one another, so let your dialogue flow naturally. Think about how you are with your closest friends. What are the most common forms of Platonic affection you show?

For me, I would say - my friends and I cook dinner, watch TV, talk about our pets, sit on the couch. Hug at the end of the night, or maybe a couple times during. Mostly, we talk - we argue (good naturedly - think 'arguing' about whether or not I put too much cumin in my cooking) and debate and laugh and refer to old in-jokes that only mean anything to us.

Weave those kinds of interactions into your writing. Dialogue is going to be very important here, to pull back on the romantic potential of the actions your characters undertake.

Write out some basic notes on how you are with your closest friends or family members, then work out how that differs from how you are with romantic interests (for those who don't do romance, you may find looking up romantic couples in literature or movies you like helpful to have a reference to work off of). That will give you a baseline.

Platonic affection involves, generally, less focus on all the senses than romantic affection. We spend a lot less time thinking about what our friend touching our back feels like than we do someone we would like to have touch our backs a lot more often.

[honeybunnybeez]

Did you even...? (ANGST)

♡ Prisoner!c!Dream x GN!Reader, (Mention of past poly!dream team x reader)

♡ Summary: You pay an old friend a visit. You just need to get something off your chest.

This place seemed to be even creepier on the inside than on the outside and stepping foot into the prison gave you immediate chills. You look over to Sam, who strides through the hall with no issue at all. Well, that does make sense, he did build the place after all. He knew the prison like the back of his hand.

He gives you a quick glance before breaking the silence and asking,

"You sure you wanna do this?"

"If I don't do it now, I'll never do it. Might as well take advantage of the situation while it's safe, right?"

He doesn't say anything in response, and while it does leave a slightly awkward tension in the air, you think it's for the best.

After going through the countless safety measures, you finally make it to the bridge.

"Stand back, let the lava wall fall first."

You nod, feeling your chest starting to tighten up from how nervous you're feeling. As the wall falls, you can see a cell in the distance, and in that cell, a very familiar figure.

You start to feel hesitant when you see him and soon you start to rethink your decision as well.

"I-"

"Last chance, (Y/n). Do you want to do this?" Sam asks, his voice now firmer than before. "I won't be able to follow you, but just know that he won't be able to harm you in there."

You take a deep breath and remind yourself once again, now or never. Do it while he can't properly hurt you, while he can't manipulate you, while you still want to give him a piece of your mind. If you don't let it out now you'll regret never taking this chance.

"Y-yeah, I want this. I have to do this."

Sam doesn't say anything else and turns his attention to the many switches on the wall. "Stand on the bridge and hold onto the railings tight. The moment the bridge connects to the cell hop off quick."

You nod and step onto the bridge.

Upon seeing that it truly is you, Dream is quick to walk towards you but the netherite wall stops him from getting too close too soon. You were here, actually here, visiting him. He hasn't see you in ages, not since he left you three and you still look so-

"Dream?"

...you still look so lovely.

Despite his blank look, he seems dead tired and for the first time in a long while, you actually feel sympathetic towards him, but that doesn't mean you were going to go easy on him. No, it's going to take a while before you find yourself comforting him. Though, despite what you tell yourself you still have to hold back from holding him like you used to do.

As the lava falls back down, along with the netherite wall, you let yourself step over that line, approaching closer towards him and he does the same too.

"(Y/n)."

You let out a sigh, a hand covering your face as you try to get your emotions in check. So many things to say but the dull ache you feel is a reminder that you have so little time, but you do know what to start off with. With a deep breath you finally say what you've been dying to tell him,

"You absolute fucking asshole."

You can't help the venom that seep into your voice as you utter those words and Dream can feel his heart break a little as you use that tone with him. This wasn't your usual teasing insults anymore, you were furious and your voice more than shows it.

"All of this, and for what, Dream?" You ask him.

'For power, for absolute control,' a part of him thinks to himself, but he can't find the courage to say it to you. He can't make things worse than it already is.

"I'm sure Sapnap told you, he never could keep his feelings to himself," the way he so casually says it makes you want to slap his mask right off. If only he was there to hear Sapnap claim that Dream never cared about them, how devastating it was to hear those words.

"You're a selfish prick,"

He is, isn't he?

"Such a greedy motherfucker,"

He's come to terms with that a long time ago.

"...An absolute heartbreaking bitch."

...He didn't expect to fall this hard, (Y/n), he didn't know he'd fall in love too.

Tears start to fall as everything grows to be too much from all the sorror and frustration you're letting out with each word you say. You try your best to wipe them away but it's no use. It just hurts. You wish George and Sapnap were here to comfort you, to hug you, but they weren't and you aren't going to simply hug the monster in front of you no matter how much you want to. As much as it hurts you can't find it in you to stop talking just yet though.

"Was what we all had just a joke to you?" You manage to sob out.

He stiffens a bit as his thoughts race. Inside he's begging you to stop, to please don't ask him that question.

"Was it fun? Y'know- stringing me, Sapnap and George along, saying such loving words. Sharing all those gentle kisses and late night giggles. Were those moments just fake to you?"

(Y/n) please.

"Dream,"

What can he say, what do you want him to say? Please, (Y/n) he doesn't know what to say-

"Did you even fucking love us?"

'Yes,' something inside of him screams, the part inside of him that he tried desperately to ignore ever since he left you three. He wants to shout out his answer, wants to hold you close and never let go, but he can't, because he knows damn well he doesn't deserve it and it kills him everytime he thinks about it. He doesn't deserve you and them.

His silence and blank stare breaks your heart, but at the same time, it also... relieves you, to know that you don't have to cling to any false hope. To know that you can just let go knowing nothing between you four were ever real to him.

You let out a hiccup and a shuddering sigh. Unclenching the fists you never knew you were clenching to begin with. You have so much to say, but you think you've finally reached your limit, so you focus on calming yourself, starting to feel foolish for losing it in front of him.

Silence between you two filled the room, with you looking down at the floor refusing to even glance at him and Dream not moving from where he stands, his thoughts fighting with one another as he thinks about what he should do or say.

Before Dream can open his mouth he sees you starting to sway a little bit. You feel yourself starting to grow weaker as your sobbing slowly stops and the dull ache from before is becoming unbearable, and that's when you realize the potion was still in effect. Your time was running out, you have to leave soon.

You accept whats coming, you said your piece, and even though you still feel like shit, a slight weight has been lifted off your chest . You got to meet him, and finally got to say what you wanted, face to face. You feel satisfied, at least for now.

"(Y/n)," his voice starts to sound like a distant echo as your head starts to throb.

"Don't... please don't say anything...," you feel the room start to spin and you're slowly losing your balance.

"(Y/n), please listen-"

"...I can't Dream. I can't-," and with that, you feel your heart stop and see the world around you turn black for just a moment before you wake up on the bed Sam had told you to set your spawn at. Your head is in a daze as you look around to check your surroundings. At that moment, it all felt so surreal, but you knew better than to think it was fake.

"...Fuck," you literally can't find anything else to say, feeling speechless and a little emotional.

"Feel better?" Sam asks as he walks over to check you over.

"Yeah, I think so..." a ping can be heard as your communicator goes off and it's from Sapnap.

You told him you'd be visiting the prison a few hours before but you weren't expecting him to come and pick you up, he even brought Quackity and Karl with him too. It's a pleasant surprise after that whole situation at least.

"Best not to keep them waiting, (Y/n)."

You let out a final hiccup before laughing softly, wiping away the remaining tears from your face.

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Sam."

(Bonus!)

Before your souless body can hit the floor, Dream is quick to catch it and hold it as it starts to slowly fade. He starts to feel some of the tears he's been holding back fall and he doesn't bother to stop them. Instead, he just hugs your body closer to him. It doesn't feel the same with how cold and light it feels, but it's better than nothing.

As your body slowly starts to dissapear, he can't help but whisper out a string of apologies to it, pretending like you three can hear his voice.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

But no matter how hard he pleads, no voices answer back, only the soft flowing of lava and his screaming throughts return to be his only company.

Notes: Hello! Thank you so much for reading this if you did! I haven't written fanfic in ages so I may be hella hecking rusty. I'm also really sorry if this is beyond ooc and dramatic! I'll try to get better as time goes on!

(Requests are open and anon is on!)

[yulin-pop]

hello! I'm here for the matchup event and congratulations on 100+ followers!! 🎉❤️

personality: I'm a little awkward with people im not so close with but I'd try to make some sort of conversation unless it's a mutual/comfortable silence yk? im more outgoing around friends and can be clingy also lol, I'm more onto the physical touch side with people im closer with, it's not those super big affection gestures but subtle ones if that makes sense? like I'd hold onto their sleeves, being in contact with them in some ways even if it's just shoulder touch. I laugh and smile a lot, I'm not very mindful of my words also sometimes I just blurt out things. I can be dramatic and if it helps my friend once said I was like a clingy dog to my other friend 😭

• I'm easily unmotivated but gets interested in things easily also. I'm lazy and I tend to put the bare minimum onto school work and stuff with a few exceptions maybe. I'm not very emotional and it's a little hard for me to maintain relationships with people I don't see almost everyday at school lol unless we have mutual friends. I get scared easily by horror movies and jumpscares. I cry/tear up/get emotional a lot watching sad shows and reading sad stuff lol. I'm kinda bad at comforting people, my advices are normally just straightforward and like no sugar-coating and stuff. I'm a realist. I want to make more friends but scared to approach people first. I don't know how to react to insults I'd just say okay and go on or judge them for saying that. I say thanks or I know for compliments it just comes out of my mouth naturally 💀

• I'm not to say super confident but I'm comfortable with myself, if that makes sense. I know my own worth and have high standards lol not that I ever had a crush before, never liked anyone 😟 it takes time to for me to fully trust someone, I click well with some people who have the same interests as me because it's easier to find topic to talk about lol, it's the same with other people even if we don't have the same interest doe sometimes I use 'lol' a lot ahshb

physical appearance: black hair that's kinda frizzy just a little below my shoulders (I have thick hair), I don't have bangs, I have a lot of baby hair so I often wear this dark green headband to keep them away from my face lol. black eyes, 170 cm, skinny but underweight kind. I wear a lot of comfy clothes like just t-shirt and pants, whenever I go out I tie my hair like just a quick low ponytail for outside school and high ponytail for school.

interests: games, specifically otome games and visual novels, I like detective and rpg games also (ex. genshin, code realize, fire emblem: three houses, tsumugu logic). I like reading manga, manhwa, manhua (I read both modern and historical ones), I like romance genres, and fanfics snsnns

how you react to someone being romantically interested in you: first thought would be if they're joking or playing a prank on me, but if they're not I'd answer it seriously, also my reaction depends on how long I knew them or if I even know them. I'd be kinda flattered to know someone is romantically interested in me doe lol

thank you if you took up my matchup! again congrats on 100+ :))) was this enough details? hopefully I didn't miss anything 😰

↛ ❀ Match up; @junevnti

I match you with Deuce Spade

Deuce isn’t talkative really. But he would struck up a conversation. He immediately takes you as someone who’s on the calmer side of things and he somewhat likes you from the start. Once you two bond and get closer, Deuce will be around you half of the time. He really likes being around you because of your softer presence. You’re not an overwhelming person and he likes that.

He notices your small, yet affectionate gestures and his heart flutters everytime it happens. It startled him at first though. He really wants to make you smile and it’s rather easy when with you. You two have quick conversations in the hall and he walks off feeling in cloud nine.

He likes how you fix your hair. It’s simplistic but he still finds you absolutely stunning!

He wouldn’t be very obvious. But his actions when he likes you would be sort of weird. He stared a bit too much and he slapped himself when he realizes he’s being weird. He eventually gets found out by all of his friends and they encourage him to go for it. So he does and he’s a big mess. He made a script on what to say but he meets with you face to face and his mind goes completely blank. He manages to spit out his feelings towards you and his heart absolutely drops when you ask him if he’s joking. He shrinks away and seems really upset. You learn he’s completely genuine.

Deuce is really likes you for pretty much everything about you. There was something about you from the start.

[ashren]

hhhhng I want answers to all of them for everyone BUT, how about:

Why did you give them the name they have? What is the in-universe reason for their name?

What inspired you to create your oc?

Does your oc have any notable skills or good personality traits? Why did you give them those traits? Why do they exist in-universe?

Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have bad relationships with? Why those characters?

Share a random piece of trivia about the creation of your oc. Examples: scrapped ideas or changes you didn't expect to make.

For Peter and Ren? No pressure to do 'em all, I'll be excited for any combination :)

AHHH thank you!!! I will absolutely Ramble on about my ocs so don't u worry heheh 💞

Why did you give them the name they have? What is the in-universe reason for their name?

Ren: I think I've actually answered this some time, a LONG time ago, but dont @ me i answer differently now LOL. In universe, he picked the name Ren because it's a shortening of Loren, the name of his Uncle who had the farm. The IRL reason for the name is because I see a lot of cool names at work and I write down my favs hahaaaa ((side note, i forgot until way after i created him, but the first guy i kissed at college was named Wren. I did not go anywhere.))

Peter: SOOO you get some bonus Calvin facts here too! Oringally Peter and Calvin were kind of the same character that I turned into two different guys. I had called them Peter kind of as a place holder bc I was reading a lot of Spideypool at the time, and well. You know what happens with placeholder names. Then I redesigned them both, and the demon felt more like a Calvin to me, so vampire boy got to keep the Peter name! In universe, Peter's original last name was something generic like Brown or Smith idk but once he was bit and Maggie started calling him Peter V. Pyre as a joke, it kinda stuck. (Later on, Florence ends up taking the name Pyre as well. Makes things a lot easier for everyone, and she says it feels more 'her')

Ok this is already long so I'm gonna put the rest under a cut!

What inspired you to create your oc?

Ren: My baby boy was my Outer World's Captain! That's how he started, my first play through was as "Ash" but only in name really. Then I finished the game and was like must consume fanfic, which then lead to me developing Ren as his own Boy. I had been working on a lot of lore for Ash and my Fallout 4 OCs! Then I was like "Ohhhhhh no,,,,, sorry my children Ren's my fav right now"

Peter: Cowboy Vampire. Needed one. Also a lot my ocs starts as loosely veiled self inserts so they tend to all be a little similar in like,,, body shape and size so I was like... Beefy cowboy vampire???

Does your oc have any notable skills or good personality traits? Why did you give them those traits? Why do they exist in-universe?

Ren: He's really good at like, being stealthy, because that's how I TRIED to play TOW the first time. I am impatient, so Ren get all the patience I don't have LOL. In Universe I ended incorporating it into his backstory- he's got a bit of a criminal background and learned how to get around unseen and unheard during that time. It helps that he's a small boy :3

Peter: He's got some fun Vampire ~abilities~ that probs vary from story to story bc im too lazy to stick a set of rules. Stuff like being able to see in the dark, and like, idk he's got some good reflexes. Also a heightened sense of smell. Bc of reasons. All of those are just cuz its fun tbh! I also have him being a really good shot with a pistol BEFORE his transformation, so with his reflexes as a vamp he's near unmatched.

Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have bad relationships with? Why those characters?

Ren: In TOW Canon, aside from the obvious, he's got a rough relationship with Max for... most of the story lol. For a while he'd ONLY travel with Max if Parvati was with them as well. She's the only one he wasn't constantly arguing with. Max's "violence is the immediate answer to everything" attitude reminds Ren of some not so great ppl in his past, and after Fallbrook, Max is on Ren's shit list. Max becomes more tolerable to him after Scylla, but Ren still never gets as close to Max as he does the other crew.

Also Lilya Hagen specifically bc she tried to "poison" him once.

Peter: I haven't really figured out a lot of details, but at least in the beginning, he and Calvin have a... tense relationship. Peter wouldn't consider them friends for a while, a work partner maybe. Calvin likes to push Peter's buttons and Peter doesn't really understand at first that Calvin is just having fun. Calvin IS a demon, though, so they know exactly what they're doing. ((Bonus fun fact: Peter is actually legitimately older than Calvin. Peter was born in uhh some time in the 1790s? and Calvin was born in 1933))

Share a random piece of trivia about the creation of your oc. Examples: scrapped ideas or changes you didn't expect to make.

Ren: Ren was supposed to be a lot younger at first! Originally I had him ~25 during the games events, but then as I developed him more i was like.... what if.... older??? A lot of that was inspired by my need to give Felix someone older than him that WOULDN'T fucking betray him in some way. So, you have my love for Felix to thank for Ren's age In turn, because I made him older, I ended up having a lot more time to play with in Ren's pre Halcyon life, which created Johnny.

Peter: Peter's still pretty new so there's not too much I haven't already talked about BUTTT a little peek into the future of Peter's story, I did end up expanding on the Maggie/Peter relationship, and it's part of Peter's eh origin story now~

[o-wyrmlight]

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Feel free to take some off if I'm doing too many at once

1. Which of your fics would you keep the basic plot of but rewrite completely?

Honestly, I almost did re-write an old Kirby fanfic of mine from scratch. It's not on my AO3 at all--I initially wrote it on Fanfiction-dot-net when I was in Middle School and High School--but I didn't really have a solid framework for how the plot for it would develop. I got some ideas a year or two ago and was working on plotting out a whole re-write for it (the basic premise being 'Meta Knight crashes in Dreamland instead of Kirby), but it never really got horribly far. (And yes. It was very strongly inspired by another fanfic called Warrior of the Stars. It was a very good read, until I stopped reading it. It was fantastic.)

2. Anything that you'd like to write but feel like you're unable to?

I want to write absolute and pure softness. Fluff, cuddles, warmth, hot chocolate--but I'm just not good at it. It doesn't settle right with me, writing soft things. I'm a lot more comfortable with writing angst. And it honestly does make me kind of sad.

5. What's a tag you never want to use for your works even when it applies?

I don't??? Know??? Tagging is very important for other people to know what stories that they'd want to avoid or what to expect. I can't think of anything that I wouldn't want to tag even if it did apply for that reason. If anything, I probably over-tag. And a reason why some of my stories might not have some tags is because I don't know if it's pertinent enough for the tags to apply, you know?

7. Your favourite ao3 tag.

I don't know, dude--I just Vibe in AO3 for the most part. I don't really filter by tags, unless I'm just looking for stories by characters or pairings.

I do think that the 'No beta--we die like [insert fandom-related joke here]' tag is funny, though!

11. Three tropes that are fine but overrated

Answered!

21. Can you accurately predict how long your fics are going to be? If you can, what's your secret?

HAHAHA. No, sweet summer child. My first Cookie Run fanfic that I made was meant to be a drabble. A drabble! Yet now it stands at 4.77k words! My Hollow Knight fanfic Mellow in Softness? I meant for that dumb Wyrm to leave the fucking Abyss in chapter 2 or 3, but no, he just had to be a sad, mopey little shit. My old Kirby fanfic? Don't remember the specifics, but it was on average 17 Microsoft Word pages. Sometimes 27. I was a writing maniac when I was in Middle School.

22. What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again?

It's the longing. It's the pining. It's the dynamics between the two characters shifting just so in each alternate universe or story and watching as it develops in its own colorful, floral ways. It's reading them and watching their chemistry together unfold. It's the inevitable knowledge that--whatever may happen to these stupid, precious, lovable idiots--they'll at the very least experience those happenings together.

It's just nice.

30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't.

A plot summary of yet another Team Fortress 2 fanfic that I wanted to work on but ended up never doing (Note: Mention of abuse and cyborgfication):

'Dell came from an abusive home with an abusive father who was obsessed with the idea of becoming and making his son a cyborg. When Dell gets word that his dad was released from prison on good behavior, he grows paranoid and frightened that he'll find his way to the base and finish the job that he started years and years ago. Title: The House of Violence'

It was meant to sort of explore PTSD and also the stress of being put suddenly in a dangerous situation that you didn't know what exactly to expect from. I guess that sort of goes without saying. I sort of mulled over the story for a bit but pretty much all of the details are pretty much forgotten.