#Mixing my fanfic skills with my art skills

[dapper-lil-arts]

It's never too late to love, it's never too late to live.

[dragengyrr]

OUT NOW only on Voxtek+ Premium: "The Rizz Demon strikes again!"

(…or "the moments from 666: Live On Air! by @prince-liest that had no reason being this funny.")

⚠️ Horny demons ahead (kinda) ⚠️

Anyway, excuse me if I mixed up the scenes where Alastor’s supposed to be more/less dressed, I can’t keep up with his undressing policy in the series, but I think it’s always funnier when he’s all buttoned up.

Edit: more Alastor in the dress! Yay!

[aspiringtrashpanda]

✨Fic Rec✨ - Divergent Fist 🍙💍

Buckle up, Inuokko enjoyers! It's time to check out Divergent Fist! If this story doesn't already have you in a chokehold, constantly on the edge of your seat, then it's time to dedicate a whole afternoon getting caught up. Make a tea, grab your weighted blanket, and read the 12 current chapters of this incredible doujinshi.

RATED M. Content Warnings - Canon-typical violence and gore, post-Shibuya incident, sexual content, lots of angst, trauma and related physical and emotional reactions (AKA Toge has no food left in his stomach).

Divergent Fist follows the stories of Toge Inumaki and Yuuta Okkotsu, navigating the world of jujutsu sorcerers, trauma and healing, and budding romance in the aftermath of the Shibuya incident. Expertly balancing the soft moments with the devastating, ArtMop (she/her) is in the midst of crafting a doujin that is sure to stand the test of time and become a classic for any fans of BL in the Jujutsu Kaisen fandom.

To start off, I'd like to be transparent that yes, I do edit ArtMop's chapters and help with the general planning of the series. I have a clear bias. That being said, I genuinely believe that this doujin is not getting the attention it deserves, and I just want to shout my love for it from the top of a mountain. Let me give a hardworking creator some love, okay?

First off, let's talk about the #1 selling point of DF - it is an illustrated fanfic that updates regularly and is accessible entirely for free. What more could you possibly ask for? You wanted more Toge content? More Yuuta content? Well, here you go!

It is worth noting that the art itself, despite being above average to begin with, improves drastically throughout the story. The anatomy, expressions, and details in the last few chapters are breathtaking. With each installment in the DF series, ArtMop improves and improves and improves. I, personally, wait with bated breath for the drop of the next color cover, the next insert art. There doesn't seem to be a ceiling in sight when it comes to ArtMop's swiftly growing skill, and I cannot wait to see what the future has in store for her. If she applies a fraction of the same dedication to honing her craft to anything else in her life, she may become the next president... or something far cooler.

Stunning visuals aside, the story itself is magnificent. It integrates canon world building, mixed with original cursed techiques and characters, so seamlessly that it feels as though this is an actual spin-off of Jujutsu Kaisen. Perhaps an alternate universe where underutilized characters are given a bit more depth (shots fired 👈😎👈)?

The character arcs have been set in motion! We have Toge refusing to acknowledge his trauma. We have Yuuta's sexual awakening. We have a deeper look into Maki's friendship with Toge, and a delightful duo of new first years. And best of all? We have a villain with an interesting motive. It's clear that ArtMop has so much planned, more than we can possibly imagine! We are already starting to see how relationships are developing, how each character manages the aftermath of certain choices differently, and the story is only going to build from here.

Chapter 12 has just been posted on Tapas and Tumblr, and if you're craving even more Divergent Fist content, there are even a couple behind the scenes moments found on Archive of Our Own. Listen, as someone who knows the trajectory of the story, please check out this amazing series. You may be chewing your nails (like Toge) waiting for the next chapter, but I promise you that being along for the ride is part of the journey, and it will all be worth it in the end.

Okay, ramble over! Thank you for listening! Here, have a cute trio pic from the cover of Chapter 8:

Huge thank you to @artmopworks for this incredible work, and for letting me scream about her doujin. 💕

[vdragon-creations]

TMayNT Day 13: Best Don

Day 13 of @tmaynt Prompt: Best Don!

Oh my sweet, how I've waited for this day! It should probably come as no surprise to anyone who fallows me or anyone who saw my Day 1 entry that Donnie is my favorite turtle! Hands down, no contest!

But here comes the hard part. Choosing my favorite! Gunna be honest, it's a very hard decision. Each Donnie has a quality to them that I just adore! Intelligence! I don't like to think of myself as that smart, at least not in the way Donnie is! And I love me some soft nerdy types! And when it comes to personality, it gets even harder to pick, because literally ALL of them are just precious.

87 is smart but a bit of a dork! 2003 is...goals. Sweet, kind, has a tiny bit of spice to him, and still has the skills to pay the bills! 2007, while not having much screen time, is a reliable man.

IDW, tbh, I've yet to read the comics in full, but from what I can see, he seems a lot like a mix of both 2003, 2007, and 87 Don. As in, while he's a little more softspoken then the others, he can still hold his own in a fight! And despite having been through some clearly otherworldly shit, he's a skeptic when it comes to magic. But I love the way they wrote him! (And his death scene still makes me cry! And seeing him still deal with pain from that incident is just *Chef's kiss*!)

2012....well...I don't have much to say about him. Frankly he's my least favorite out of the bunch, and all because the writers really wanted to play fanfic writer and they leaned whyyyyy too hard into the nerd stereotype. Resulting in making him borderline creepy to April. (Not that she's perfect either because goddess on a stick I'm not getting into that today.) The one thing I'll give him is that his sarcasm in this one made his very funny to hear in banter, and I apricate that they were trying to do more then just change the skin colors to make the boys stand out from one another. (But guys...really....the gap in the teeth was just not necessary..)

The Bayverse Donnie was one that had to grow on me a little, cause I'm part of the crowed that thought they looked a bit rough. But I agree that that's kinda the point, they're mutants. They more then likely would be a little rough looking irl. But after aa bit, he does start looking pretty cute anyway! And his voice is on par with 2003, in that he just sounds so sweet! I wanna hug him! (PLUS, THE FUCKER IS 6'8"! I'M 5'3"! And I do have a weakness for taller dudes. Bonus if they wear glasses! :3)

Now, for Rise. I was once part of the Cowaboomer crowed that thought that since RISE was so different from the other versions, it was there for ruined. I've since watched it, and the movie, and if anything, I've proven that I no longer think this way! RISE Donnie tho...he had to grow on me. At first I really didn't like him. His personality was such a stark contrast from all the other versions that it was almost like he was a whole new character! And with the art style of RISE being so different, his design was quite a jolt too. (The eyebrows are...a choice.) But after a while, that smug fucking smile had me feeling a type of way. The way he'd make me laugh was starting to become infectious! And the next thing I knew, I fell for this version too! Pretty hard I might say. And while 2003 Donnie is the sweetest bean to ever grace my screen, RISE became the living definition of the meme "I'm a luxury few can afford!"! And I love him!

After that, we had the batman cross over that brought us another Donnie! Once that I'm happy didn't lean too heavy on the other versions. He looked a little like 2012, but was like a gentle mix or 2003 and Bayverse! He also got a lot more lines and personality in that movie! (As well as a broken arm! RIP)

Then Mutant Mayhem showed up, and oh my god if he isn't the same insufferable anime fan I was when I was a teen! He made me laugh, and was still an adorable little dork!

And then we have Fortnite Donnie, who...i gotta be honest, I don't play Fortnite. So I'm not sure if he or the others get much of a personality or story outside of the same story of the turtles that we all know by now. So i can't judge him based on personality. But...I do like his design. Tho I will continue to say Fortnite had NO RIGHT to make him THAT damn fine!

In the end, I love all Donnies! Some more then others, but they all mean something to me! And it was hard to choose! but in the end, I chose the two that had the most influence on me!

[darkdevasofdestruction]

omg yay!! okay so after reading that the reader in your lovely pyramid head fanfic befriended most of the killers (it was so cute😿) and comforting them, encouraging them, etc. i got an idea for a request with jiwoon!!

so, he develops a kind of weird friendship with a survivor, whos willing to listen to his music and his story in general and thay obviously boost his already gigantic ego but also it makes him completly enamored with the reader!!

and i imagine him to be really clingy and all, so he probably just suprises her by hugging her while shes repairing a gen or scrolling through the entity's realm and he gets so overprotective sometimes, he wont let anyone come near them when theyre together and keeps calling her affectionate names and other stuff bc hes in love!! why wouldnt he do that . but the surv is literally so obvious and dense she thinks those are just friendly gestures.

so um, this got really out of hand and is probably chaotic af, but based on that, could i request something about him acting like that? or just soft in general fic/drabble with jiwoon?? depends on what you feel like writing🥰

First of all, I’m so happy that you liked my work! Secondly, I hope you’ll like this too! <3

Though he was the newest killer brought by the Entity, for the longest time, he never got to have his go at a trial, so he got incredibly frustrated and bored, took his bat and went into the woods by himself to hit trees and bushes by himself.

At first, he was excited to be taken in a place where he could kill at his leisure without any consequence, but what CAN he kill if he can’t go array outside of the trials, and he’s not being taken to one already?

After he’s channeled most of his frustrations on whatever vegetation he found, he started singing some of his songs and practicing his choreography out there where nobody could bother him.

Or so he thought.

He wasn’t the only one with the brilliant idea of taking a walk - You, also, took frequent walks away from the Survivor’s Camp because they were never that nice with you, hence why you got along much better with the Killers.

So when you heard some acapella singing, you got really excited and went ahead to look who’s the artist - But you were also pretty shy, so as soon as you picked up a human silhouette, you hid behind a tree and peeked at the eccentric looking man.

He was singing in Korean, and from his looks, outfit and dancing skills, he looked like a k-pop idol. 

He was so talented though, you were absolutely mesmerised!

As soon as he made his final move and stopped singing, as if basking in the silent applause that he would get, should he have been at a real show... He actually DID hear clapping.

Turning around, he noticed your timid form from behind the tree, cheering on him, wearing a bashful smile on your face.

“That was really beautiful! Congratulation for you show!” he was mesmerised beyond belief --

Someone in this shithole was actually appreciating his art! He was in love! Oh, he was sooo~ in love!

He will walk all cocky towards you, putting his arm around your shoulder and pull you flushed to his chest, calling you ‘Jagi’ before he pulled out his phone to show you his full discography and pointing out at which time there were the screams of his victims synthetized, and he started explaining how he mixed them into the music, how he found out the way to manipulate the screams and grunt of pain, where to hit the person to create each sound and what not.

You didn’t care much about how macabre it sounded - You had already got used to all this chaotic mess - So you were really captivated by the whole process of creating peak art.

From then on, Jiwoon would come to the Survivor’s Camp ALL the time just to grab you by the wrist and pull you to his camp or into the forest - He’ll have you dance with him while he sang or hummed, or will have to be the spectator to his shows while he performed for you.

Sometimes you think that he has no idea what your name is, because he only calls you pet names like ‘Jagi’, ‘Jagiya’, ‘Yeobo’ or ‘Nae sarang’ and many more.

Whenever the two of you are together, he’ll keep an arm around you, sometimes his hands even wandering here and there, and would kiss your cheeks, neck or jaw, just to show off how you are his and nobody can even look at you.

His favourite time is when the two of you are in a trial and he gets to surprise you by jump-hugging you when you least expect it.

Jiwoon would drag you around the whole place just so he could show off the sounds he gets out of the victims while he mori’s them - Oh, he gets so cocky, especially when you point out which song and what part of it can fit with the same kind of scream the dead survivor made - You were really paying attention to him!

He would dip you back and pull you into a deep kiss - You really managed to stroke and inflate his ego to the maximum.

He doesn’t have much influence when in comes to keeping other killers at bay during their trial with you, but at least when you’re with him, you know you’re having fun and will always escape without a single scratch or bruise.

After all, The Trickster only loves your sweet sounds and sighs, that make for a completely different and out of bounds melody that only he gets to listen to.

[lilac-rose-writes]

As someone who's been writing Kindergarten fanfics since 2021, I have to say that I'm excited by the new trailer!

In all the time I've known this fandom, it's been rather inactive & very small. Now don't get me wrong, that's absolutely lovely. The Kindergarten community is is one of the best I've ever had the pleasure of being in, everyone is so talented, and being so small means that pretty much everyone knows pretty much everyone! These past few years have shaped me so much as a person, and I can attribute a great deal of my current writing skill to having these games available to take inspiration from & write about.

They mean a lot to me, and being able to write about the cast so much for so long has allowed for a sort of understanding & connection with their characters that I haven't really experienced on such high a level anywhere else. It's like I know these kids and their messed-up world, and having new elements added into the mix that I can't control is, I admit, the tiniest bit daunting.

After all- what if the new game doesn't live up to expectations? What if I don't enjoy it as much? What if the characterisation is different? What if everyone else likes it and I don't? Where the HELL are my hoodie children???

But at the same time, this is such a wonderful opportunity to welcome new artists & writers to our little community, and to potentially have a huge boom of beautiful contributions. Despite being so active under the Kindergarten tag on AO3, I only really joined the fandom 3 years ago, and KG2 was made in 2019. As long as I've known it, this place has been pretty dead.

Since coming to tumblr a few months ago and seeing all of the brilliant art and AUs on here, I've grown sure that this will continue be a fabulous fandom to be a part of, no matter what the new game brings. It's so full of creative, talented people, and I look forward to seeing it come a little more to life once again!

Thank you all for the past 3 years, and for everything that came before. I can't wait to see what we'll do next <3

[lunaselena]

the art of shaving.

377 words, no explicit content.

warnings: comfort, razor blades, just fluff and soft!marc.

notes: hi guys, this is my first fanfic (ever!) and I’ve been so anxious to share this. thank you @little-worm-grant for the idea. 🤍 have fun!

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In the soft glow of their shared bathroom, Layla perched on the bathroom counter, her legs dangling over the edge. Marc stood before her, a hint of excitement in his eyes as he handed her a razor and shaving cream.

"Alright, baby, time for your first lesson in the delicate art of shaving," Marc teased, a playful smile dancing on his lips.

Layla accepted the razor with a determined expression, her eyes wide with concentration. "I've watched tutorials. I've got this," she declared, her focus unwavering.

Marc couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. He settled onto a stool, and she joined him on his lap, her small hands clutching the razor with a mix of confidence and caution. The bathroom was filled with the gentle hum of laughter, a melody that echoed the intimacy of the moment.

As Layla spread the shaving cream on Marc's face, her touch was feather-light, a delicate dance of fingers exploring the contours of his jawline. Marc's admiration for her skills grew with every stroke. His hands found their place on her hips, steadying her as she worked her way around his facial hair.

Layla's tongue peeked out from the corner of her mouth in concentration, creating an endearing sight that tugged at Marc's heart. He couldn't resist reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes never leaving her meticulous work.

"You're doing great," Marc encouraged, his voice a gentle murmur.

Layla smiled, a blend of pride and playfulness lighting up her features. "I knew I could master the art of shaving," she declared, a triumphant glint in her eyes.

As the last strokes of the razor swept away the remnants of facial hair, Layla beamed at her accomplishment. Marc's reflection in the mirror revealed a clean-shaven face, but more importantly, it showcased the shared laughter and intimacy that had unfolded in those precious moments.

Their roles reversed as Marc scooped her up in his arms, twirling her around in a joyous dance. "To the best shaving assistant ever," he declared, pressing a loving kiss to her lips.

In the warmth of that shared laughter and affection, Layla and Marc discovered that even the simplest moments could be filled with the magic of connection and love. And as they basked in the afterglow of their little bathroom escapade, the mirror reflected not just a clean-shaven face but the blossoming of a beautiful relationship.

[dpsisquared]

As a fellow Dimileth shipper: I present Dimileth for the shipping ask game.

*cracks knuckles* In this essay I will... Lol no I'll try to stay on topic here.

1. What made me ship it-- so I'm sure I've said this before but I played FE3H knowing absolutely nothing. I was all set to pick Edelgard until Dimitri's humble little intro of himself won me over 100%. What made me start to ship him with Byleth was their conversation when Jeralt died. His earnestness in that cut scene is one of my favorite fictional interactions of all time. *gags self to move onto next question*

2. Favorite things about the ship-- it's a mix of in universe and out. The fandom is really kind and welcoming, and the art and fanfic are AMAZING. It makes it fun to ship them and create for them. In universe, Dimitri's unintentional flirty lines, the way he and Byleth compliment each other (Byleth has trouble expressing their emotions and Dimitri struggles holding them in), their shared terrible sense of humor. Pre timeskip, Dimitri really helps Byleth grow as a person, the result being post timeskip they then have the skills to help him through his difficult period. I just think that's really beautiful, how they lift each other up.

3. Unpopular opinion-- I'm not sure there can BE an unpopular opinion on Dimileth 😅 I mean from syrupy sweet to unhinged slasher, your people are out there lol. I guess an opinion that guides my interpretation of them that I don't have much reason to say out loud very often is that I consider them both queer in similar ways. Dimitri as (VERY)demi/pan and Byleth (m/f or nb) as gray-a/bi. So a little piece of me dies inside every time someone calls them "painfully heterosexual" or something like that 🥲

[districtunrest]

What's your headcanon for Katniss and Peeta's children?

How old was Katniss when give birth to their daughter?

How many years apart between them in age?

Your headcanon for their name?

Who gets the singing and art skill from their parent?

Bonus question : please give recs of your fav everlark post-Mockingjay fanfic.

Thank you :)

@curiousthg

I'll be honest, I rely a lot on other people's fic to fill in what I think about Katniss and Peeta's kids. I trust that they are loved by their parents, and that they both know this in the thoughtless way any safe and secure child does, and that their family is an overall happy one, despite its past pain and ghosts.

Katniss says it took 15 years for her and Peeta to have children*. assuming the timeline starts at "so after," where they're like 19 (I give them a year after Peeta gets back), she gets pregnant with her daughter at 34.

headcanon their names as Willow and Fletcher but I'm not super attached to them. they're 5 years apart - Willow is 6 and Fletcher 1-ish at the time of the epilogue. they're both winter babies, conceived in the spring. summers are hard for KP mentally and so I don't think they'd try to conceive then, just to have spring babies for the 'rebirth' of it all. I really like the idea that Katniss is pregnant with a third by then but it's not necessary; it's important that she and Peeta have at least a girl and a boy, to symbolize their having 2 tributes that will never be taken.

neither child is the spitting image of either parent. they're obviously a mix of Seam and merchant coloring, with the girl having blue eyes & dark hair and the boy having gray eyes & blond hair. thanks to The Grandmentor, I imagine their daughter as fair ("moon baby!") and their son more olive-skinned. I see both of them taking to art and music in a mix of ways: their daughter likes to dance and sing and paint; their son likes to play the guitar and write lyrics and sketch. they both know how to bake and hunt; their son prefers to bake bread, garden, can foods, and bow hunt whereas their daughter prefers to bake pastries, forage, trap, and smoke meat.

as for toastbaby fic recs, there's The Grandmentor, as you can tell lol, as well as give you my wild by @jenniferiawrence and Here is the place! it's an AU but The Light & The Red by @rosegardeninwinter also has great toastbaby representation!

*Five by @msdisdain explores the idea that Katniss meant there was a pregnancy at 5, 10, and 15 years, which has stuck with me and is the reason why I see the toastbabies as having a 5-year age gap.

[freesia-writes]

Chapter 7: Invitation

During the Clone Wars, the Bad Batch is tasked with a variety of missions across the galaxy. An unexpected addition to their team throws a wrench in the mix, particularly for Tech, who finds a particular connection with this disillusioned Padawan-turned-mechanic named Vel throughout the events in this action-adventure romance.

COVER ART BY @zaana!! And this was my first fanfic ever, y'all! :D

Master List of Chapters

Time passed, and missions blended together. Vel settled into her new position, contributing her skills to keep the ship running smoothly. She kept to herself as much as possible at the beginning, but throughout a variety of experiences, found small connections with each member of the crew. 

Wrecker was the one to teach her dejarik, with their hand-carved physical set, but Hunter was the one she couldn't beat. Crosshair refused to play, opting instead to make endless adjustments to his weapons kit from his seat in the corner, but still couldn't resist throwing out the occasional thought or strategy critique.

Her unease around Crosshair began to diminish as she stopped trying to earn his favor. As she contented herself with polite cohabitation instead of meaningful connection, she found him more peaceful to be around. His cynicism and scowly manner were simply his nature, as much as Wrecker's boisterous zest for life. 

Her initial attempt with Hunter did not go well. They were scouting along a ridge, on a dusty and dismal planet, when he crouched to the ground, tracing his fingers across the sand, picking some up and letting it sift through his fingers as he inspected it closely. 

"What is that?" she asked suddenly.

"A mix of decomposed granite and sandstone," Hunter replied.

"No, what is that thing you do, grabbing dirt and feeling it? What are you getting from that?" Vel continued. Behind her, Wrecker caught Crosshair's attention, throwing a toothy grin his way and jabbing his thumb toward Vel.

Hunter stared at her for a moment, visibly affronted. Every fiber of his being emanated an indignant air of how dare you. Even Tech looked up from his datapad with a bemused smirk.

That was where the conversation ended. Later, over another futile game of dejarik, Vel found herself thoroughly enthralled with Hunter's account of a mission on Hoth. She had never heard of the icy planet, and his description of the tauntauns was borderline unbelievable.

It was Tech that she found herself most at ease around. His curiosity was infectious, and the satisfaction he found from both learning and teaching was impossible to hide. She felt old parts of herself stirring, parts that had been dormant for years, as she would find herself three volumes deep in the astrological lore of some random system, read aloud by Tech as she sat across from him. 

"Man. All we had on Corellia was the Eye of the Pirate," Vel said, as he took a break between chapters. "A big red star that was impossible to miss. I made up some other constellations on my own, but there was nothing like this," she said, referring to the heroic mythological tales of the Yvara that he had been reading. 

"The Horns of Waryl are quite fascinating," Tech agreed, pointing to an illustration of the three stars forming an inverted pyramid, "But on Corellia you also had the Ronto and Drall's Hat."

"Seriously?" Vel asked, inwardly groaning that he knew more than she did about the planet she had spent her later childhood and young adult years on. 

"Yes! I shall show you, if our adventures ever take us there, or if you ever have any wish to visit," he volunteered. "But for now, I can show you the only constellation available to us at this location. If you will follow me?"

She rose from her seat, following him off the ship. It was parked on a platform atop a tower on Coruscant, and endless lines of traffic bustled in every direction. A steady hum of speeders and ships reverberated from the depths of the planet to the edge of its atmosphere, and the horizon was filled as far as the eye could see with twinkling lights, flashing billboards, and row after row of towering buildings. 

He walked to the edge of the platform, off to the side near the front of the ship, and tilted his head up at the sky, examining the stars scattered across the sky. "There," he said, pointing above, "Follow the edge of that green antenna upward until you see a tight cluster of three stars together."

Vel stood next to him, cocking her head in a similar manner and squinting to follow his direction. She wrinkled her nose, seeing the green antenna but following it upward, again and again, unable to find anything resembling a star cluster. 

"Look," Tech said, getting close behind her and putting his head right next to hers, over her shoulder. He reached an arm up again, next to her face, and pointed at the tower before drawing a line upward once again. 

But Vel was no longer focused on the stars, instead wildly preoccupied with his sudden closeness. She swallowed, forcing herself to keep her eyes toward the sky, but felt an odd squirming sensation in her stomach. 

"I see it... I think..." she said, positively lying through her teeth but not wanting to appear completely blind. 

"Excellent!" Tech exclaimed, oblivious to her internal turmoil. "That cluster makes the eye of a constellation known as Eryon, or the Burning Snake. If you trace the shape of an S, going to the right from the eye, you will see the rest of the snake." He moved his hand again, drawing the letter in the sky, tilting his face closer to hers so there was a hair's breadth between their cheeks.

She caught a whiff of something, a mix of things that took her a moment to sort out. Burnt metal, fresh soap, and a clean, almost woodsy scent that suddenly catapulted her back to the delight and wonder she felt on Kashyyyk. 

She felt a heat rising into her cheeks, and, almost irresistibly, leaned toward him a tiny bit to rest her cheek against his. Under the premise of stargazing, of course: "I see it," she said, truthfully this time, "All the way down to the tail there?" She hoped to draw his attention away from the touch, but it was a futile attempt.

"Oh, excuse me," he said, pulling away suddenly. "I apologize, I was unaware of my proximity."

"It's okay," she said softly, shuffling her feet. "I didn't mind."

"Anyway, there it is," Tech said, gesturing one last time toward Eryon.

They stood for a moment silently, so much unspoken, and regarded the stars.





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[whatyadrawin]

Michael Myers x Fem! Reader (Headcanon) 18+ only -First Fanfic Ever!-

The Evil Within (tentative title)

Masterlist

Approximately 2,060 words

Pairing: Michael Myers x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Mention of medical procedure, mental health facility, and guns.

A/n: This is my very first fanfic ever! I wrote this with my partners help and I plan on making multiple chapters with my own art for each chapter. Please be considerate about my work since I am a beginner in writing Fanfics, my formatting may be a bit strange. This is an RZ Mikey with my own headcanon thrown in with some relevant reference to the entire series mixed in and out.

Overview: Y/n is an expertly skilled phlebotomist that is asked to come into the Haddonfield 'sanitarium' for a special specimen extraction.

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Chapter 1

The sun is setting on the small town of Haddonfield and a cozy orange light seeps through the hospital break room window where you are gathering your belongings to head home. You moved here from Chicago 4 months ago to get away from the stress and cost of the big city. The hospital here was smaller and needed skilled phlebotomists for the towns aging population to be able to get adequate testing done with minimal injury. You were top of your game back in Chicago and when you heard there was an opening to move to a small hospital you jumped at the chance fully knowing you would be first pick. The people here were kind and friendly but only going as far as surface level, it felt like they were all timid of strangers and not to mention the overcrowded mental health facility that expanded after a gruesome incident occurred a while back involving a masked killer. Many of the population that went through the event had become traumatized and unable to cope with the severe PTSD, you knew this town had a dark past but no one seemed to want to talk about it and you certainly weren’t one to push people.

Deanna, a nurse you had become familiar with approached you and said there was a call for you from the Forensic Psychiatry hospital. You felt a bit taken aback at being specifically requested by such a place so you decide to inquire further.

Deanna “I wasn’t able to find you so I took a message down with the number, they want you to call them back as soon as you can, it sounds important” she hands you the paper with her note on it. You open the note and it reads ‘Requesting *Y/N* for difficult specimen extraction, please call 987-8771 ASAP’. You lock eyes with Deanna and she just shrugs, you get up to go over to the wall phone and dial the number. 

Beeeeeep …… beeeeep……. Beeeeeep…. “Hello, Dr.Loomis speaking” 

“Hi, this is *Y/N* I am returning a call about a difficult specimen?” You try not to sound tired.

“Oh yes, thank you for calling me back so quickly. There is a patient here who needs some bloodwork done for forensic purposes and we have had an extremely troubling time getting his sample. I was informed that you are a very skilled phlebotomist, it was said you could draw blood from a stone.”

You blush at the notion of being almost magically talented “Well, I do have quite a few years of experience under my belt so I am confident in my ability to draw from challenging veins. How come it has been so hard for others? Can you tell me a little about the patient?”

The doctor paused for a while and then spoke “Well the patient is a very large man with violent tendencies, his skin is tough to penetrate and he doesn’t take well to people being close to him. I am sure you have experienced such things in the hospital you were previously employed at in Chicago, so this should be no different”

A large violent man? Your curiosity has grown exponentially, you experienced many different types over the years, some of the worst were the criminals with unstable behaviors, but you still always got a sample from them as if they trusted you naturally from the start.  Your job forced you to be in people’s intimate spaces and it was always a risk for you.

“Ok when do you need me to come in?”

Dr.Loomis responded in a very straightforward tone “Right away, let me give you the address”

You write down the address and say goodbye then hang up the phone. 

Deanna had been listening the whole time: “Who was that? What is the situation there?” She had never been so inquisitive in your work before. 

You reply “It was a Dr. Loomis; he needs me to head over to the forensic hospital right now and get a specimen". You were already tired from the 12hr shift today but you had an obligation to provide service wherever you are needed. You look over to Deanna, she was white as a sheet, before you could ask what was wrong, she begins to speak “Oh god, that could only mean…. *Y/N* make sure you are careful; you have a right to refuse unsafe work just remember that ok?” she quickly speeds out of the room. 

Now you are worried, what am I going to be dealing with? Deanna reacting like that was very unusual but you didn’t have time to think about it so you gather your belongings and set off. 

The Forensic hospital is now within your sight, you pull into the parking lot located outside of the massive iron gate with the buildings name on it ‘Smith’s Grove Sanitarium’. It’s already dark outside as the sun had set fully a few minutes ago.For the first time in your career, you feel intimidated. What’s stranger, is that this new feeling excites you: who is this large violent man? I hope he doesn’t give me a hard time. You head up to the buzzer and press down and the gate unlocks immediately, they were expecting you. As you enter the building, the walls are a grayish white and the lights are dimmer than you have typically seen, an oppressive energy is given off from the high ceiling that looms over you. You get to the front desk where a man dressed in all white greets you with an expressionless face, he gives you instructions to go to the basement and find the ward supervisor who would get you set up. You feel a bit perplexed and ask “Where is Dr.Loomis? He is the one who contacted me” The man turns away and mutters “He hasn’t been to this hospital in ten years” You quickly follow up with “Is he still in charge of the patient?” The man is now digging through some files and looks back at you and replies “Dr.Loomis can’t do anything more for him, he just manages the legal files and makes special requests if needed, you better hurry down there so you can get out of here quicker” and with that he walked off with a few folders and disappears down the hall. You get a sense of urgency and quicken your step towards the elevator, you press the button for the basement floor and the doors immediately open; The elevator feels like it is taking longer than usual to get to your floor, eventually the doors open and you see a long hallway with many barred checkpoint doors. At the entrance you see a small man sitting in a chair watching some security camera screens, you walk up to him and state your name and why you are there, he cuts you off mid-sentence and says “Don’t worry I know who you are, follow me, all the supplies are already set up outside his room” This hospital did not feel very well run and seemed like it was not there for care and rehabilitation but more for confinement and punishment. 

You make your way through 4 checkpoints and turn a corner and end up at a huge metal door with one small porthole window and dozens of security locks. what were they keeping down here? Why are they being so secretive about this patient? The door is guarded by 2 well-armed men who held large guns in their arms on either side of the door. You spot a familiar cart with all the tools you need for a successful blood draw.  You look at the small man and ask “Where is the patients requisition form?” he sighs and replies “Don’t worry it’s all set up, no need to check we just need you to be quick” You are given the tubes you require and you promptly grab the needed items, as you grab the standard needle the small man laughs and says “Girlie, you are going to need a much bigger gauge for this patient, he might have deep veins but they are huge” You hide your annoyed expression, he shouldn’t try to tell you what to do, they did call YOU after all.  Once you have everything you need the man begins to open the door and says “Be as quick as you can, he is heavily sedated right now but it only works for so long”. The two guard walk into the room with you following right behind them.

When you get inside the room it is extremely dark except for one light that shines down on a bed with what looks like a giant on it. You stop for a second to take in what you are seeing, this man had to have been 6’8” at minimum. The small man snorts and says “I told you he was big, better be quick!” Dr.Loomis’ words echo in your head Large...tough skin… violent you pick up your pace and walk up to this monstrosity of a man and set your things down on the extra bed space near his arm. The man is strapped down all over the place in tight restraints but he is breathing very slowly, he doesn’t react at all to your movements. You grab your tourniquet and try to get it around his massive bicep, you can’t fit the tourniquet enough to tie a loop for occlusion and just as you remove it the small man is behind you and quietly whispers “here, this is the largest one we have… I thought you were briefed on him” You grab the large tourniquet and tie it around the patient’s bicep tight, the beast of a man doesn’t even move. You can already see his vein, it is massive and bulging. These veins are entry level, why has this been such a struggle? You untie the tourniquet and begin cleaning the patients arm and you notice the guards holding their weapons at the ready aimed at the large man. He must be relentlessly violent if they are already aiming at him, I better hurry up. You get your needle ready and retie the patients arm and prepare to poke; the needle goes in with a bit of resistance but when you engage the tube dark red blood starts bursting in and vibrates your sample tube. This man has strong valves so it takes you no time to fill the tubes, once you get to the final tube you set it down after it fills and get the gauze ready for the pull out, when you take out the needle and press the gauze you look up at the patient and your eyes widen. A face covered in long scraggly hair is now staring at you, through the strands you can make out a strong jaw covered in stubble and 2 icy blue eyes that make you feel like time has frozen …until you hear the guards lift their guns and warn you to quickly step back and get out of the room. You snap into action and grab your belongings and race out of the room followed by the guards and they quickly shut and lock the door. You are sweating from fear and you look into the porthole window and he is still staring at you with no expression. The small man starts chuckling “Oh wow that was a close one, it seems the sedation was wearing off sooner than later but I am glad you got the blood” You nod and start taking in air and you back away from the window, you hand the specimens to the small man and settle your nerves. Those eyes, that massive body… for the first time in a while your thoughts gave you butterflies, how can I feel like this after that encounter! But the excitement was more than you had ever felt in years and the man you took blood from seemed unreal, his size alone was mythical and those eyes… they were cold and seemingly dead but you felt a whisper of spirit behind them, an evil spirit.

As you walk away you notice a placard on the wall next to the patient’s door and you read it carefully, you see the name that invoked tales of horror among the people of Haddonfield, that well known name that no one wanted to speak. Michael Myers.

[ponderingmoonlight]

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Complilations

[wc-confessions]

There's a couple Warriors fanfics I was reading 10 years ago as a young teen which I deeply loved. I even remember printing one of them into a mock "book" with a cover made of google image pictures lovingly printed and pasted to resemble the old WC covers. Both were unfortunately unfinished, one of them I'm pretty sure disappeared with skyblogs and the other I have found again but the author has been inactive for years now.

I was wondering something and I'd love to hear other people's opinions !

Ever since I've found that the Warriors fandom even existed a couple years ago (grew up without social media) I started drawing and animating to join in on the fun.

Now that I'm starting to be satisfied with my skills, I'd love nothing more than to make fanarts/animations about these fanfics that I loved growing up, as a tribute but also because I still genuinely enjoy the stories now that I've skimmed through them again. They're pretty dated and edgy but in a really nostalgic way.

I would NOT claim the characters or stories as my own, just credit the original authors, but I also wonder if I were to make this kind of things, if that would be respectful considering the authors are not really around anymore ? From my perspective it's a love letter to them but it's not really like I can ask permission from long abandoned accounts...

There's also that I don't know if it would be prudent to leave links back to the story that is still up, as it's quite literally from 10 years ago, written by a teen, and by today's standards could be seen as a little dicey I guess (namely, the main character having kits a little young (think Ferncloud or Moth Flight-adjacent except her mate is the same age as her)). I don't want anyone to leave disparaging comments to someone's 10 year old edgy cat fanfic, even if the author probably won't see it.

By the way I forgot to mention but it's an OC story with some canon characters mixed in at some points. It's not in english but in my native language.

I haven't done anything yet because I'm still on the fence of if it would be okay or not. If the situations were reversed I'd be flattered that someone liked my story that much, maybe embarassed if I saw my past art as cringe... but I can't simply go off of my own feeling, especially since I'm new to the whole "community/fandom" thing and am still learning what's acceptable or not.

TL:DR : If everyone has any insight, I'd love to have second opinions on if doing fanarts of old abandoned fanfics is okay !

Anyway. I'm sorry for the long and peculiar question !! I wish everyone a good day !

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[zapreportsblog]

I love the last fanfiction. It is SOOO good. I like how you put the reader as student instead of a teacher's aide, it made much more sense for the plot. Also love there is a possibility that her daughter could become a lioness later on in life. Love how Rosalie and Alice work together to protect her daughter. My favorite part is where the major punches Edward in the jaw, so satisfying. Keep up the good work.

The next fanfic I would like you to is.

Garrett x Taller Female Reader.

She is a tattoo artist. has martial arts training. She can sing. They first meet in a bar. Feel free to freestyle however you would like with these details.

Now you’re just flattering me, and yeah I know you wanted her to be the teachers aid but her as a student would make the note passing a bit simpler and less sus if students could see them passing notes in class. As for with Alice and Rosalie I know Rosalie has a soft spot for kids so I just assumed Alice would be the same and since they can’t have any I’m sure if they did they wouldn’t want their kid caught up in the admits of drama and would get as far away from that situation as possible. But I am glad you enjoyed it and I got the perfect idea for how to write this new story for you :)

❝ tattoos and bar talks ❞

✭ pairing : garrett x reader

✭ fandom : twilight x reader

✭ summary : garrett takes bella to go get a tattoo because he’s just badass like that, starting a conversation up with her tattoo artist he finds her equally badass, so he asks her out to a bar.

✭ authors note : garrett would totally do sone shit like this

✭ twilight masterlist

Bella Swan had always been drawn to the idea of getting a tattoo, but her desire was met with resistance from her family and even her dad. However, her curiosity and determination led her to enlist the help of a certain troublemaker, Garrett. He was known for his rebellious spirit, and Bella hoped he might be the one to help her finally get her desired ink.

One afternoon, Bella found herself standing before Garrett, her request clear in her eyes. "Will you take me to get a tattoo?" she asked, not divulging the true reason behind her wish.

Garrett's lips curled into a mischievous grin as he looked at Bella. "You know, the Cullens and your dad would have my head if they found out."

Bella nodded, her expression earnest. "I know, but I really want this, Garrett."

He chuckled. "Alright, Swan. I'm in. Let's go."

They drove to the neighboring town where a skilled tattoo artist awaited. As they arrived at the tattoo parlor, Bella felt a mix of excitement and nerves. She was ready to take this step, even if it meant going against her family's wishes.

Inside the parlor, Bella and Garrett were greeted by a woman with a warm smile. "Hey there, folks. Looking to get some ink?"

Bella nodded, her heart pounding with anticipation. "Yeah, I want a small swan on my inner wrist."

The woman, whose name was (y/n), gave a nod of approval. "A swan, huh? Nice choice. It's a graceful symbol."

As (y/n) prepared for the tattoo, Garrett was about to follow Bella to the back when he was stopped by the person at the front desk. "Sorry, buddy, you can't go back there with her."

Disappointed, Garrett shrugged. "Fine. Can I at least sit by the curtain entrance?"

The person at the desk agreed, and Garrett took his seat, his eyes trained on the curtain. He could hear Bella's soft voice and the hum of the tattoo machine. In an attempt to offer support, he began talking to her through the curtain.

"Hey, Swan, you okay back there?"

Bella's voice came through, slightly shaky but determined. "Yeah, I'm good. It's just a little uncomfortable."

As the minutes passed, Garrett struck up a conversation with (y/n). "So, (y/n), how long have you been doing tattoos?"

"About five years now," she replied, her focus on her work. "I love being able to create art on people's skin. It's a unique way of self-expression."

As (y/n) continued her work, she struck up a conversation with Bella as well. "Almost done, Bella. This piece has turned out to be one of my favorites."

Bella smiled, relieved. "That's great to hear."

Garrett's curiosity got the better of him. "Hey, what design is she getting?"

"It's a swan," (y/n) answered, her voice soft and gentle.

Garrett chuckled. "Swan? Isn't that ironic, Bella?"

Bella laughed softly. "Yeah, I guess it is."

After some time, (y/n) announced that the tattoo was finished. Bella emerged from behind the curtain, her wrist adorned with the small swan. Garrett looked at the tattoo with a sense of pride for Bella's determination.

Bella thanked (y/n) with a smile before turning to Garrett. "Thanks for being here, Garrett."

He grinned. "Anytime, Swan."

As they left the tattoo parlor, Garrett turned to (y/n). "You know, this may sound forward, but how about we continue this conversation over drinks at the pub tomorrow night?"

(y/n)'s eyes sparkled with amusement. "You're quite the bold one, aren't you? Sure, I'll take you up on that offer."

With a wink and a smile, Garrett and (y/n) exchanged contact information, setting the stage for an unexpected connection that had been sparked by a simple desire for a tattoo.

Garrett dropped Bella off at home, a sense of contentment filling him after their little adventure. But his evening was far from over. He headed to the pub in the neighboring town where he was set to meet (y/n). Their earlier conversation had sparked his curiosity, and he was eager to learn more about her.

Inside the cozy pub, he found (y/n) sitting at a table, a welcoming smile on her face. He took a seat across from her, and they greeted each other warmly. The low lighting of the pub and the hum of conversations around them created an intimate atmosphere.

"Hey there," Garrett said with a grin.

(y/n) chuckled. "Hey, troublemaker."

They began to talk as they sipped on their drinks and shared some appetizers. Garrett learned that (y/n) had been practicing martial arts since she was a child. Her dedication to self-defense intrigued him, and he found himself impressed by her determination.

"You do martial arts?" he asked, genuinely interested.

(y/n) nodded, her eyes shining with passion. "Yeah, I've always been drawn to it. It's not just about the physical aspect, but the discipline and mental focus it requires."

Garrett couldn't help but admire her even more. "That's pretty badass, I have to say."

They continued to talk about their interests, and Garrett shared his love for traveling. He had a knack for storytelling, and he described some of his adventures with animated enthusiasm. (y/n) listened intently, hanging on his every word.

"Traveling sounds amazing," (y/n) said, a hint of longing in her eyes. "I've always dreamed of visiting different places."

Garrett grinned. "Well, if you ever want a travel buddy, you know where to find me."

As they continued their conversation, they stumbled upon the topic of strange talents. Garrett raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. "So, what's your strange talent?"

(y/n) chuckled, looking slightly embarrassed. "Well, I can sing, but here's the strange part: I can sing with my mouth closed, kind of like a ventriloquist."

Garrett burst into laughter. "That's definitely one of the most unique talents I've heard."

(y/n) laughed too, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. "Yeah, I guess it's a bit weird, but it's always been a fun party trick."

Their laughter filled the air, creating a sense of ease and comfort between them. As the night went on, Garrett and (y/n) found themselves lost in conversation, oblivious to the passage of time. They shared stories, dreams, and even the occasional playful teasing.

The pub's closing time seemed to arrive too soon, and Garrett realized that he was genuinely enjoying his time with (y/n). He didn't want the night to end, but he knew they both had their own lives to return to.

With a sigh, he looked at (y/n). "I had a great time tonight."

(y/n) smiled warmly. "Me too. Thanks for inviting me out."

As they stood up from the table, Garrett eyes widened briefly, “Holy shit, how am I just now noticing how much taller you are than me?”

It wasn’t that big of a difference in height, (y/n) hung over Garrett with a few inches above his normal height. One would say it’s the heels she’s wearing but if you looked down she wasn’t wearing any.

She laughs with her head thrown back, “Yeah most people don’t notice it until they look down and realize I’m not wearing any heels.” She smiles throwing him a smirk right after, “Is my height a problem troublemaker?”

Garrett felt a sense of connection that he hadn't experienced in a long time. He knew that this was just the beginning of their journey, and he was excited to see where it would lead.

“Not at all.”

As they said their goodbyes and parted ways, Garrett couldn't help but feel a growing anticipation for what the future held, both for him and for the intriguing woman he had just spent the evening with.

[erroramended-blog]

Sketch dump extravaganza!

So, the end is near. The end of the owl house that is. I’m excited, and nervous, and happy and sad, and all sorts of other feelings all at once. This show really meant a lot to me, and this is the first time I’ve ever been THIS involved in making stuff for a fandom. It really helped me grow in both my art and my writing, so as a sort of sent off, I put together this! It’s a look back on my Owl house journey in the form of sketches I never posted, process pics, and unfinished works, along with some creator commentary!

Starting it off with a ton of Hunter! Hes been my most drawn victim subject, and one of my top faves. Above is a number of sketches I never finished and a few alternate goof arounds. Sometimes when I feel stuck trying to capture an expression I draw the most basic version of what I wanna get across, both for my amusement and to get out of the funk. More to see below the cut.

This next one was started during the hiatus after Yesterdays Lie and never finished. It proved a bit too challenging at the time.

That background was waaay above my skill level at the time, so this is as far as I got. You’ll notice, Willow is the only fully drawn character. I just really liked how she was coming out.

I already wanted Hunter to be part of the friend gang before he’d even met Willow and Gus, and I wanted them all to have a fun human realm adventure hiking and having a picnic. Here are some sketch highlights.

Hunter found a good walking stick, and then Flapjack found one too. Ghost in a cat backpack, Gus with a dandelion.

Next up is an early imagining of what Belos’s final form might look like.

With a scared Hunter for scale. It was also related to my long running fanfic (good days bad days and all the days in between)  written during that same hiatus along with a few other arts.

Hunter was not the only character I liked to make suffer. Here are a few Raine sketches related to that fic (on the right) and a few unfinished pieces from after we met Terra (On the left)

Next up, in a continuation of the Raine suffering. (And my terrible goofy looking thumbnail sketch on the upper left.)

Sketches from my happy then sad Raine and Eda fanart, featuring dead (or mostly dead) Raine. Fun fact, both the content, and style used here were inspired by the short animated film Fuelled, in which a cat wife seeks revenge for the murder of her cat husband. (Ok, it was actually inspired by a Fuelled fan AMV set to Mitski’s Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear, but still, beautiful film, go check it out.) For a change of pace, here’s something cute.

Big happy family with young bats, and baby Hunter. This was going to be for an unfinished fic I started in which the bats are already Raine’s adopted kids, and, unable to let baby Hunter suffer, Raine kidnaps him, and goes to Eda for help. Happy family shenanigans ensue.  Here’s a chunk of that fic. (and we’re back to suffering for both Raine and Hunter, so be warned) -- “Eda, I-I am so sorry to show up like this, but—” Raine swallowed hard, and looked over their shoulder into the distance. Fear in their eyes, like something was going to pop out of the woods and get them. “I did something...and I am in so much trouble and...and I didn’t know who else to turn to.” The kids behind them looked up at her with a mix of fear and hope. One of the younger ones clung to Raine’s pant leg, looking especially weary. “You owe me an explanation.” She said, stepping aside. “But it can wait. Get in here.” “Thank you,” They said, sounding beyond relieved, and absolutely exhausted. The kids followed them inside, and Eda paused in the doorway, looked out into the night, unsure what she was expecting to see. Nothing was out there. “Hey, Hooty.” Eda said quietly. The house demon sleepily gave a hoot of acknowledgment “Keep an eye out. Let me know if you see anything.”  With that she shut the door, and turned to face the...complicated situation she was suddenly faced with. Raine had set the youngest child down on her couch. There was a wad of bloody gauze secured to the kids ear. “Do you have any healing supplies?” Raine asked, firmly focused on the injured ear. “Anything for pain?”  

“Yeah.. uh, I’ll grab um.” she said, moving to fetch the kit. The whole situation was bizarre and confusing, but getting everyone taken care of had to be the first priority.

One of the kids followed her. 

“Do you have any food?” The little pony-tailed kid asked. Truth be told, no, she didn’t. Not much anyway. She really needed to keep more around, especially now that she had— oh, she should mention that. It’s a good thing he was a pretty heavy sleeper.

“Kitchens that way” She said, pointing “Don’t burn the place down. Help yourself to what you find. What are you, five?”

“I’m ten” The kid said “Hunter is five. I’m not five, I’m not a baby.”

“Good for you.” She said, digging through the half depleted healer's kit. “Don’t touch the bottle with the apple on it.”

“Katya,” Raine called, worry in their voice “Where did you go? Come back here please.”

“Sorry!” said the kid whose name was apparently Katya. The kid ran back to the living room, and Eda followed. She handed over the kit.

“It’s not much,” She said. “I can see about whipping up a pain potion. I gotta look up the doses for a kid — how old is...”

“I told you, Hunter is five!” Katya said, exasperated. 

“Katya, please.” Raine said, sounding more tired than frustrated. “Yes, he’s five.”

--

Next up, an unfinished crossover between Owl House and Hades Town

Set to the song Doubt Comes In, with Raine as Orpheus and Eda as Eurydice. I never finished it because I didn’t like how it was turning out (and it was way to much work, lol.) But I still love the crossover. Some highlights below.

Next, sketches from things that did end up finished.

And a few alternate poses and expressions from finished stuff.

Here’s King, and an itty-bitty Eda.

And some post Kings Tide sketching.

Another happy family type sketch from waaay back

and lastly, me!

Its me as an owl house character, featuring a spider beast form, and non-binary cape! So there you have it!

In it’s final secret title message to us, Owl House thanked us for watching, so I want to thank it back for all the entertainment and inspiration it gave me (And thanks to those who have followed, liked, reblogged and commented on my art and writing along the way.). I’m gonna miss it, and I wish it hadn’t been cut short, but I’m looking forward to its last episode. Goodbye Owl House.

[hungergams23]

What's your headcanon for Katniss and Peeta's children?

How old was Katniss when give birth to their daughter?

How many years apart between them in age?

Your headcanon for their name?

Who gets the singing and art skill from their parent?

Bonus question : please give recs of your fav everlark post-Mockingjay fanfic.

Thank you :)

@curiousthg

Как вы относитесь к детям Китнисс и Пита? Сколько лет было Китнисс, когда у них родилась дочь? Какая разница в возрасте между ними? Как вы относитесь к их имени? Кто из родителей унаследовал навыки пения и рисования? Дополнительный вопрос: пожалуйста, дайте комментарии к вашему любимому фанфику everlark после Сойки-пересмешницы. Спасибо :) @curiousnonny

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Hello. It's been a long time since we've seen each other. I'm sorry that I can't answer your questions, there is a shadow ban on my blog, as soon as it is removed, I will answer all questions properly. In the meantime, you can ask and I will see in the activity that the question was. That way I'll know what else you remember about me.

Well, now let's move on to the questions that are very interesting!!!

Katniss and Pete's kids are insanely cute, they're just sweethearts. Very cute children who will bask in the love and care of their parents. I'm just confident that they're wonderful parents.

Hmmm, the exact age when Katniss gave birth was not specified in the book. But if you roughly calculate, then she was somewhere …. 32-33 years old, then she gave birth. By the way, an interesting fact is that Jennifer Lawrence was almost the same age when she gave birth to her son Cy. Although I may be wrong about the ages. You know, Susan Collins is a very mysterious woman and did not give exact numbers.

And still we don't know the exact age, but if my memory does not fail, then when Katniss and Pete's son was born, the girl was about 7 or something like that. Because she had to go to school.

Oh, I've already read so many Hunger Games fanfictions that there are just a lot of names, but I like Willow and Sam better. This combination is incredibly beautiful. And these are also the names of the actors who played the dead, I don't know how I got it all mixed up, but I like it. And I'm just incredibly happy to think that the children of the guys were played by Jennifer's nephews. And as I look at Josh as a father, I realize more and more that he will be a good dad in real life.

Well, of course, Willow inherited the gift of singing from her mother, she also sings like Katniss. That even the birds fall silent when she sings. This is an insanely artistic beautiful girl with bows, who constantly sings uncomplicated melodies around the house. But Sam took after his dad and draws well. You see, in a couple of years he will be able to create the same masterpieces as his father.

Oh, well, here you completely baffled me with such a question. I read an insane amount of fan fiction about the Hunger Games, but I guess I'll take "unlocked feelings." This is the only thing I remembered at two o'clock in the morning from my huge list. However, follow the links in the pinned post and you will find a lot of fanfiction in the collection. And you can also read mine, only it's still in the works.

Thanks for the very interesting questions❤

Привеееет. Давно мы с тобой не виделись. Прости, что не могу ответить на твои вопросы, на моем блоге теневой бан, как только его снимут, я буду отвечать на все вопросы как надо. А пока можешь задавать и я буду видеть в активности, что вопрос был. Так я буду знать, что ты еще помнишь обо мне.

Ну а теперь переходим к вопросам, которые очень интересные!!!

Дети Китнисс и Пита безумно милые, они просто душки. Очень милые дети, которые будут купаться в любви и заботе родителей. Я просто уверенно, что они замечательные родители.

Хмммм, точно в книге не был указан возраст, когда Китнисс родила. Но, если, примерно подсчитать, то ей где-то.... 32-33 года было, тогда она родила. Кстати, интересный факт, что Дженнифер Лоуренс было почти столько же, когда она родила своего сына Сая. Хотя я могу ошибаться в возрастах. Знаете, Сьюзен Коллинз очень загадочная женщина и точных чисел не дала.

И все так же мы не знаем точного возраста, но, если моя память не подводит, то, когда родился сын у Китнисс и Пита, то девочке было около 7 или что-то вроде того. Потому что она должна была идти в школу.

Ох, я перечитала уже столько фанфиков по голодным играм, что имён просто тьма, но мне больше нравится Уиллоу и Сэм. Такое сочетание оно безумно красивое. А еще это имена актеров, которые играли погибших, уж не знаю как у меня все смешалось, но мне нравится. И я просто безумно рада от мысли, что детей ребят играли племянники Дженнифер. А пока я смотрю на Джоша в роли отца, то все больше понимаю, что он будет хорошим папой в реальной жизни.

Ну, конечно, же Уиллоу унаследовала дар пения от мамы, она так же поёт как и Китнисс. Что даже птицы замолкают, когда она поёт. Это безумно артистичная красивая девочка с бантиками, которая постоянно белая по дому поёт незамысловатые мелодии. А вот Сэм пошёл в папу и хорошо рисует. Глядишь через пару лет он сможет создавать такие же шедевры, как и его отец.

Ох, ну тут ты меня совсем поставил в тупик таким вопросом. Я читаю безумно много фанфиков про голодные игры, но, наверное, я возьму "незапертые чувства" . Это единственное, что я вспомнила в два час ночи из своего огромного списка😂. А впрочем перейдите по ссылки в закрепленном посте и в сборника найдёте много всяких фанфиков. А еще можете прочитать мой, только он ещё в работе.

Спасибо за очень интересные вопросы❤