#OOH also for anyone who's tagged me in or asked me something.. i see them and i WILL do them i'm just so low energy rn

[simstoyourdismay]

HELLO IT IS MY DAUGHTER’S CANON BIRTHDAY TODAY!!1!!!1!

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Ooh, what if Price/Ghost/Gaz/Laswell came across their childhood best friend? Reuniting with reader who was there for them through thick and thin, until they joined the military and lost contact 🙏

I've been reading/re-reading some of your works!! They're so good! Also, I'm sorry those teenagers were pricks to you, hope you have some better days soon!

Hello! I have to say, I'm genuinely surprised anyone reads my rambles in the tags, I didn't think anyone would, but thank you! You don't know how much I appreciate it! Today was already a much better day, which is why I decided to write and post two requests today! This is a lovely request, very nice! Love me some platonic stuff as well! Sometimes all you need is a good friend by your side!

Price, Gaz, Ghost and Laswell Come Across their Childhood Best Friend

Price: He actually thinks about you from time to time, more often than he’d like to admit. You were a good person in his eyes, always there for him no matter what he went through, which is something he could appreciate. His childhood wasn’t particularly bad, but he had some days where he would have loved to simply throw in the towel, which is normal, though. Price was a rowdy guy when he was young, so you likely either went along with some of his ideas or were kind enough to talk him out of them. Either way, he appreciated having you around, so seeing you again would be quite the surprise, he didn’t think he ever would again. If he’s on a mission, then the talk will be kept short, but afterwards he’ll make sure to seek you out again, catch up a bit and ask you how you’ve been. Price didn’t expect to have missed you this much, but he only realized that once he saw you. You’ll either be going to one of the cafes you used to visit nearby, or maybe sit down on a park bench and maybe eat some sandwiches together, just like you used to during the good old times. Since you’d likely be around his age, so roughly 37-38, you’d have a lot to tell. Roughly 22 years you need to catch up on. He’s willing to talk to you, tell you about his career, how he's been doing, about the people he’s met and how he’s feeling. Considering this much time has passed, there’s a good chance you’ve both mellowed out quite a bit, but it isn’t unpleasant, you’re both mature people now. He likes hearing about everything you’ve accomplished, it’s like you became a new person during all those years. It’s so lovely to him, he sort of can’t believe it. Whether it’s a coincidence, or maybe you sought him out, it doesn’t matter, spending time with you again brings back all those memories he thought he had since forgotten about. He laughs, he smiles, he frowns. He’s a bit more expressive with you, but really wants to reminisce about the good old times. Even so, he hopes to be able to see you again more often, so you’ll likely exchange numbers. This time he tries to make sure to not lose contact with you and will text you every once in a while.

Gaz: When he was a child, Gaz was a lot calmer than he is today, a very quiet kid. He had always been a good boy, a gift in the eyes of many, but he wasn’t as active a child as one would imagine. Ergo he didn’t have very many friends until he became older either, but he was loyal to the few he did have. You were one of them. As you slowly started to grow apart, he started to miss you, but didn’t want to bother you either, as much as he would have loved to do so. So I’m sure you can imagine the surprise on his face when he found you at the mall the two of you would hang out in during rainy days. Gaz has become more confident, so he’d immediately walk up to you once he recognises you and start talking. Like Price, he’d be pleasantly surprised to just see you in such a mundane place, but won’t question it. Or complain about it either. In fact, if you’re not carrying anything heavy, he’d be the one to suggest going out to eat or drink something. Again, either a small and quiet cafe or a small restaurant. Maybe you’d go to a place you liked when you were kids, if it’s still open. Regardless, it’d be hard to get him to shut up with how excited he is to have you around. It’s a calm kind of excitement, but he’s happy, and that’s what’s important. It’s very likely that he’ll pay for your food, even if you insist he shouldn’t, but it’s not like he has any other use for his money. Chatting with him about the good old times is very sweet, he likes to bring up all the good things. But eventually, he’ll thank you for everything you’ve done for him and how happy he was to have you as a friend. Considering there were very few people who tried to get to know him, he was quite lonely, but you fixed that. You made everything better. From the pain on his knee when he fell as you gave him a band-aid, to the pain in his heart when the other children ridiculed him. Like Price, he’ll ask you if you want his number so you could continue to keep in contact with each other. He knows it’ll likely never be the same again, but he can pretend everything is as good as it used to be back when he was young. He’d love to spend time with you again.

Ghost: This man has had one of the worst childhoods imaginable. He was abused by his father, and the only friends he had aside from you were his mother and his brother. Barely anyone was kind towards him or accepted him considering he had always been the weird kid. No one but you wanted to spend time with him. Needless to say, Ghost had taken a liking to you when he was younger. You spent your time with him, you even defended him when some of the other kids ridiculed him. And now, 12 years later, he finds you running after a coin you accidentally dropped on the ground, bumping into him as you did so. He’d be wide eyed at first, a bit quiet as well. Once you left he never would have thought he’d ever find someone like you again, but here you were, just as quiet and surprised to see him. Ghost would pick up the coin for you and ask you how you’ve been. It had been a while. Although he’s not usually one to smile, especially not in public, you could see him faintly do so. He’s become a quiet man, so he won’t be talking too much about everything, especially not everything that happened after he joined the military, but he’s more than willing to talk to you about other matters. His life has become better over the past few years, but that doesn’t mean he isn't scarred still. He’ll offer you a walk to just about anywhere, really, even if the final destination will always end up being one of the places you used to hang out in as children. An abandoned house, a park, a mall. Manchester is a fairly large city, so there’s much to see. It would be a bit rough to catch up with him entirely, but he loves to hear about everything you’ve accomplished. You’ve become such a mature person, it warms his heart to see how far you’ve come in life. Back then, when everything was so bleak, when neither of you thought you’d see your 28th birthdays, everything was different. But now, you’re smiling at him as you’re drinking your milkshake. You seem to be better off, and so is he. It makes him nostalgic to see all of this, but he’s happy. Ghost will offer you to come to his home if you want. Even now, he still loves you dearly as a friend and couldn’t be happier about the fact he’s found you again by chance.

Laswell: When she was young she was a healthy mix of rowdy and good. While she never caused much trouble, she did stand up for herself when she needed to. However, this alone was enough to get the attention of some awful people. People either liked her or hated her, there usually was no inbetween for them. Some people did try to bully her, but it never ended well since she would fight for herself, plus she had some good friends who would do the same for her. However, none of them could compare to you, as you were her best friend. All her joys she would celebrate with you, and all of her sadness she would share with you. Back then, things were simpler, something small meant the end of the world, but you always had each other’s backs. Laswell tries to not think about you too much since you slowly drifting apart is quite painful to her. As she grew older, she learned to live with the pain and it didn’t bother her as much. Still, she was very happy when you were sending her a message after all this time. She may have been at work, but responded to you immediately, having missed you just as much as you missed her. Once you meet up it’s evident you’ve both grown a lot older. Laswell has been working for the CIA since her twenties, so it’s been almost thirty years. You have a lot to catch up on, but you take your time, eating at a fancy restaurant and spending hours there, laughing at everything that’s happened. Laswell would show you photos of all the places she’s visited during her downtime. She’s seen almost the entire world, some of it with her wife, some of it without her. Although she doesn’t usually tell people she’s married, to another woman too, she knows you’re a safe person, you’ve always accepted her as she was. Considering how happy you looked when you saw her wife, she continued to tell you about the world. But you get your chance to tell her about everything that’s happened to you as well. If the conversation goes especially well, Laswell might invite you to a few outings every once in a while, after you’ve met up a few more times. Plus you get to meet her wife eventually as well, which is a real privilege. Considering how much she loves her and wants to protect her, not many know about her. It’ll be fun either way since you get to make more memories together again.

[fluffle-writes]

Yuu: So what kind of eye flavor do you have?

Malleus: That is, so wrong. Yet I’m intrigued by what you asked little friend.

Would the others outside Heartslabyul have eye flavors?

Also where is their mouth how do they eat? Is the flame that is inside the lamp in malleus head like a mouth? Incinerating everything he puts in?

Does the eye of the Heartslabyul residents double as one?

Weirdcore AU Masterlist Here!

Ooh, cool questions! I'm probably gonna get rambly as I answer them - worldbuilding is fun! Now, let's see...

I don't think many of the guys have features that stand out as being edible for Yuu - I feel like the eye flavours work best for Heartslabyul since it's like how flowers have nectar... Perhaps they can catch prey like that... Yuu is not beating the prey allegations (Leona would probably call them 'prey' instead of Herbivore lmao)

Epel has his apples as I talked about here, and the eye goop was elaborated on in this post, but until something stands out to me, I can't really pin anything down.

I suppose, if I give Azul tentacles, I could say that he can regrow them if they're cut off! These tentacles, when cooked, have a somewhat rich, meaty flavour with an underlying taste of ink. Depending on his emotional state when the tentacles are removed, they can either taste juicy and succulent (good emotional state) or somewhat acrid with the inky flavour overwhelming the taste of the dish (bad emotional state)

Now, as for how these guys eat, I feel like it's not so much 'eating' as it is 'absorbing energy' - and there's many different methods that they can use to sap their food (or their prey) of life-energy. I'll elaborate on a few here!

Quick CW Since this got pretty dark!

The following text contains: Mentions of hunting, Mentions of death (specified as slow + painful), potential vaguely implied cannibalism - please ask me to tag anything else that you believe I may have missed!

Oral Consumption

Utilised by anyone with a mouth! So, Ruggie (who has tail mouths like Mawile, and a head that opens up like a Demogorgon), Lilia, Rook, and Grim would all be able to use this method! They just sorta chow down - those with stronger jaws may even snack on things typically perceived as inedible to absorb some latent energy to keep themselves running if they're hungry enough.

Root Growth

This is often used by beings like the Heartslabyul guys and perhaps even Epel - who all have plant-like features. They can hold their food in their hands and grow roots into the food to sap it of nutrients! There is a particularly gruesome hunting strategy that some may use, where they grow these roots into the body of their prey without killing it - leading to a slow and painful death for the poor thing.

Burning

Malleus and Lilia can use this method! As you guessed, Malleus can burn through food to release its energy to be consumed! The flames they have are maintained by their life energy - which is why Malleus has so many - and cannot be put out by normal means. (This means that they're safe in water and strong winds!)

Technology

This method isn't often used - but Idia has sensory problems with his teeth and opts to use his more technological features to make eating more palatable for himself. He uses various machines to transform food into code and energy and loads it into his body using ports on his head - he may even consume the memories of prey that he's bought or captured for a more filling meal, using a headset he designed himself.

[fuckyeahladybug]

For the "love your fandom" ask game: 3, 5, 16?

A character that fandom has helped you appreciate:

Ooh, that’s a fun one. I have to shout out @flightfoot’s Alya meta here to start. I adore Alya in her own right (hence the profile pic) but sometimes other fans notice details I don’t.

Speaking of details I don’t notice, I love Plagg much more for having read countless fans’ analyses of tiny “throwaway” details in canon that establish his past and hidden depths.

And there’s Nathalie, of course. I would be obsessed if I watched ML alone in my home and never spoke of it to anyone, but all the regular posters in the Gabenath and Eminath tags have my whole heart for their depictions of her character. I have to shout out @stopaskingmetowearthatwig and their comic “Please Take Me Dancing Tonight.”

I’ll be cheeky and say that a specific subclass of @miraculoustakes anons have helped me appreciate a new side to Rolland as well 🫡

Something you see in fics a lot and love:

I’ll read just about anything that has Marinette teach Adrien to cook and/or plays with the idea that he might have lingering trauma/difficulties around food. @sing-in-me-oh-muse does this well. I’m also an absolute sucker for transfem Adrien, though all trans/genderweird Adriens have my whole heart.

I also love every writer who’s bravely asked the question: “What if Adrien, Marinette, Nino, and Alya all lived in the same apartment/building/college dorm and had Roommate Shenanigans?”

A tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate:

I’m not going to be able to find my screenshots rn, but in mid-S5 Adrien and Marinette have a picnic in the same place as the picnic where Gabriel presented Emilie with the peacock brooch and carried her off, presumably to conceive Adrien.

I’ve talked about this before, but the Gabriel/Marinette parallels in the show fascinate me. It goes beyond fashion design and into the ways they relate to the people around them, react to stress, and handle power. It’s always felt fitting that Marinette alone was with him as he made the wish and that their identity reveal was mutual. In Gabriel’s last moments, he and his enemy see each other wholly and completely, as they truly are.

Here’s the game if you want to participate!

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Tangerines and deers- part 11

Series masterlist

Tag list: @slut-f0r-u, @wee-little-mouse

“Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah. But, I’d have to think about other places. Americas just…”

“The worst?”

“Yeah.”

You laughed “I know.”

Maria and Ladybug talked while you talked with Tangerine.

“Look, I’ll see you eventually, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. And then we go on that date you owe me- both dates.”

“Both?”

“Well.. while you were knocked out I might’ve said that if you didn’t wake up in the next 5 seconds than you owe me a second date. So you owe me a second date.” You shrugged.

“I don’t mind.” He flirted.

“Deer! C’mon, we gotta leave soon.”

You kissed Tangerines cheek, and said goodbye to Lemon.

“Maybe it is just about how we frame it. Like maybe there’s no bad luck or good luck. Maybe we’re all just agents of fate.” Ladybug said as you guys walked towards her car.

“Ooh! nice car.”

“Yes, it is. Try not to bleed on it. Or puke.” She looked at you.

Then, a telephone pole crashed down on her car.

You snickered. “You were saying?” You looked to Ladybug.

You guys walked away, and ladybug picked up a bag of peas.

“Oo, wasabi peas.”

“Gross.” You said in disgust.

“Their not that bad. Fate obviously didn’t want me to have that banana. Fate did not want us to get in that car.”

“Fate also is a pain in my ass.” You said.

“Well, maybe you guys- or maybe just you learned something.”

“Fate needs me to find a smart toilet.”

“I take that back. Can you hold it?”

“I’m ballpointing.”

“Walk faster.”

“Okay. Yeah.”

❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎

It’s been days since the job, you’ve done nothing except sleep and stare at your phone, waiting for a text. Any text. And sometimes getting up to eat and drink.

The only people who had texted you were Maria and Ladybug.

There was then a knock on your door, you groaned, getting up annoyed, and opening the door.

It was Ladybug. He let himself in when you opened the door.

“What?” You asked him.

“Hey… Me and Maria are just worried. Thought I’d check in with you. You haven’t answered our texts-“

“I’m fine. I’m alive, right?”

He sighed and shook his head and said your name- your real name.

“If your upset about the British guy-“

“Tangerine.”

“Yeah, whatever, It’s some stupid guy. You shouldn’t waste your time on him.”

“I know.” You sighed. “It’s just that I thought I would have finally found someone, Y’Know? Maybe even the one. I know that sounds like super cliché, but it’s true.”

“It’s alright. You’re still young. You will find someone, I promise you.”

“Well, you’re old, you still don’t have anyone.” You said.

“First of all, Ouch, and secondly I don’t want anyone.”

“I guess.” You mumbled and your phone got a notification. You took it out of your pocket.

“Hey, sorry I haven’t texted. I’ve been busy, and we have decided that we are going to move to America. It seems the best and smartest idea for work and other things.”

Other things? You thought but continued reading.

“But anyways, I’m really sorry. And I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get there.”

“That him?” Ladybug asked, peeking at the message.

“Yeah.”

“That’s a shitty apology.”

“Well, I mean, he told me he doesn’t know shit about things like this. And that he never had a real girlfriend, only some in high school but they all used him.”

“Oh. Got it, got it. You’ve never had one either, though. You usually just hook up with whoever and then you’re done with them. This is good, I’m glad.” He said.

“Yeah. You were right, maybe I should just look at it like you do.”

“You don’t have to be me, I just want you to grow, as a person. And you are, and I’m happy you are. I’ll always be here for you.” He said, with a small smile.

You smiled back, and he hugged you this time.

Maybe it was time to look at things on the bright side, maybe this would work out after all.

[kissorkill16]

A New Journalist: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Trinity and Finch meet Quentin, and the journalist shares something with the kids.

Trinity walked home from school, her coin in her hand. She looked down at it, still worrying about what would happen to her if she lost this coin.

A hand on her shoulder startled her out of her thoughts.

"Hey!", she turned around to see Finch. What did she want?

"Hey, Finch...", said Trinity. "What do you want?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to talk, get to know you better and stuff. Nicky didn't come to school today, so I thought I'd walk and talk with you.", said the girl scout.

Trinity nodded.

Then something caught her eye. A light blue van parked in front of the Peterson house. And from somewhere through the backyard, a man in a green sweater and orange cap snuck to the front yard, and was about to get back into his van when Trinity called out to him.

"Hey you!"

The man jumped back from his car, and turned all around to see who called out to him. When his eyes landed on Trinity, he put a finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet.

Trinity ran across the street to the man, and Finch followed close behind her.

"What were you doing in there?", asked Trinity.

"Private investigation business, kid.", said the man. He looked behind her at Finch, and he smiled and held out his hand.

"Finch!", he said. "It's so great to see you again!"

Finch extended her hand and shook his. "Same to you, Quentin.", Finch turned to look at Trinity, who was all kinds of confused. "Trin, this is Quentin Gershowitz. He's a friend of my dad's, and he works at the Press."

Quentin showed Trinity his tag, "Yep.", he said. "And I was assigned to investigate the whereabouts of Aaron and Mya Peterson. Apparently, Mr. Peterson was screaming "Where is he?!", and everyone assumed he was talking about his children, so I was sent to look for them."

"Well, have you had any luck?", asked Trinity.

Quentin shook his head. "Sadly, no."

The man turned to Finch, "Finch, I might need your help on this. You remember that camera I gave you, right?"

Both girl's eyes widened.

Finch smiled nervously, "Um...about that."

"Me and my friends kind of broke it."

Both Finch and Quentin turned to look at Trinity, who had the most unreadable expression on her face. She looked almost emotionless, like she didn't care.

"You broke it?!"

"Yeah.", said Trinity. "But if you want to get angry at anyone, get angry at her.", Trinity pointed to the girl scout, who looked scared. "She's the one who took embarrassing pictures of my friend. Once on his first day of school, and another one while he was having a breakdown."

Quentin turned to look at Finch, "Seriously, Finch?", he said. "I told you, that camera was for investigation purposes only, and you're over here using it to take pictures of mental breakdowns?"

Finch rubbed her arm and looked at the ground, ashamed.

Quentin took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "Look, we'll talk about this with your dad later. But right now, I have work to do. I have a spare camera in my car, but I'm not letting you borrow it because of this newfound information.", he said before adding "Also, it's the last one I have."

Finch nodded, still looking at the ground.

"But all that aside, have you kids seen either of the Peterson kids around?"

Trinity shook her head. "No, we're on a different investigation."

Quentin leaned down, smiling at Trinity. "Ooh, a young detective, are you?", he said. "Well what's your little investigation about, sweetheart?"

Trinity backed away from Quentin, her expression still unreadable. "First of all, don't call me sweetheart. My name is Trinity. Second of all, it's none of your business. But if you must know, we're trying to figure out the identity of a certain crow man. Crowface ring any bells? Or perhaps, The Guest?"

Quentin stood back up. "How do you kids know about The Guest?"

Trinity reached into her pocket and took out her coin, extending her hand to show it to him.

"He came into my room in the middle of the night, and when I woke up, I found this on my bedside drawer. Along with a note saying "Mr. Peterson is gone, and so are you. Lose this coin, lose your life.", and now we're trying to find out who the hell is threatening me with death if I lose this coin.", she said in two breaths.

Finch stepped in, "Me and Nicky don't think he even has an identity, but they do.", she said, pointing to Trinity.

Quentin was at loss for words, he pressed his hands to his cheeks in horror. "Oh God, they've got you too.", he whispered.

"Who's got me?"

The man looked around, then guided the two girls to his van, closing the door behind them as they got inside, then he hopped into the driver's seat.

"Look, kids. I don't know what you did to get that, but I can tell it's not something good.", said Quentin.

Meanwhile, Trinity was still confused as hell. "What do you mean? Who's got me? Is...Is there more than one Crowface?"

Quentin took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, clutching the steering wheel. "I guess you could say that. But the thing is there's not more than one Crowface, but there is more than one raven man...or woman."

Trinity and Finch exchanged a look of confusion.

"Right.", said Quentin. "Judging by that look, I'm guessing you've never heard of the Forest Protectors."

Trinity and Finch shook their heads.

"Let me give you a little backstory."

Quentin reached into his glove compartment, pulling out a notebook. As he turned the pages, he finally found the one he was looking for.

"The Forest Protectors are human crows that lurk mysteriously in the woods of Raven Brooks, performing rituals and ceremonies to contain their luck. They have this little brass and emerald octagon device that curses the town with bad luck, meanwhile they keep all the good luck for themselves. No one knows where they come from, or where they truly originate from, but they are rumored to be real. Some people believe it, others don't."

Quentin turned the page.

"Anyone who dares intrude upon them in their sanctuary in the woods, are either killed, traumatized, or cursed.", he reached into Trinity's hand, taking the coin. "These coins represent bad luck, and if you lose them or throw them away, you'll never see the light of day again. For example, you know the real estate agent who got hit by a bread truck? Well she didn't believe the whole bad luck thing, and she threw her coin into the forest. And the employee at the hardware store, his coin fell out of his pocket, and...well...the rest you kids probably know."

Trinity nodded, "Oh I know alright.", she said, taking her coin back.

"So now, Trinity's life is in the hands of these crow people?", asked Finch.

"I'm afraid so, sweetie.", said Quentin.

"Quentin,...", said Trinity. "How do you know so much about the Forest Protectors?"

A moment of silence passed by before he answered her question.

"Because I was kidnapped by them once. They tied me up and locked me in a room filled with candles. I thought they had plans to kill me. Thankfully, I managed to escape."

"Do you know if they have any sort of connection with Mr. Peterson?", asked Finch.

"Maybe. They possibly do, but I don't fully know yet. I don't know what Mr. Peterson did to get on their bad side, but I do know that his bad luck is caused by them. They probably did something to their car to make it crash into that pizza delivery car and kill the wife, but I'm looking more into that.", replied Quentin.

Trinity looked down at her lap.

"Look, kids. I'm asking you, for your own safety, to stay away from the Forest Protectors. I know you think you're going in the right direction, but you're just children. And hell knows what those monsters do to children. I'm only investigating them because they could possibly lead to Aaron and Mya's whereabouts. But you kids, please don't get involved with this anymore. Okay?"

Trinity and Finch nodded, and got out of the van.

Quentin drove off, accidentally blowing smoke in Trinity's face. As she watched the car disappear into the distance, she stomped in the opposite direction.

"Trinity!", Finch called out to her, "Where are you going?"

"To investigate the Forest Protectors."

[georgieluz]

Hey Jules! 2, 9, 14, 19, 24, and 28 for the HBO War positivity ask game please ☺️

hi lou!! ofc ofc!! :)

2 - who are some your fav creators/mutuals?

i love all of my mutuals and every creator in the fandom bc everyone is just amazing!! but to list just a few @footprintsinthesxnd, yourself!! (@luckynumber4), @ep6bastogne @lamialamia @thewayisset @lewis-winters @jenkil @mads-weasley @hellofanidea @liptonwashere @malarkgirlypop @panzershrike-pretz @sweetxvanixlla @whollyjoly @samwinchesterslostshoe @next-autopsy @iceman-kazansky @heystovepipeboys @theflyingfin @cody-helix02 and many many more!

special shout out to the cult!! zim zam, my friends, zim zam!!! also i'm so sorry if i forgot to tag anyone!!

9 - a ship that you can't get enough of?

bradnate, andyeddie, snurgie, ronnix, lipluz, webgott, and no matter how much winnix i consume it never gets old so them too!

14 - your fav underrated character?

ooh this is always hard bc everyone classifies underrated as a different thing.. are burgie and harry underrated? if so, them! chuck grant, tab (this man is so loved he's can't be underrated but i couldn't not mention mr lover lover himself), alton more??? one of the most interesting easy co men for sure!! wish we had more of him (lol)

19 - what's your fav universally-accepted/fanon headcanon about a character?

ooh either all the nix childhood fanon or the andyeddie ghosts/afterlife/grief fanon.. yeah.. that hits the spot

24 - what wip from another creator are you most excited about?

all of @ep6bastogne's wips (yes i read all your tags about them in utter anticipation), @luckynumber4's burgie wip! anything @footprintsinthesxnd writes! same with @lewis-winters ALL of your wips sound so so sooooo up my street/my thing!! there are so many more but despite my plans to spend the day at home i actually have to leave the comfort of my bed and brave the cold outside, and i'm late already so i'm gonna have to stop listing, but it's very likely that i'm excited for almost every single wip any of you guys have!

28 - what's something that lives in your brain rent free and you want everyone to know about the show/the fandom/your works?

outside of hbowar??? oooh i have LOADS of things!! the thick of it!! it has such clever funny writing, the best dialogue and political satire ever, because it's just so true to life and accurate for uk politics. peter capaldi is fucking amazing in it! and you'll see a lot of uk actors that are famous for other things here. but yeah, it's just hilarious and witty and clever. love it. go watch it. ummm other than that, the korean band onewe!! please go listen to them, they are ridiculously talented and have the kindest most lovely and accepting fandom in the world. in fact, the hbo war fandom and onewe fandom are the only two fandoms i've ever felt happy and comfortable in. onewe write beautiful songs with the most gorgeous lyrics (they have a space series which is one of my all-time favourites). ALSO pride (2014) as a movie recommendation! this film is my comfort film but it tears me apart as well. some people watch it for the queerness and come away learning about welsh history too.. for others, it's the opposite. but as a welsh gay man for me both those elements are so important to who i am and my own identity, that this film is just feels so incredibly special to me. especially the character gethin who i really feel i can relate to a lot due to our circumstances. tim roth is someone who i always wanna shout about and who lives rent free in my head too. love that man so much. also the band the libertines!! because them and the strokes were my entire teenage years and i pretty much grew up with their music as my 'soundtrack'. ok i think that's enough, even though i definitely have way more to shout about. sorry i rambled!

for this ask game!

[sakumasmut]

Five Eccentrics x Ex-fine!Male!Reader

This idea wouldn’t leave my head, so I decided to just go for it. Hope others will enjoy it too!

tags/warnings: Cnc, hate sex, rough sex, breeding bench, cock rings, orgasm denial, anal sex, slapping, degradation, blowjobs, facefucking, cum swallowing, spitroasting, facials, aftercare

also on ao3

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard people’s voices from afar. Your current position didn’t allow you to face the door, but it wasn’t like you needed to see who would enter—you were well aware who was coming. The door swung open and the chatter died down, a soft chuckle rising above the remnants of noise.

“My my, what do we have here?” A smooth voice spoke as heavy footsteps approached you. You felt the leather of a gloved hand reach out to trace the curve of your back as Rei came into your vision. The vampire leaned down close to your face, and your Adam’s apple bobbed as you gulped.

“/Name/, formerly of fine, what a delight to see you like this.”

Your body was bound to a breeding bench, limbs locked in place with nylon clasps. Your knees dug into the cushion of the bench, your legs forced apart to present your ass to anyone and everyone. The rest of your body lay flat on the upper half, your arms also bound to either side of the contraption so that there was no leeway to move. A shining metal cock ring was clasped around the base of your erect member, with an extra ring that went around your scrotum holding your balls together, lifting them up just slightly to make sure they didn’t touch your crotch.

“It’s an amazing sight!” Wataru laughed heartily. “A good way to get rid of all that pent up anger, no?”

“I-I thought you didn’t hold a grudge!” You stammered, lifting your head up as best you could to look at Wataru.

“I don’t! But I can’t say the same for the other four, and it’s no fun to be left out!”

“And ‘this’ is Tenshouin’s ‘doing’?” Kanata asked, circling around to join Rei in peering at you. His gaze wasn’t mischievous like Rei’s, but the darkness in his emerald eyes sent chills down your spine.

“Don’t mention that filthy name.” Shu snapped, eyeing your body with a mixture of curiosity and disgust. “Though he…does have his ways. I’ll admit that.”

“Ooh, the anticipation makes me want to combust! Let’s move onto the main event!” Wataru patted your head. “Now then, how shall we do this? Youngest first?”

The fifth and final person who had entered the room still hadn’t said a word, but you could feel his gaze eating up every inch of your prone form. A pit of dread built up in your stomach.

The Five Eccentrics of Yumenosaki. The ones whose reputations you ruined. Granted, you could point fingers at Eichi all day to make him take the blame, but you knew it was a joint effort. He wasn’t the only one at fault, and while you didn’t regret your actions, there was still room left for atonement.

The sound of pants unzipping was the only thing you could hear besides the blood rushing to your cheeks. You had no way of knowing what he was doing, and the suspense was killing you. A finger prodded your hole without warning, and it ripped a gasp out of you as you clenched around nothing.

“Sakasaki, you need ‘lube’ to make it ‘wet’.”

“I doN’T.”

Natsume’s thumbs pressed against either side of your ass and pulled against your skin, stretching your hole as taut as he could. You felt something press against your entrance, and your eyes widened.

“W-Wait—”

You screamed in pain as his cock slammed into your unprepared hole, the dry friction sending a searing pain through your entire being. You let out a choked sob as your asshole clenched around his cock tightly, not even getting a second to adjust before he pulled out and slammed into you again.

“S-Sakasaki! Please—”

“Be quiET.” He snapped, sliding his cock out until you were only clenching onto his tip, then immediately shoving his length back in, forcing your walls apart to take more of him. His fingernails dug into your skin as he grit his teeth, channeling his anger into fucking you. You wailed at the pain, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

“Shu-oniiSAN.” Natsume spoke up. “Can you shut him UP? That stupid voice is getting on my nervES.”

A grumble came from the older boy, but you watched as Shu unzipped his own pants and brought his cock out, stroking it gently.

“Don’t even think about using your teeth.”

You gave him something close to a nod, and opened your mouth when he gripped your hair with his hands, bringing your face up to meet his cock. Your lips closed around his head, muffling your cries as Natsume continued to fuck you without mercy. You naively thought that Shu wouldn’t be as rough with you, but that belief shattered when he began to thrust into your mouth, forcing his cock down your throat. You gagged at the sheer size of him, throat clenching around his shaft and making Shu groan in pleasure.

You were now being fucked in both holes—your ass being abused by Natsume, who was determined to make it as painful as possible, and your mouth claimed by Shu, who seemed to care more about his own pleasure than letting you breathe. Your attempts at strangled moans from the way Natsume was pounding your ass were always cut off when Shu gave a particularly hard thrust. They were in perfect sync with the sole purpose of making you feel like a complete whore, just someone whose holes had to be filled.

Your body jerked when Natsume brought his palm down onto your ass, your throat contracting around Shu’s cock, making him moan.

“Sakasaki. Again.”

Another smack. You couldn’t stop your hole from contracting around his dick each time his hand brought itself down on your reddening cheeks, the pain giving way to pleasure for all three of you. Shu’s movements began to stagger, and he pulled your head down as far as it would go as he moaned, his seed shooting straight down your throat without warning.

“That’s riGHT. Swallow all of it, whoRE. We’ll make you our cumdump, /naME/.” Natsume hissed as you were forced to gulp down the salty load that was pumped inside of you. Shu kept his cock in your mouth as Natsume’s thrusts finally slowed, filling you with a last thrust before you felt him release inside of you.

“Don’t use that word. It’s so…vile.” Shu huffed, releasing his hold on your head as his cock left your mouth with an audible pop. He stuffed it back into his underwear and composed himself. “You heathens would do a better job ruining him than I’d like to bring myself to do.”

“But Itsuki still ‘used’ /name/ for his ‘pleasure’.” Kanata tilted his head. Shu ignored him and sat down next to Wataru, who had been watching you intently the entire time with his own erection in his hand.

Natsume grunted as he pulled out, your walls clenching around him until the last second. He hummed at his handiwork, seemingly satisfied as he gave you one last smack on the ass before joining Shu. You should have felt relief at finally getting a chance to rest, but your body felt empty without anything inside of it. Your cock also remained untouched, left reddened and twitching as you tried to hump against thin air to get your release. The moment of respite wouldn’t last long, for better or worse.

“I can’t let you two have all the fun now, can I?” Rei chuckled deeply, surveying the debauched mess Natsume and Shu had left you in. Cum poured out of your ass and trailed down your thighs, where it was beginning to collect in a small puddle. While your mouth looked cleaner, it was just as abused as your hole, if not moreso. Rei quickly noticed the way your cock twitched with need, still erect from no stimulation.

“Aww, does our cute little cumdump need to cum himself?”

His words made your hole clench around nothing. His gloved hand reached out to brush your length, just the ghost of his touch leaving you mewling and wanting more. You tried to move your hips to rub against his fingers, but they were just out of reach.

“Hmph, look at how needy you are. Was Sakasaki and Itsuki combined not enough to satisfy you?”

Rei pulled his hand away and unbuckled his pants, erection already straining against the cloth.

“Shinkai, want to take his mouth?”

“If that’s what you’d ‘like’.”

Kanata took his member out at the same time Rei’s tip pressed against your entrance. You whimpered as the vampire leaned down to your ear, his hot breath making you shiver.

“/Name/, I’d say I’ll be gentle, but then I’d be lying.”

Rei bottomed out inside of you with a single thrust, the leftover cum from Natsume making his entrance much smoother. It didn’t hurt as much as Natsume penetrating you with no lube, but Rei was girthier. Your mouth opened to moan, and Kanata took the chance to push his own cock past your lips, your mouth engulfing him all at once.

“A shame I won’t be able to hear your pretty whines, but sharing with companions isn’t so bad either.” Rei nipped at your earlobe before standing back up, placing his hands on your hips as he began to thrust.

Rei was by no means as rough as Natsume, but he was much more experienced. He was focused on hitting all your sweet spots, making you feel every inch of him before sliding out and doing it all over again. You barely felt the sting of your last round as he kept bringing wave after wave of pleasure onto you. You kept trying to moan, but Kanata’s cock forced you still, unable to vocalize your pleasure. Kanata wasn’t large, but anything felt like too much after Shu’s harsh treatment towards you. He didn’t move at all, rather he let Rei’s movements force your head forward, to take his length deeper into your mouth until your nose was touching his skin.

“Do you like being filled like this, /name/?” Rei chuckled, pressing his cock against your prostate just right, making your eyes roll back in your head. If Natsume’s way of torturing you was fucking you until your hole bled, Rei’s was whispering filthy things into your ear, maximizing your desire while knowing damn well he wasn’t going to let you get your release.

“I thought you would have loosened up after one round, but look at you, you’re still so tight for me.”

His movements slowed, and you let out an unheard whine as you clenched around him, struggling against your binds to try and tell him to move, to touch you, to do anything.

“Hm? Do you want something?” He smirked. “Why don’t you tell me what you need? I wouldn’t know otherwise.”

You obviously couldn’t talk with Kanata’s dick in your mouth, so all you could do was tremble as he continued to tease you with slow thrusts, your unattended member oozing with precum while your balls rubbed against the metal of the cock ring, the accessory feeling tighter with each passing second. You needed your release badly, but the fact it was just out of reach made the blood rush to your cock even more.

“Fuck, you really do feel good.” Rei panted softly, his thrusts getting sloppier as his grip tightened. “Be a good toy and take my seed, m’kay?”

He rolled his hips, and with a shudder his warm load shot out to mix with Natsume’s cum inside of you. He continued to give you shallow thrusts as he rode out his orgasm, each one sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins, down to your throbbing member. He sighed contentedly as he pulled out, loving the sight of your ruined hole trying and failing to suck his cum in, leftover sperm dripping out of it.

“Shinkai, you can take your turn over here if you haven’t cum yet.”

“Ah, there is no ‘need’.”

Kanata pulled his cock out of your mouth, and used his hand to stroke his member. You embraced yourself as spurts of cum shot out from it moments later, most of it landing directly onto your face. You sputtered as you felt the sticky fluids drip down your forehead, getting onto your cheeks and chin.

“What an amazing show! A round of applause!” Wataru cheered, clapping loudly. Nobody joined him.

“This was ‘nice’, but I must ‘puka-puka’ now. I feel very ‘dry’.”

Kanata excused himself and exited through the door. Shu got up to follow suit, and soon enough the other Eccentrics had left too, save for one.

“My, they really did a number on you.” Wataru sighed as he walked up to you. Your face and ass were a bright shade of red, not to mention completely covered in cum. Kanata’s seed coated your face and hair, and Natsume and Rei’s cum gathered in a pool between your legs. All the while your erection hadn’t been touched at all, ignored in favor of using your body for pleasure. Wataru slathered some lotion onto your abused hole, and the cooling sensation nearly brought you to tears. Finally, some relief in the aftermath.

“You were truly amazing, dove. I still can’t believe you agreed to all of that! I’m glad things went well, you didn’t even have to use your safety gestures.”

“I almost did.” You huffed. “Sakasaki’s entry hurt.”

“My bad! Perhaps I shouldn’t have let him go first.”

His fingers rubbed against the base of your length, and you whined desperately.

“H-Hibiki, please…” You swayed your hips as best you could while still restrained. “Please. I-I need to cum.”

“Ah, right!”

Wataru was more than happy to stroke your cock, his entire hand easily grasping onto its girth. You wanted to moan just from the smallest bit of stimulation. After two rounds of no relief for yourself, you came immediately just from his gentle strokes. Your cum shot out onto the bench, an excessive amount dripping from your dick as you breathed a sigh of relief. Your cock remained erect however, the ring keeping it from losing its hardness until your balls were emptied.

“My my, you’re still not satisfied even after all of that? Perhaps Sakuma wasn’t far off calling you a whore!”

You wanted to object, but you were too tired to really care. Instead you moaned as he continued to stroke you, the coil in your stomach beginning to twist.

“Hibiki, f-fuck me. I need you.”

Wataru smiled, feeling his own erection growing harder.

“Well, I’m a man of the people. I suppose it’s time for an encore!”

[casinoquartet]

[long] U TURNED ON ASKS YIPPEE!!! hi i’m that recent anon, i love ur posts so much :))) thank you for everything, and the fic you linked was incredible! that facet of swagdoons in which red is so so painfully genuinely in true love with ash, under all the layers of power plays, through the real pain of each and every one of ash’s betrayals… i will die!!!! and thank you (& your friends) for posting about the casino quartet, i am soooo thankful for the introduction to the best polycule ever. one thing i love about the casino quartet is how clown and branzy are obnoxiously public (people know so many details that they really did not need to know) (hence people feel so confident that they’re genuinely devoted & reliant on each other that they’ll try to use one against the other) (prime example: the season 3 obsidian trap), while ash and red are obnoxiously private (no one understands what the fuck is ever going on between them) (no one knows how to manipulate their dynamic, no one can properly account for their incomprehensible relationship while trying to strategize) (prime example: boosfer’s phobias video). i like to imagine that clownzy are the closest people to the internal workings of swagdoons (they see the domestic arguments & the intimacy behind closed doors, listen to their private rants about each other, were present for some of the loaded swagdoons history that ash and red don’t even really talk about themselves). also i watched zam’s first stream of the hardcore smp yesterday [8/21/2022] and i find it so funny how ash will bring up clownzy and clown will bring up swagdoons. (ash announces he’s going to recite “the bible: part 2” and reads aloud a clownzy angst fanfiction; clown says in the middle of a formal meeting that red should sit on ash’s lap because they’re swagdoons). why are they always like this. and idk if you feel much interest in the latest season of the kaboodle smp but i’m really hoping for some clown x ash homosexualities, to fill out the casino quartet dynamics. as of now, we’ve got clown immediately showing vaguely gay interest towards ash, the mysterious teleporting guy in a suit who violently glitched into a server-wide campfire meeting out of nowhere. (clown: “ooh, who are you~?” ash, who otherwise doesn’t show interest in anyone or anything besides gaining riches: “…where do i know you from?”) (ash: teleports in, kills someone’s pet cat, teleports out. everyone, rightfully: WHAT THE FUCK?! clown: shocked delighted laughter.) (everyone is stuck unable to interact with ash, who keeps ignoring all conversation to ask for valuables. but clown swiftly catches on to ash’s rhythm and uses an emerald to try to bribe ash to follow him & tell him his name, as if ash is a cat. it somewhat works.) (after ash leaves, clown tells the others that he’ll “keep an eye on” the new stranger, who will be “safe in [his] hands”.) i watched this all go down from our beloved ivorycello’s POV [7/1/2023]. anyway uh. hiiii and thank you & all you other regular swagdoonsers on tumblr for the friendly reception :) i’m so excited for lifesteal season five plotlines. for some reason i’ve been Thinking about the intro to season 5 in which everyone gathers around in a circle waiting to start, ash sees this and places himself at the center to make an impromptu dramatic speech LOL, and red is the first to step in with him to tell him to go back to his spot. i’m choosing to imagine this as another instance of the god complex bf with enough power to back it up x the only guy who can rein him in and is bizarrely casual & familiar about it dynamic. ok i’m out ✌️ love you /p

[very long response under the cut]

HI ANON!!! glad that you enjoyed my post and the fic i recced in the tags!!! it’s one of my fav fics and your post Really reminded me of it so!!! i’m glad you enjoyed it!!!!! (loves reccing fics) me when reddoons and loyalty and how it plays into swagdoons . (<- i remember i made a post responding to something i found on lsheadcanons about vampire!ash and human!red that Could be used for a metaphor about swagdoons and loyalty . something something about red Literally fueling ash out of choice)

anyways!! WELCOME TO THE CASINO QUARTET ENJOYER GANG!!!! they r my absolute beloveds, god bless. and you’re SO RIGHT clownzy would do so much pda in public and be all mushy (but in the Worst times possible . i am talking about mushy flirting while they are being chased down by the authorities while ash and red are screaming at them to stop and focus on running away. anyways) but i think?? you’re referring to the trap where branzy is held ransom by purple duo and heh as to get clown to “save” him? but yeah . they’re always so closely associated with each other that even in small things (ex someone in the start of s5 warning someone that branzy “knows a guy” in reference to clown) and since branzy is the “weaker” of the two tbh i’m not surprised if someone holds branzy for ransom again this season (i’ve heard whispers of them teaming up again this season so !!!)

but even though there’s been a lot of acknowledgement by other cc’s, there’s not any. record of someone taking advantage of their relationship yet? like you said the closest thing is the one of them is lying video but like, that video was arguably where swagdoons showed their trust the Most (esp with cheating during spilt or steal . that was SO them) but. yeah the way their relationship is very subtle . there’s no real massive declaration of love but small moments (which. i think why there’s SO many swagdoons clips that r just small gestures but swagdoons enjoyers still go BONKERS over <- big enjoyer of their streams for that reason) (and as a result i associate the song “no big deal (i love you)” by dodie with them . a lot of the one is about not verbally saying i love you but. yk. the love is still there and strong . love that song in general so <3) but Yeah i do also like the idea that clownzy r one of the Only people who see swagdoons be domestic with each other in full . something something about casino quartet being domestic and trusting each other so much here willing to stop all of the facade and be vulnerable with each other

but LMAOOOOO that hardcore stream goes so hard . the bible part 2 caught me so off guard when i watched it like LMAO????? it’s fantastic . also in that same stream zam is like “the bible part 3: ash nd red were walking down the street” and swagdoons are INSTANTLY shutting him down and telling him to stop (this is a recurring thing for some reason apparently zam mentioned swagdoons during vidcon and got hit with a ball i response but also zam did say swagdoons made out in the dennys so ???? idk anymore) but ooooo i didn’t know about clown mentioning swagdoons . maybe i should check that out (i was only skimming through the void so…that is something for me to check out)

and i am watching kemp rn too! except i am only watching from ash’s pov, which is. a time for sure. he has already made a deal with god and figured out how to exploit his glitching thing. but ash WAS looking at clown when he teleported into the campground and defrost was like O_O at clown so. tbh i’m kinda excited to see where they go since they might have a “hold up…do i know you?” moment (and if ur interested there is a fic of them …….clown and ash my beloved) (and here’s the clown and ash meowing clip if you so desire . this clip is the clip of All Time) but hearing what the rest of the conversation with the ksmp members afterwards is INTERESTING when i just watched ash teleport away and go “i hate it here’ LMAOOO ……..that is interesting of clown though……..i wanna see them together more ……like an enclosure

AND S5!!!! i am so excited for s5 of them …..idk who’s pov you watched but in ash’s pov he Did mention wanting to team with branzy, red, and clown SOOOOOOOO ………. <- he also said this last season and that didn’t end up happening . i am going off of copium /silly

but i Do think swagdoons r gonna have a more power dynamic-y relationship this season esp with the whole free market stuff (and at least. according to red’s stream today he Said that lala legion were trying to look for camelot’s old base so…….. eyes emoji. what’s up with that) BUT YEAH!!!! lots fo exciting stuff bc i’ve also heard clownzy might team up again. …….. casino quartet nation is winning

IDK IF ANY OF THOSE RANTS MADE SENSE hopefully i didn’t miss anything and i was. semi on topic BUT !!! YEAH!!!!!! love u 2 anon /p ur asks r lovely :)

[starbuck09256]

Hot date?

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023

Mulder POV

Set in season 2 during Sleepless

Scully doesn’t shake Kryceks hand. I feel a little smug about it. Scully and I went through a lot last year. While we didn’t always have the easiest of partnerships, the large amount of respect and admiration for her has only grown in recent months. As much as I tried to step away after The X-files were closed it didn’t work. She is still here by my side helping me when she can. I know she misses the fieldwork, she loves the challenge of the unexplained almost as much as I do. I lean back after she explains how a man can think they were being burned alive yet not have a single burn on his body. Her expertise and knowledge continue to amaze me as I smile as Kryceks asks his follow-up questions. I pick up a recent article she has lying on the side of the desk. It’s one that I sent her yesterday. I grin at the notes and highlights she has already jotted down. The one at the bottom, stating “There is not nearly enough room on this page or any of the others to describe how wrong and incredibly fabricated this is”. Given all that she has done for me in recent weeks, I know I need to take her to dinner. Then I hear Krycek saying something to her about dinner as well. Confused I lift my head up in curiosity. 

“I am wondering if you would have dinner with me, sometime this week Agent Scully,” she looks up at him in confusion. “I’m sorry, you mean to discuss the case?” I can see the shadow of her face and know that Krycek has made her uneasy. While I would like nothing more than to go up and wrap my arm around her and explain clearly that she is not on the market. She is on the market. I know she isn’t seeing anyone socially. There are days I wonder if I could get a refund on my Oxford education because, until this exact moment, I didn’t realize I should be dating Scully. Krycek chuckles and shakes his head reaching his hand out towards. Scully's eyes flicker to me quickly but I know she can handle this on her own, and my own interest in her makes it imperative to hear her answer. “I would want to know if you would like to go on a date with me?” Krycek asks, he pulls his hand away since Scully put some distance between them. “I don’t think so, Agent Krycek? Was it?” Ooh well played Scully, well played. Not only did you brush off his question you also illustrated quite clearly his unimportance. I can’t help but grin just slightly. Krycek seems a bit confused at being denied. “Why? Are you seeing someone? It's just dinner,” Scully takes a step towards him. My former partner will not be pushed around by anyone, ever. I can’t say that I’m not a tiny bit thrilled to have her unleash on him. Krycek is an annoying little yes man who makes me want to question any personnel who thought he was Agent material. “Actually, Agent Krycek, I’m interested in someone else, though I’m sure you would be an adequate dinner companion.” Scully's eyes now land directly on mine right at the moment she said she was interested in someone else. I have to resist the urge to point at myself. A man can dream, that this spitfire woman, whose brilliance and tenacity have certainly captured my heart, would be interested. “Well, alright Agent Scully,” Krycek leaves it alone.

 Part of me is surprised he seems like the kind of creep who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Krycek reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone dialing as he gestures that he will be right outside when I’m done. 

I walk over to Scully. She looks up at me with a small smile. I bite my lip. “I didn’t know, he wanted to ask you out,” I say because really I didn’t. While of course, I have thought about Scully in not-so-professional ways. It wasn’t until minutes ago that I realized I could ask her out. I could spend my evenings with her in that cozy apartment of hers, arguing about cryptoids and the validity of space crafts that have crashed into the sea. She shrugs. “Well, he certainly isn’t the person I was hoping to ask me out when you two walked through the door.” My brave woman. She has played her hand, and I am grinning wildly at her. “I might have come to the conclusion just a few minutes ago that now that we aren’t partners in a professional sense, we could in fact be partners in a more personal manner.” I step close to her, invading her small space, which doesn’t make sense to me as she takes up so much of my mind some days it’s hard to think of her as tiny or small. She looks up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, “You just now thought of that? I thought you went to Oxford?” she teases and I am already moving my hand up and down her arm. “Tonight dinner?” I ask. Please say yes Scully. Because it’s Friday and I want the entire weekend to make up for the fact that you and I could have been enjoying each other for months in non-platonic ways. “Pick me up at 7?” She says, her soft smile is the one she gives me when she figures out the small clues I leave for her to uncover. I reach up tucking an errant strand of her hair behind her ear. “Absolutely,” I say. She nods softly. 

Her voice takes on a soft undertone “I’ll email this over to you when I’m done. We can talk about that article you sent yesterday.” She is all of a sudden a little shy and I adore it. “Oh, I don’t know Scully I have other things I think we need to talk about tonight. Like if I should bring my go-bag and what your favorite breakfast foods that I can make you are?” She shakes her head laughing and hits me with the file folder. “Get out of here Mulder, I need to leave soon to get ready for my hot date.” I chuckle heading to the door. “You mean I need to leave and get ready for my hot date,” I say to her.  We grin at one another and as I turn to grab the handle for the door. Her shy voice is back. “Maybe pack for an extended weekend, since we have Monday off, after all.” The shit-eating grin I have when I walk out of the morgue drives Krycek a bit nuts as he sulks back to the bullpen. 

[shrinkthisviolet]

Morgan has found herself on my Earth-63! what does she do? :)

Ooh an interesting question indeed! I admittedly am not super caught up on all the lore, so feel free to correct me if I got something wrong or ask me about something I missed! (And for anyone who wants to read about Earth-63, check this tag, it has all the posts!). The rest of my thoughts are below the cut:

Your Earth-63 is gender-swapped, so I imagine Morgan would have quite a confusing time trying to find someone who looks familiar 😂 though at least Barbie’s face claim on E63 is Emily Bett Rickards, E1’s Felicity, so that would be some whiplash for her, but also comforting in its familiarity—she and E1 Felicity aren’t close friends, but they are friendly with each other, so in a sense, Barbie would be the only real familiar person to Morgan…both in being a female version of her brother, and in looking like Felicity (she even thinks with a laugh that Felicity being the “girl version of Barry” is hilariously literal now)

She’d be so happy that this Earth’s version of Iris (Ira) got to be a police officer like E1 Iris wanted. Morgan would also be a little surprised at seeing Westhallen together as a throuple, but she’s happy for them (she wasn’t exactly tuned in to the romance drama going on in s1 😂 she didn’t much care other than wanting them to be happy (and Barry to be honest with Iris), in whatever way that played out. Not her circus, not her monkeys). The three of them work well together…and it makes her wonder if Westhallen on her Earth could’ve been a reality if things had been different 🥺

She’d hit it off well with Cisca and Caelen too—other than them being genderswapped, they’re still so similar to the versions she knew (same for Ira, Eden, and Barbie ofc). She might be part of Team Flash for a while…or at least, she’d be their friend.

Her doppelgänger would surprise her more than anyone—Jess Wells…not genderswapped, estranged from her mother. The way Jess describes Dr. Wells would probably make her sound like E1 Carla Tannhauser, given that they’re estranged...and though Morgan’s never had the displeasure of meeting E1 Caitlin’s mom, she knows enough to hate the woman on principle. So this fuels her hatred of this Earth’s Dr. Wells

She wouldn’t trust this Earth’s version of Dr. Wells—Harriet Wells, also genderswapped, and Morgan is convinced she’s somehow evil (plus, as mentioned prior, Jess would likely describe her in such a way that she sounds like a neglectful mother to Morgan). I believe on Earth-63, she’s actually herself and not Eoland, so Morgan’s suspicions would ofc be unfounded. Which might put her friendships with the others in jeopardy…

If Eoland or Savitar played their cards right, they’d be able to trick Morgan for any purpose 👀 more specifically, if she’s cast out from the Team and needs a friendly, sympathetic ear…Savitar would be more suited for that purpose, since she has enough of Barbie’s memories to forge a personal connection with Morgan. Though both would have to work on their bedside manner first—both are better at being menacing, especially Eoland, since she wouldn’t have had practice manipulating everyone for 15 years like E1’s Eobard.

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about time I did one of these— UM ANYWAYS!! ETHOSSLEEPY INTRO TIME YEAH OOH YEAH LET’S GO

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Personal Stuff:

I’m Ethan/Gill/Etho if you wanna put a proper name to my face! Otherwise, you can just call me Polar/Polaris! None of these names are preferred over the others. Call me any of these, or just use my url :3

My pronouns are He/Him! Please do not refer to me using they/them or she/her tyvm <3

I am a minor! Interact accordingly and please don’t be weird-

I’m autistic, trans & aro/ace !!!

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Blog Stuff:

My main three tags are #polaris reblogs (for anything I’ve reblogged), #polaris doodles (for anything I’ve drawn myself) and #polaris mumbles (for any post that’s only text or consists of high levels of yapping from yours truly)

I reblog/post stuff relating to my interests! Most often it’s Hermitcraft/Life Series, JRWI, TGWDLM/NPMD/Black Friday (or general StarKid stuff!), TMA & a few other things I may have forgotten about…

I post my own art here! As stated before, all of my own drawings are tagged with #polaris doodles (all of my art posts before my tagging system was put in place are tagged with #polaris scribbles along with my regular art tag) All the older reblogged posts are not tagged with my reblog tag, however I don’t intend to go back and tag them because that would take forever…

This blog used to be dedicated to bat facts! While I have virtually stopped sharing bat facts, I will share something new on occasion! If you ever want to look at my bat facts, they’re all tagged with #polaris batposts !!

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Anyone who’s mutuals with me is allowed to ping me, dm me, etc! I love interacting with you guys <33

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Writer Spotlight - Spagbol99

This week we're talking to the 2023 Winner of the Best OG Writer Award and the Best Plot Twist author, @spagbol99 of A Peter Parker Problem.

Summary:

Peter Parker was back from the dead. At least that is what everybody told him. He'd been snapped out of existence until some sort of time travel and an active death wish by his mentor had saved him and the universe. Just your average sort of life for a 16 year old from Queens. Peter comes back to find May has a husband and a kid. A new family he has to fit into. But he has done it before, he can do it again. The only thing that feels solid is Tony: the Blip and fatherhood have mellowed him and Peter loves the bond they have now. He knows Tony would be there for him through anything. But Tony needs to focus on his own recovery - not small time Peter Parker problems. When things at home take a turn for the worse, Peter decides that he'll handle it himself. He is Spider-man. He's been to space and fought aliens. He can get through anything. After all, if May is happy, he is happy, right? Right?

How did you get into Irondad?

I stumbled into reading fan fiction for the first time at the start of the pandemic.  I was a mild MCU fan at the time, so I went in search of Spider-Man stories and ran straight into IronDad and the rest is history… !

What’s your favorite Irondad scene?   

Ooh, that is a mean question, how can I choose just one?!  I think it has to be the ferry scene for me.  I’m sure it will come as no surprise to anyone who has read my writing that I live for the angst!

When did you start writing and what made you sit down and write that first story? 

For the purposes of this question, I’ll assume you mean writing fan fic but I’ve written original fiction for a long time.  As soon as I found IronDad and MCU fanfic at the start of the pandemic, I devoured fic after fic.  I loved the recurring tropes and seeing how people tackled them in different ways.  As I read more and more, ideas started to fester within me and I decided I wanted to try my hand at writing my own fic.  I wrote 150K in four months so it’s fair to say that I was inspired and enthused.  I actually had no intention of posting.  After sitting on the finished product for a month, I decided ‘what the hell’ and went for it. I’m so glad that I did.

What do you like about writing most? 

Pure escapism.  There is something about creating and manipulating a world that only you control that is very powerful.

Which of your stories is your favorite and why? 

Asking me to choose between my children?  How rude!  Hmmm, I would say that A Peter Parker Problem is probably my favourite.  Something about it being my very first fan fic and being the exact kind of story that I like to read – which was my motivation to write it.

What’s your favorite trope to write?  

Found family is probably my favourite trope overall.  I also love writing characters overcoming trauma (or at least starting to), whomp and miscommunication. 

What inspired the story? In my original works, I have often written stories about teenagers in difficult family situations so when I started reading fic and came across the ‘Aunt May’s abusive boyfriend’ tag, it started ideas churning.  I kept thinking how unique a situation it would be to have the physical power that Peter has but still be subjected to abuse.  That even though we can be powerful, confident people, it doesn’t mean that we are immune to coercion and abuse in our lives.  In this story, Peter particularly is in such a vulnerable position post Endgame coming back to a family that has changed in his absence and I imagined how he’d do anything to keep May happy after the grief she had been through. 

Can you tell us a little about the experience of writing it — did anything stand out or was there a particular person that helped more than others? 

 It was such a fun experience writing it.  I hadn’t felt that passionate about anything in a long while and it gave me something to focus on during that early pandemic uncertainty.  It quite honestly helped my sanity being stuck indoors during lockdown with two young children.  At this point I didn’t know anybody in fandom – I had only read fic not interacted with anyone so other than a few later chapters, it was not beta read.  What struck me most about the experience was the warm welcome I had by the IronDad community once I started posting.  I was overwhelmed by the support for the story.  I hadn’t imagined that so many people would read it, I would’ve been happy with a handful of hits, so to say I was blown out of the water was an understatement.  Similarly, I reached out to a few authors to take a look at some later chapters I was unsure of and they helped without hesitation.  I have made long lasting, deep friendships, meeting up with three people in two different parts of the globe in the last 18 months – including a trip to Avengers Campus in California!  I can honestly say that finding fan fic has enriched my life immensely.

How did you feel to be a winner of the Awards last year? 

It was such a lovely surprise to be honored with a win last year.  The fandom has such a slew of talented, prolific writer that I was surprised to have won.  Thank you to everyone for reading my scribblings and taking the time to vote for me.

Thank you so much @spagbol99 for answering our questions and being part of the Awards.

Nominations for the 2024 Irondad Creator Awards are now open here.

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Writing Questions Tag

I saw the open tag @talesofsorrowandofruin, and I couldn’t resist!

1. What is your absolute all-time favourite idea you’ve ever had?

Oh, dude. I don’t know. There’s too many ideas now. The best I’d say, the most unique, came from dreams. I dreamt often, for example, about massive subterranean cities. I have a few stories derived from them, and I like them quite a lot.

2. Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you and you still think about sometimes?

Oh yes. It was fairly insulting. I write dark subjects quite a lot, as a way of dealing with and processing my own trauma in a safe and productive way. I was asked once, “What kind of a person are you, that you write these things?” I replied that I was a creative one. The question arises in a lot of discourse these days, and I always wince to see it. You never know why people do what they do, or what demons they’re exorcising. As long as they aren’t hurting anyone, and are in fact healing, there’s no issue.

3. What is your favourite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

Losing myself in it. Escapism is a a huge part of writing for me, and whether it’s rereading something or writing something, when I forget myself entirely, I’m happiest. Oh that sounds melancholy, doesn’t it, lol? The worst part of writing is not writing. Thinking about it all the time and not doing it is purgatory.

4. What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

A lot of things motivate me! Music is a huge one. It’s why I have literally thousands of playlists lol. A bout of writer’s block can be broken sometimes with one or two perfect songs.

5. What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever read or been given as a writer?

Ooh well. I’ve read Stephen King’s On Writing, which has whole chapters I could cite. But really? The first real advice I read from one of my favourite authors, Anne Rice, stays with me: “To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.” It’s helped me embrace my creativity and let go of some of my inhibitions.

6. What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

I wish I had created a decent method for novel-writing. I get sidetracked by other ideas quite a lot and find it hard to focus on one story. When I started out, I was just a kid, and I only had one story, and I miss those times for my focus.

7. What is your favourite story you’ve written to completion? Link it if you’d like and can!

So my favourite short story hasn’t been released anywhere. I want to find just the right place and way to publish it. Not sure if I want to include it in a book of short stories or just publish it alone yet. It’s about werewolves, and I think it’s a solid, disturbing little horror yarn.

8. What is your favourite out-of-the-box quote?

From my own work, or from my favourite books? I have a lot of favourite quotes from authors that I return to over and over. There’s one from J.R.R. Tolkien that’s really infused my creation of fantasy: “A safe fairyland is untrue to all worlds.”

9. Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

10. If you when you first started writing met you now, what would younger you think?

“What happened to you?? You look terrible!” Lol. That would be the first reaction, from fifteen-years-ago me. But if we got to talking about writing, he would probably be shocked at how much I’ve built in my primary fantasy setting. “Languages?? Recipes? Wow this is a lot, where do you find the time?” And I’d reply, “Why do you think I look like I haven’t slept in 15 years?”

Tagging: anyone who sees this and wants to do it! If you haven’t already been tagged, also @writernopal, @sam-glade, and @contes-de-rheio.

[braveclementine]

Pieces of a Nightmare

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

"You want me to get you a file on a man that allegedly has done nothing wrong except kiss a woman on her cheek while she's already mated to her soulmate?" Fury asked you over the phone after you explained the entire thing to him.

You actually growled in frustration. "Fury! C'mon! He wants to change the DNA of living creatures so that their birth given genetic code is different! How come no one but me can see that its evil? He's up to something! Call it animal instinct."

"Maybe, because you're surrounded by geniuses who can see that the changing of DNA could also mean creating a stronger health system." Fury answered.

"God created all of us differently for a reason. It wasn't to change what he made us." You grumbled.

"And that might be part of the problem. Tony's atheist and so is Killian." Fury answered.

"Fine." You sighed, still frustrated, "Can you look into him at least then?"

"Why don't you think I'm busy with other projects Agent Stark? And when are you coming back to New York to continue training?"

"I don't know. I mean, Everleigh is barely a couple of weeks old still. And I hate leaving her for to long-"

"But you want to get into cases like Killian's." Fury sighed. "Give you and your daughter some time to rest before you go charging into all of this."

He hung up before you could get another word in.

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As you parked in the driveway, you saw the very huge stuffed bunny rabbit at the front of the house. You couldn't stop smiling, reading the tag around its neck that read 'Merry Christmas'.

You quickly headed inside. It was date night, though it was going to be a staying in sort of date night since you wanted to keep Everleigh home.

"I'm sorry I was late." You apologized as you headed into the foyer. You had heard noises in the sitting room and assumed it was Tony. "I was tal-"

You broke off as you saw the Iron Man suit sitting there. It was a different colour scheme than you had seen before, this one cream and red coloured.

"What is that? You're wearing this in the house now?" You questioned in exasperation. "What is that, like Mark 17?"

"Uh, yeah." Tony said in a tone that you were sure meant he was lying. "Something like that. You know, everybody needs a hobby."

"Mhmm," You replied sitting down in the chair next to the champagne bottles and the stack of mail. The fire was roaring, two stockings hung up on either ends of the fireplace. "Oh, and you have to wear your hobby in the sitting room?"

"Just breaking it in. You know, it's always a little pinchy in the gooey bag" Tony said, walking around behind you. You fake gagged at the way he described it. "Where did you go? I'm sorry I left abruptly."

"I went to Stark industries." You admitted.

"Nice. Oh, well, hey, did you see your Christmas present?" Tony questioned quickly.

"Yes, I did. I don't know how anyone could've missed it." You smirked. You picked up the mail on table and asked, "Is it going to fit through the door?"

"Well, actually," Tony said as you stared down at the mail. It was all fan mail with notes to Tony about how much they admired him, most of them with Iron man drawings, "that's a great question. I got a team of guys coming tomorrow. They're gonna blow out that wall."

"Okay."

"So, uh, Tense? Good day? Huh?" Tony asked and you felt the metal hands come down on your shoulders. You smiled, relaxing into the feeling. "Ooh, shoulders, a little knotty. You naughty girl."

You giggled, even though Tony was being weird, he was being himself.

"I don't want to harp on this, but did you like the custom rabbit?"

You smiled inwardly and then turned the spiny chair around to face him. "I loved him."

"Oh, he's a him, is he?" Tony questioned.

"Yep. I think I'm going to call him. . ." You thought about it. "On second though, might have to wait to come up with a name. Get to know him. Intimately."

"That's not fair." Tony whined.

You got to your feet, putting your hands on his shoulders. "Well then, I'll get to know you intimately instead." You waited for him to lift the face plate to kiss you, but he didn't.

Tony knocked on the helmet while making robot sounds, "Yep. Damn it, can't kiss. You want to just kiss it on the-" He gestured to the metal mask.

Having a sinking suspicion that the suit was actually empty, you said, "Well, why don't I run down to the garage and see if I can't find a crowbar to break you open?"

"Crowbar, yeah." Tony said as you started to walk past the suit. "Oh! Except there's been a-a-a radiation leak."

"I'll take my chances." You responded coolly.

"That's risky." Tony replied, "at least let me get you like a hazmat suit-" His voice turned from faraway and robotic, to human and closer as you finished coming down the stairs and saw him doing pullups on a bar in the garage.

"Busted." He grunted out as you entered the garage.

"This is a new level of lame." You said, raising an eyebrow. You hated to be so blunt, but after taking off at lunch and then finding out about Killian, not to mention the empty suit so that for one second you had felt rejected, you were feeling a little upset.

"Sorry." Tony said quickly.

"You ate without me already? On date night?" You weren't sure why you were so upset. You had come home a little late. But still, you liked food.

"Well he was sort've-"

"You mean you." You corrected.

"Yeah, me, him, were just hosting you while we waited on you." Tony grumbled. "And yes, I had a quick bite. I didn't know if you were coming home or going to have drinks with Aldrich Kilian."

You just stared at him for a moment. "What?" You finally asked, anger seething under your skin. "Aldrich Killian?" You snapped. "Why would I go out for drinks with him?"

"Happy was concerned-"

"Bullshit. Maybe he should be concerned for Pepper, but not me! I'm loyal to you Tony! Why the hell would I have anything to do with Killian! I don't even trust the guy! I'm late because I was asking Fury for background on him because I got bad vibes from him! Screw you."

You turned on your heel, storming up the stairs.

"Y/N! Wait. I'm sorry. You're right. My fault. Sorry." He shouted out quickly in an attempt to get you to stop. You did, though you didn't go back down the stairs, opting to turn and look at him instead. His hands were raised in a surrendering way. "I'm a piping hot mess."

You turned to face him more.

"It's been going on for a while. I haven't said anything." You finally walked down the stairs and stood in front of him. "Nothings' been the same since New York."

"Oh really? I didn't notice that at all." I responded sarcastically.

"You experience things and then they're over and you still can't explain them. Gods, aliens, other dimensions. I'm just a man in a can."

Hearing Tony talk about himself like that, your anger melted for a second. But it flared again. You had experienced all of the same things! Well, not all of them. But most. And maybe even more. You had been fighting for more than just your own life. And you didn't have a suit around you to protect yourself.

"The only reason I haven't cracked up is because of you. Which is great. I love you. I'm lucky. But honey, I can't sleep. You go to bed, I come down here. I do what I know. I tinker. I-" He sat down. "Threat is imminent. And I have to protect the two things that I can't live without." He said, pointing at you. "That's you and our daughter. And my suits, they're uh-"

"A part of you." You whispered softly.

"They're part of me." Tony agreed.

You sighed, walking towards him. You put your hands on his shoulders. You bit back everything you wanted to say. To tell him that you understood because you had been there, because you had fought. That you understood because you couldn't sleep either, always waking up alone, sweating. But you didn't have an outlet to escape to like Tony did. Your outlet had always been Tony. And now he wasn't there anymore. Not really.

You ran your hands around to the back of his neck and he leaned forward, resting against your chest. You lifted the headset that he was wearing off his head and he stared up at you.

"I'm gonna take a shower." You whispered.

"Okay." He said, gritting his jaw a little in disappointment.

You walked all the way over to the door before you looked over you shoulder. "And you're going to join me."

"Better." He said firmly.

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"Fuck." You groaned, your body pressed up against the cold tiles of the shower wall, the hot water cascading down on your bodies. Tony was behind you, having pushed into your cunt with his cock. His fingers teased your clit.

"That's it baby." Tony murmured, kissing your neck. "I want you to scream my name when you shatter apart on my cock. Can you do that baby?"

"Yes. Fuck. Tony please." You groaned, nails scratching at the tiles. It was such a mix of feelings that it was overwhelming.

"Then fucking cum." Tony demanded, pinching your clit and nipples at the same time. His thrust became faster and you screamed his name as demanded.

Only then did he finish inside of you and you crumbled in his arms.

He ran the bath then, switching the shower off and cleaned you up before carrying you over to the bed. You lazily helped him get your pajamas on, before cuddling into him, holding onto him. You were so glad that he was sleeping next to you for once. His warm comfort let you fall asleep almost immediately.

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You were woken by Tony shouting in his sleep. You groggily looked over to see that he was all tense and he his pillow clenched in his fists.

You sat up, leaning over him, shaking his body. "Tony! Tony! Tony wake up!"

Suddenly, something metallic and cold grabbed your arm, pulling you back to your side of the bed. You screamed so loudly that you jerked Tony out of his sleep.

He immediately reacted, shouting at the Iron man to power down, which obeyed immediately. He hit it, which caused it to break into a thousand pieces.

You were shaking terribly as Tony started to apologize to you. "I must have called it in my sleep." You were both breathing heavily, both trying to recover from the event. "That's not supposed to happen. I'll recalibrate the sensors."

You swallowed heavily, getting up from the bed. You wrapped your arms around your body and then heard Everleigh start crying in the other room.

You quickly ran to the bedroom, afraid to find another Iron man suit standing over her. But she fine, mostly just hungry. Breast feeding her calmed you down so that your breathing eventually matched hers.

After feeding her, you held her for a little longer, unable to face Tony just yet. You hated that you had run from the room without telling him that you'd be back. You were afraid he'd go back down to the lab if you didn't get back fast enough.

Kissing your daughter's forehead, you placed her back into her crib, and then headed back to the room.

Tony was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands and looked up when you entered. "You're back."

"Everleigh is fine." You whispered, climbing back up on the bed. "And of course I'm back."

"Though you might've gone to sleep in one of the other rooms." He mumbled.

"Why?" You asked, wrapping your arms around your body. "It was a mistake Tony. I'm not going to leave you for that. Come on, let's get back to sleep. C'mon, just hug me Tony."

Tony wrapped his arms around you tightly, burying his head into your chest. You dimmed the lights once more, leaving the scattered pieces of the nightmare on the floor. 

[tearsoftime0086]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Stealing a neat post from @sweepseven and we'll see how far we get haha. I haven't posted all of my stuff to AO3 so I'll kinda be pulling from a few places

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Only 6! And half of them are from July till now lmao (aka the moment I learned about Steve Burnside)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

49,691

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Gosh if I kept consistent fandoms it would make my fandom experience so much more easier :') Started out with Gundam, though haven't really kept up post my move away from FFNet (really want to come back at some point tho). Code Geass and TKoE is my long-running baby. Currently swept up in a Resident Evil fever too (see previous question). I've also written some stuff for League of Legends, Persona 2, and Fire Emblem!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ravaged Blessings (Fire Emblem: Three Houses, T. Wrote this during the rising peak of FE3H's release. Started out with Blue Lions and whoa nelly I was not prepared for Dimitri's post-timeskip scene.)

Two Kinds of Eternity (Code Geass, M. The behemoth. I had this idea in my head for ages and once I joined AO3 in 2018, decided to finally give it a shot. It's been five years and we're only halfway there, but I'm glad folks have hopped on and off for the ride)

An Eternal Warpath For You And Me (Resident Evil, M. Most recent fic of mine that I'm thankful has gotten a lot of kind reception! Aka Chreon + me fitting Steve into the Resident Evil-verse as best I can haha)

Shuriman Nights (League of Legends, T. Bit of a kudos drop from this point forward, but I love all my works the same, so :) I will never be over Nasus and Renekton's lore.)

Once (That Was Enough) (Resident Evil, M. EVERYTIME I WATCH THE DARKSIDE CHRONICLES CUTSCENES I HAVE TO COME BACK AND RE-READ THIS ONE. The genesis of my sprawling RE AU)

With 6 fics, that leaves We'll Always Have Casablanca out of the standings! Turns out that fic was the first anyone used the Leon & Steve tag. Pure self-indulgence so I understand why it's the lowest haha

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to answer all of them! I have moments in life when I feel way too anxious about what to write back (like am I clogging up my own comments section? will they think it's weird if I write more than their initial comment?), but I work really hard to recognize the people who leave nice notes on my fics.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm a sucker for happy endings (everything else in the story is fair game tho) so I hardly ever end something too angsty... I guess Shuriman Nights for its implications?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Once (That Was Enough). Capcom, I reject your reality and substitute my own.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I had a few small cases, but it's not frequent at all. I try to mind my own business and let folks be ^^

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

As someone who's like 90% sure they're ace/sex-repulsed, I don't. It narrows my scope of reading fanfic too unfortunately - some of the best written works I've seen are rated E, but I have to kinda "hold my breath" while reading them :(

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I never posted it anywhere, but I had a sprawling DCMK/Gundam crossover I shared with a close friend of mine. Still re-read parts of it from time to time. (Silver Bullet Shinichi, anyone?)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge! I write so slowly that they probably wouldn't be able to steal it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope but it would be a blessing if anyone ever asked!

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

Again not posted, but I used to do a ton of co-writing with that same close friend mentioned above. Good times.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Ooh this one's a tough one. If I have to choose, it's Kamille Bidan/Fa Yuiry from Zeta Gundam. It's what really started my fanfic journey, and I'll never forget the pure elation I felt watching their beach ending in Gundam ZZ. Wonder how I'd write something for them in the present? It's been so long...

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

If I thought about my deepest fears it would be TKoE, but I refuse. I will finish that fic. For a more realistic answer, I have a lot of mini-scenes for my Claire/Steve RE AU that I want to string into a full fic at some point, but I already have so many things on my plate.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm. I like to think that in my writing peaks, I have a good sense of capturing character voices and dialogue. I'm also good at coming up with like, "angsty" one-liners, if that makes sense?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Gosh this one's much easier than the last one. My posting rate is abysmal for starters (sorry to all the TKoE readers). I feel like every other sentence I write is clunky and long. Like on re-reads I can usually shave a few adjectives and words off of every sentence. I get impatient about pacing when I'm actually writing, but my actual writing sessions are few and far between. Tough times man :(

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Different strokes for different folks, but I'm always afraid that a reader will get whiplash if I write in a language that I'm not comfortable with. Like sometimes I'll read fics where they reference Korean and it ruins my focus a bit when I read something that's not grammatically correct/realistic. Nothing to drop a fic over, but I'm not confident enough to write in another language myself.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I don't remember off the top of my head. The first one I posted online was for Zeta Gundam, but also I think I have a small A Separate Peace story from around that time? Lol if I go back to my childhood original works, those stories were essentially Guardians of Ga'Hoole and Bionicle fanfics too.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Once (That Was Enough) takes the cake right now. I remember looking on TVTropes for... Tragic Monster examples I believe?... and found a quick summary of Steve Burnside. Oh dear, that lad has me in his clutches and won't let me go. I had to write a story where he survives, and well... the rest is history. I even have a tag dedicated to the AU the fic spawned! Well, that was a ton of fun! If anyone reads this and wants to do it themselves, feel free to! Hoping to get more stuff out soon :)