HIIIII
can I get a radio silence pleaseeeee
with prongsfoot (and nb james) based off this song
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA OFC I LOVE THAT SONG
enjoy my garbage writing below the cut
edit: omg its not jegulus im so sorry ill rewrite it(i cannot figure out the diff ship names for the life of my im so sorry raine)
Regulus Black hid in the library, listening to James and Remus talk about James's latest infatuation, a girl named Lily Evans.
"And I am telling you, moony, the girl is so pretty! She's got these eyes, and god, she has these little freckles dotted across her face, and-"
"James. You've made us all very much aware that you like Lily. Can we move on?"
Regulus screamed internally, putting back the book he was 'skimming' through, and left the library, walking quickly into the Slytherin common room and carefully lifting up the couch cushion, taking out the secret journal he'd been keeping there since his first year.
Flipping to the next page, he listed the date, then began to write carefully, his mind exploding with thoughts.
God, I am such an idiot. I went out to the library because I spotted James inside, but then I found out that they were talking about Lily Evans. Who is she?? James likes her, too...I feel completely sick.
Just then, Regulus stopped writing, realizing that he had promised himself not to write about James...just in case anyone could find his pocket of thoughts.
He set down the pen and put back the couch cushion, sitting down on the couch and staring at the chandelier, internally screeching. Again. He really needed a better outlet, but since the journal needed to stay completely 'picture perfect' in case someone were to find it, it was off limits.
Regulus kept thinking, yelling at himself. Why, out of anyone to fall for, did it have to be James? He needed to go through the list in his head again, so he started to think.
First of all: James was Sirius's friend. If Sirius found out that his little brother had a crush on James, all hell would break loose.
Secondly: Clearly, Regulus would never be James's type. Lily Evans was beautiful, sassy, with striking green eyes and red hair. She was the perfect height, and most importantly, she was not some random boy. Meanwhile, Regulus considered himself ugly, stubborn, and absolutely not pretty the way Lily Evans was.
Regulus couldn't believe he'd fallen for them. He felt so stupid.
After all, James liked a girl.
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I have to single handedly thank you for reminding me of Tad's existence I adore your take on him and I think I'm going to suck up every drop of content of him and Stan with a silly staw
Not to be a helpless sap but the amount of positive feedback and engagement has genuinely made me incredibly happy and sometimes even distressed (in a good way!) I can't thank each and every single one of you enough for the support and simple engagement you've given me! I don't have the words in my broken vocabulary to properly convey the happiness I feel whenever I see people enjoy my silly art and create their own things because of it. This is the first time I've gotten fanart and asks about stuff I make and honestly it's such a motivator! Thank you! Thank you all so so much for sticking around for a while! I hope you enjoy the ride as much as I enjoy making it!
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I know I’m a chronic overthinker but I’ve been in the same fandom for three years or so now and I was reflecting that writing seemed so much easier when I first started out. Just looking at my output since 2021 shows a clear trend: I’ve been writing much less and it’s been taking me way longer.
I figured that I’d gotten a little burned out and that three years is a long time to focus solely on the same two guys making out and that there’s a limit to the number of situations I can put them in before I start to get bored. But I don’t think that’s quite my problem because even now, a million years later, I have ideas for dozens of fics and AUs that would be interesting to explore or funny to write.
No, it’s that I’ve let the larger fandom overwhelm me and it’s left me constantly second-guessing my writing. And I don’t mean that I’ve gotten nasty comments or asks, because I haven’t! All the other fans have been consistently wonderful and fun people with really valuable insights. And it’s not that I’ve been obsessing over stats or comments or worrying about going against popular headcanons. I mean, I’m just as excited as anyone else to see an AO3 email in my inbox but I’m also perfectly happy posting niche fics for an audience of me and my three weirdest friends.
It’s more that after so long engaging with other fans and other fics and the general meta, I’ve ended up writing too self-consciously. I’ve read so many interpretations of canon events, analyses of characterization and comparisons between fiction and real-world politics over the years, and I’ve enjoyed them because I genuinely care about these stories and these characters! I like seeing what everyone else thinks and then considering their points of view, no matter how bewildering they might seem at first.
But now it feels like I’m writing almost defensively, like I have to justify every choice I’m making based on this enormous and contradictory body of information. Three years ago I’d have written a scene in a few thousand words and moved on to the next plot point with my momentum intact. Now I’m constantly wringing my hands over things like physical details (I guess he’s not exactly a redhead) or broader social implications (is this trope misogynistic?) or finicky logistics (these locations are too far apart for this scene to make sense) or controversial character nuance (does writing this guy as a kind, doting husband make me an abuse apologist???) and the result is that I’m paralyzed with indecision and a ridiculous need to support everything I write with a lot of context that isn’t especially fun to write or, I suspect, especially fun to read.
I’m aware that this problem is entirely in my own head and that no one has asked me for any of this. And it’s not that all those questions aren’t interesting and important things to contemplate. But I miss the days of sitting down at my laptop and going “wouldn’t it be funny if these dorks played a video game together?” and then writing exactly that.
I don’t know. Were my fics better three years ago? I kind of doubt it. I’ve looked back at some of them and if nothing else I now have a better grasp of what tense I’m supposed to be using. But I definitely had more fun writing those older stories, which maybe feels more important.
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Smartass guy with a flat affect vs guy who almost always sounds like it's joking and likes to play dumb. Neither immune to the urge to over-explain themselves in earnest. Fight.
And now I'M gonna over-explain myself 😤😤😤😤😤 Because this piece captures like. Some headcanons of mine that are so precious to me, and SO much. Of the Moefonse dynamic and friendship... the heart of how their back and forths work.
But first close-ups/text descriptions for easier reading!
From the very start, Alfonse is playing. That's his intention. To say something he knows will get a good response out of Moe. But his delivery is either too dry and flat or too genuine. He's extremely subtle, and his humor doesn't tend to land because of that.
Meanwhile, Moe can be unaware... generally. But just as much, if not more, it's deeply attentive towards the things it cares about. It takes these things SO seriously. Moe... really hates being misunderstood. It struggles with empathy, and its sense of compassion is entirely self-centered. Which seems unrelated, but all of these things contribute to it making a joke, and then feeling a need to immediately explain the joke. Just to make sure we're all on the same page, here. Nobody is left out.
So just. Joke (passed!) + Joke (also passed!) into Joke (passed, carrying on the bit), into Worry (Joke check: failed.) into Worry/Reassurance (You're my dear friend and I love you. No need to worry) into Understanding/Reassurance (yeah that WAS funny). Which, as a side, really flatters Alfonse... that's not something he gets often. He gets it A Lot from Moe though LMFAO
AND ... FINALLY..... FINAL TIDBIT OF CHARACTERIZATION
This doodle was closer to what the final panel was supposed to be (under the thought bubble), but I got distracted and forgor..... but it has essential characterization.... honestly both drawings do. So it's fine LMFAOOO
But it is So important. That neither of them are acting on their feelings. And it is sooooo important. That they're extremely verbally affectionate with each other anyway. And it all comes full circle, to the top caption. Moe sounds like it's joking here. But it is SO genuine. Also Moe might as well have said "I want you, like carnally" with that. Endlessly ambiguous guy. And for better or worse, Alfonse is built the Exact Same Way. 🧍
Oh yeah and. The. Posts. That inspired this LMFAOOO
They're both doing this. Btw.
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recoloured this old warmup to repost cause I had it on my mind.
If Clark is going to be in earth 19 (gotham by gaslight universe) (they're publishing more gbg and clark is going to be there), then listen to me listen to me, he needs to be a cowboy. Superman needs to be a cowboy in the big city. I am SOO serious about this. I am on my knees, DC, let me write for you, I would add so many themes about modern technology versus traditional knowledge and sprinkle in some anticolonialism PLEASE.
You could have a cute little Daily Planet that has to struggle against yellow journalism in a smoky little backroom & setting their own type, a la The Truth. You could have gentlemen's clubs. You could have a brutal war against unions in the streets and one lone titan of industry giving into their demands. You could have the exact same 3 batkids from the movie, there's literally nothing to improve on there. You could have Clark tear down a barbed wire fence with his bare hands, in a futile attempt to unravel colonialist ideas of private land ownership. Imagine the alien knows more about the earth, the real earth, than the knight in his city does. Imagine the American dream failing Clark, who has to go back east to the big city, failing Bruce, who lost his parents, failing everyone over and over until they decide to build something without it. In an era of rampant exploitation, what do real heroes look like?
Or you can make the justice league fight big steampunk robots ig I'm excited either way.
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scared I'm an insecure self hating tranny cuz i constantly compare myself to others and beating myself up because I'm not adhering to presenting As Trans As I Fucking Should Be For A Nonbinary Trans Woman.
so not only am i not respected by cis people but also treated like shit from (and i hope to god ive just experienced a freak phenomenon) other trans women i meet irl by happenstance, ESPECIALLY when they know I'm trans too, like what the hell.
I'm lonely, insecure, and I'm desperate need to fix myself before i bring everyone else down constantly just cuz i feel unwelcome in a group of other trans women
ANOTHER THING IT AFFECTS IS MY CONFIDENCE WITH ASKING PEOPLE IF THEY'D LIKE TO FUCK, OR AT LEAST GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS WITHOUT FREEZING UP IN FEAR OF BEING SHUNNED HARSHLY FOR DARING TO FIND OTHERS ATTRACTIVE
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I just reread your fic about Tai and Van after their class reunion, and the line about Tai imagining how they would be after prom got me thinking. I totally wouldn’t mind reading an au where they actually got to attend their senior prom. I know you have so many wips that I honestly can’t wait to read, so this doesn’t have to be acknowledged whatsoever, but I also would love to see what you come up with.
Hey, remember when I said no promises? Promises are right over here, actually.
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