cookies-for-another

[teddybeartoji]

mickey i want you to know that you letting me use your dms as an a/b/o dumping ground dredged up my fucking ancient omegaverse ocs from the depths of my mind 😭 they are now being immortalized in a google doc...i might even draw them

HEHEHEHEHEHE OF COURSEEE!!!! pls i was just abt to pop in to say that i'll try to get back to you tmrw!!!! I AM VERY VERY VERY EXCITED TO LEARN THOUGH I WILL BE A GOLD STUDENT I PROMISE:333333 AND OMG HELLOO??!? AN OC???? THAT'S SO COOL!!!! eeeee i hop you draw them bc i wanna seeeee hehehehee:33333

[fineprintedsunsets]

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

🎃 This Is For Haunted Hoedown Day 8! | My Haunted Hoedown Master-List 🎃

best friends-lovers au + "this fear you feel? it won't last."

Synopsis: Your heart has been broken, and your best friend Ransom has made it his mission to make you smile, with all your favorite things of course.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Throw on this ambiance and spend a day with Ransom as he attempts to cheer you up: tooth-rotting fluff. flirty friends. obvious friends with benefits. a cameo from all my favorite books. sweet!ransomdrysdale x nerd!reader. all the fall vibesss. like alot of fucking angst. Part 2 "We fell in love in October?" maybe?

Baby I'm A Project Lovin' Me's A Mistake.

“Hey sweetheart, How are you doing this morning?” You expected this. Your best friend called you every morning, asking about your plans, checking in, and seeing if you were alright. After, he hung up and went on with his day.

Ransom was like that.

But today, your only reply is a muffled sniffle. Your head is buried deep into your white pillow, both dry and wet tears staining the surface. “Sweetheart? You okay?”

“Yeaaaahhhh” You grog, putting the phone on speaker. You were in fact, not okay. Your boyfriend of 3 years decided to break up with you, he didn’t give a reason, but you're almost ninety percent sure it has to do with a girl you saw him flirting with weeks ago.

It was a red flag, but when you're in love you ignore them.

You wish you hadn’t.

“What happened?” Ransom asks urgently, the sound of his voice is comforting, to hear something then sniffing and silent sobs.

“Nothing, Ransom. I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fine, sweet girl.” You never knew how much you missed his little nicknames until this moment

“I am-”

“I'm coming over.” Ransom rushes out, and embarrassment fills your aching body. He has seen you like this a dozen times, always comforting you, but this time you felt so stupid, How could you not see the signs?

“Please, no-”

The line goes dead, and Ransom disconnects his end. All you can do is scream into your pillow.

🍂

“Shortcake, you have to get out of bed sometime today.” Ransom stands over top of you, his sunglasses hanging by his shirt collar, an expensive-looking jacket on.

“Mmph!” A pillow goes hurdling across the room, heading right for Ransom. Unfortunately, he catches it, launching it on the opposite side of your bed.

“Shortcake.” He says seriously, Ransom's eyes look over your crumbled frame, the blanket covering your half-naked body.

“Ransom. Please. I’m fine.”

“Why don’t I take you out, just you and me? How does that sound?” Your head perches up at his offer, seeing the smile blooming on his smooth features. “Yeah? You like that idea?”

Finally moving your head away from the pillow you’ve been face to face for the last three hours, you nod your head in agreement. Spending a day with your best friend is exactly what you need.

“Get dressed, Shortcake.” He laughs, snatching the blanket off your body, you screech as the cool air caresses your thighs. You throw the blanket in his face, running towards the opposite end of the room to your closet.

“Sneaky little-” You crack a little smile, Your mood is lightning just a bit, but it’s going to be hard to fill the hole your ex left, Ransom would make you forget, for the moment at least.

He would make sure of it.

🍂

The weather was beautiful, auburn colors swirled inside the tree’s leaves, yellows and oranges and red collided to make bursts of colors. It was magical.

Autumn had always been your favorite time of year, the Halloween music, the movies, the pumpkin spice lattes. Everything about this season was extraordinary. Ransom’s car matched the leaves, a light orange, its convertible roof folded down.

It allowed you to smell the Autumn wind, feeling it flow through your hair, wiping it around your face. Ransom fingers find the radio, switching it to the nearest station.

The acoustic version of Boris Pickett's “Monster Mash” blares through the station, and Ransom would be damned if he missed the smile that blooms on your face. Although a weak one, he would take all you had to offer.

“Go ahead, I won’t judge. Sing it, shortcake.” Ransom offers, tapping his fingers against the wheel to the beat, turning left on G.R Drive, heading for town. You shrink back, embarrassment flooding your cheeks.

Ransom keeps one hand on the wheel as his other presses into your jaw jokingly. You rear back, “Stop it.”

“Sing it then.” He bargains, his finger poking at your chest. Ransom wanted so desperately to see a true smile from you, even if it meant forcing you to sing Monster Mash.

“Fine! Stop poking me!” Your buck against his hand, telling Ransom to keep his eyes on the road as you tune into the music, listening to the lyrics.

“He did the monster mash.” You start quietly, twirling your fingers in your lap. Your hoodie is drawn over your knees. Ransom is trying very hard not to burst out laughing, he keeps one eye on you, watching your mouth sync with the lyrics, and one eye on the road, going straight for a place he knows you’ll love.

“From my laboratory in the castle east…” You started again, tapping your foot to the beat, the wind settling your nerves for the moment.

“To the master bedroom, where the vampires feast.” You pick up now, moving in tune with the beat, moving your hands, joking with your body, swaying your hips against the seat belt.

“Sing it, baby!” Ransom laughs, his face was practically red from holding in, and with it you join him, listening to the rest of the song play out.

What is with the fall and happy memories?

🍂

“The bookstore? The fucking bookstore!” You squeal excitedly, watching Ransom’s own features bloom in enjoyment, seeing your cheeks puff. The bookstore's front was decorated with paper leaves, stringing a banner across the glass windows.

Its exterior was black and gold, the perfect place for a sad girl. Books heal all wounds. Ransom’s already by the door, pulling his scar tighter as he holds the frame open for you, urging you in.

“As much as I love seeing you toggle, we have books to buy, sweet girl.”

“I love you, you know that?” You say playfully, although not exactly a lie. Ransom had always been like this, ever since you met in college.

“I love you too.”

Books. So many books. It took all your energy not to scream right there and then.

“Good morning!” An employee greets you both with a small smile, and you return it with glee, going straight to the new release stand, not even bothering to wait for Ransom.

Every book released in the past month was here, you wanted to get all of them. You circle around the table, seeing authors ranging from Nicolas Sparks to Ana Huang. A hand grabs your shoulder, spinning you around. Ransom greets you with a smile, handing you a black basket.

“Go crazy, sweetheart.”

“Ransom…” Because he knew you were going to protest, you always do, he places a finger to your lips, cocking his lips in a grin. “I’d rather spend my money on my shortcake.”

Did you already say you love him?

Because you really do love him.

And you do exactly what Ransom tells you, you go crazy.

Your basket is almost filled to the brim. You had insisted on stopping at three books but Ransom wanted you to fill the whole basket. You wanted around now, taking in the spice scent of hair and the smell of freshly printed paper-backs.

It’s not until you see Ransom, a book in his hand, flipping through the pages, that you truly start to panic. The cover, although rather innocent looking, displayed woods, and the name “CREDENCE” sprawled over the cover.

You have never run faster in your life. You attempt to snatch the book out of his hands, surprising him with your speed, but he grips it nonetheless, laughing as you fail to stop him. Halting completely, you watch in terror as Ransom’s back faces you, blocking your sad attempt at receiving the book he begins to read…

Ransom's voice is extracted, dark and husky. “That’s it…Noah says in a strained voice…” Your thighs clench at his words, not because of Ransom in particular, but because you know exactly what scene he is reading.

Oh god.

“Ransom! Shut up-”

But he ignores you, continuing on.

“-Holding my face as he kisses my nose, and then my lips. Good girl”. Ransom doesn't stop despite your pleas, and the more he reads, the more your thighs clench, maybe it wasn’t the book or the scene, maybe it was-

“I feel his fingers slip under the waistband of my shorts, and he starts to pull them down.” He faces you now, reading the pages, his lips pursing to make his voice seem seductive. Ransom is doing it to piss you off, but you are far from it.

“I look at him, pleading” He looks up for dramatic effect, allowing you to hang onto his every word, “No.”

“Yes”.

“He pulls my shorts and panties-”

You snatch the book out of his hand, carefully trying not to crease the cover. “We're done, let’s go.”

“These are the types of books you read?” He whispers, clearly poking fun. He plops the book from your gripping hand, putting it back on its stand. You try to hide the blush forming on your cheeks, Your best friend or not, that was embarrassing.

“An innocent girl like you?” Ransom smiles, grabbing your basket and heading for check-out. Your lips are slightly parted, looking distraught in the middle of a bookstore.

“Ransom!”

“Come on, Shortcake. We have more places to be.”

What the hell just happened?

🍂

“That fear you feel? It won’t last.” Ransom states, his tone a bit more serious. You quirk your brows as you walk down the street, your books stashed in the back of Ransom's convertible.

“Fear?” You question, look to where he walks next to you on the cracked sidewalk. Leaves crunch unearth your feet as you lose your arms in your hoodie, letting the fabric hang.

“You're afraid to trust again, aren’t you shortcake?”

You closed your mouth quickly. Ransom wasn’t entirely wrong, it had only been a few hours, but you truly thought it would be the last time you would ever love again.

“I trust, Ransom.”

“Who?” He asks, stopping in front of a little coffee shop just around the corner of the bookstore. It looks fairly empty from what you can see in the window.

“I trust you.”

That’s all he’s ever wanted to hear.

You order the first pumpkin spice menu item you read. A latte with whipped cream and real pumpkin. Ransom ordered a black coffee, because… of course he did. You both find an orange booth to settle in, sitting across from each other. Candles are lit throughout the shop as baristas call out orders to the other customers.

You bring your lips to the steaming cup, not caring if it burns your tongue or not, you feel the whipped cream gather on your flesh, smelling the cinnamon rooted throughout the substance. Ransom laughs, reaching over the table, and swiping his thumb across your nose to wear the whip cream sets. “You're a messy girl, shortcake.”

“That’s what your dad said.” You joke, laughing as Ransom shakes his head.

“I’m taking the books back.”

“No!”

He tilts his head in a way that says “Now who’s laughing”.

Unfortunately, it was not you.

You two sat in the coffee shop and converse, ordering drink after drink and dessert after dessert, loud laughter could be heard from one source,

Your table.

🍂

It had been a long day. The night sky rose above you, the air now having a layer of coolness to it, enough to bite you if you went outside. As soon as you got into your apartment, Ransom started you a bath, fiddling with a lighter for a few minutes, trying to light your favorite fall-themed candle.

He poured a generous amount of bubble bath into the tub, watching the hot water steam, turning the liquid into white bubbles.

“Shortcake, Bath’s ready!” Ransom calls, and you put your books down, having about ready to organize them. Your stomach ached from all the pumpkin you practically inhaled today, and a warm bath was just the thing to relieve every taught muscle.

You lean against the door frame in nothing but a towel, smelling the bubble bath mixed with the scented candle. You smile, looking at Ransom, “Thank you.” It dissipates from your lips with more appreciation than you could imagine.

“Of course.” Ransom goes to exit, but your fingers wrap around his wrist, turning him around. “Are you going home?”

“I’ll still be here when you get out of your bath.” He whispers, leaning forward to place a soft kiss against your temple, you don’t think much about it, now when it makes you want to melt. “You're full of surprises today, huh?”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Anything.

🍂

The feel of your best friend's lips against your temple, the sound of his flirty comments and funny resolve, you were starting to look at Ransom in a different way.

A way you both desired but pushed away.

“Ransom!” You call, and in an instant, he’s walking into the bathroom, shielding his eyes as he stops in front of the tub. You smile, heat blooming in your gut.

“Come here, silly.” The hesitation in his steps chips at your heart, but you pursue with it regardless. Ransom kneels by the tub, and carefully you unshield his eyes, holding onto his fingers.

“Shortcake, I don’t want to do anything you're uncomfortable with-” You grab his hand from where it rests in yours, and despite begging to be able to pull away, Ransom doesn't do it. He watches as you glide his hand, being held by the wrist, across your shoulder, bringing his fingers lower to slide down your breast, as your unoccupied hand splashes water upward, making the movement easier.

Ransom’s breath catches as his fingers meet a hardened peak, his eyes locking with your own. “Sweet girl-,

“You showed me what it was like to feel good again, Ransom.” A pained look blossomed on his cheeks, looking to where you sit in the bathtub.

“It was my pleasure.” You see clearly he’s fighting with himself, how far should he go with you? He didn’t want you to think he was using you. You and your ex just broke up.

Ransom also couldn’t deny the burning sensation that settled deep inside him, did he have feelings for his best friend? His best fucking friend of four years?

“It’s too soon-” He pulls away, unsure of his wariness, you sigh, feeling his fingers leave your chest. Perhaps it was for the better, it was so soon, and the last thing you wanted to do was use Ransom for pleasure.

If there was one thing you had known, the one thing that interaction did clarify, You loved him.

Maybe, you always had.

[weirdcat1213]

volume 9 you say....hmm

i fear for my life to be completely honest

anyway HERE WE GO HERE ARE THE THOUGHTS

chap 1:

-geesus no pls no i dont wanna read anymore

-FLASHBACK TIME :D WIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

-3 days of crying is nothing when youre a trigun fan, am i right people :'D

-no im not fucking suffering cuz while all of that is happening the only thing on his mind is young livio NO IM FINE I SWEAR-

-lmao yeah wolfwood call him out >:D

-"you cant understand how i feel" my brother in christ YOURE SURROUNDED BY ORPHANS

-hmmmmmmmmm i mean im not sure if that applies here but who am i to tell him how he feels, sure buddy. happy for you

-geesus man not the dog, like....WHY THE DOG (i think ik why but still)

-tbh i would also go and ask for an explanation

-nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo :c

-ah shit so we're here now oh fuck oh shit okokok cool

-ah yes, sweet bait actually, makes me cry every time

-"once this ark scare is over we'll be living the high life" yeaaaahhhh....about that.....

-YO LEAVE THE ORPHAN ALONE DAMN

-thanks livio :3

chap 2:

-about his age i think hes on his 20s mentally but he looks like hes on his 30s, so hes still an adult but yknow...younger

-oh his eye :0 i love that tiny window between his glasses and his face where you can see his eyes, makes me sad every time

-the coolest mf

-"worse" you say...i wonder who did that to him...

-fuck off, take those fucking tears somewhere else old man

-OOOOOOHHHHH THAT PANEL!!! SO GOOD SO GOOD

-THANKS AGAIN LIVIO (livio's good actions counter: 2 so far) BUT FUCK THAT OLD MAN

chap 3:

-:c

-HES THERE AND HES COMING I PROMISE

-STFU I SWEAR SHUT UP WOLFWOOD PLS JUST ENJOY YOUR STUPID CIGARRETE

-oh ok yeah here we go

-GEESUS MAN, i hope someone kick you ass later

-aw livio noooooo :c

-NAH NO PLS NO BROTHER FIGHT NO NO

-damn

chap 4:

-no that fucking title while theyre bleeding holy crap no stop it nightow stop it

-leave my man alone plsssssssssssssssss

-OH I FUCKING FELT THAT. WOLFWOOD REACHING FOR ANOTHER MAGAZINE AND LIVIO SHOOTING AT THE SAME MOMENT. I FELT THAT

-oh thats...thats kinda hot actually (i say while wolfwood fights for his little life)

-i love nightow taking his fucking time. yes sir i will enjoy a page of the vial dropping from his mouth without any dialogue, thank you sir

-PAIN :D

-SHUT UP OLD MAN

-"please survive"................................im gonna need a million years

chap 5:

-VASH BABY WHERE ARE YOU I NEED YOU

-demon....while hes killing his bro.....i have a limit thats all im saying

-ITS CALLED LOVE BITCH

-HE GIVES A FUCK ABOUT THE HONOR HE JUST WANTED TO PROTECT HIS HOME WTF

-STOP TALKING AND KILL HIM MAN CMONNNN

-oh....he looks so pretty tho. likes he came back to life and is surrounded by his servants....damn that goes hard...

-oh yeah, that arm that had no explanation whatsoever. its ok tho, nightow gets a pass

-ah fuck.....hes here...

-yeap, you could say thats a demon ig

chap 6:

-AH YES SAD FLASHBACK IN MENTAL PALACE MAKES ME GO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. ONE OF THE BEST THINGS EVER IM TELLING YA :D

-im sorry

-im jumping through the window idc anymore. poor livio man

-"fortitude".........yeah.....

-yeap that is scary as hell RUN WOLFWOOD GET TF OUTTA THERE

-DONT SMILE LIKE THAT YOU FREAK

-NONONONONONON SHUT UP WOLFWOOD SHUT UP

-STOPPPPPPPPPPPP

-STOPL PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE

-DIOS IM NOT STRONG ENOUGH

-orange if you animate this i will punch you but also kiss you in the lips

-i wonder what he means with that bell thats supposed to be tolling. hmmm. maybe its like a "hey come back to reality" kind of alarm thats not sounding

nightow you amazing bastard

[achroma-dw]

I just noticed u also use it/its!!! Cool pronouns, it's always so nice to see a fellow it/its user <3

YEAAAAHHHH EHEHEHE

[angelpray]

definitely angels because obviously, but especially like unconventional angels :]

YEAAAAHHHH i love the weird ones like thrones and those horses made of fire that may or may not have riders i think they're all so cool

[endervention]

Finished chapter 6!

LETS GOOOO ZETTA IS BACK. Geara even picked him up with his worm like a date. #truelove

But the talks about betrayal does make me concerned that there will be infighting within Team Xen. Especially with the conversation between Jenner and Zetta.

Also Venam and Melia reunion. Heck yeah!! I am worried for Ren though. Narcissa's words seem to have come true. If he's goes super far back I'll cry.

This is from the start of Chapter 7 but I also find the dynamic between Zetta, Madelis and Geara fun so far LOLLL. Zetta and Madelis getting along while shitting on Geara and him shitting on them(he shits on everyone but it's funnier here). (Also live Ren reaction LMAO)

HELL YEAAAAHHHH he really picked him up on his worm !! true love.. they're going on a date to valor mountain :O and speaking of true love, venam and melia's reunion is always so cute ;;;

there's alot of fun foreshadowing in the game!! i think you'll love chapters 7-8 alot too, since it's REALLY cool what they decide to do with team xen's entire situation then >:)

LIVE REN REACTION (PRAYING FOR HIS SAFETY CONSTANTLY TBH)!! i love the xen executive trio theyre so funny HDJDCHVH,, geara really seems to dislike zetta & madelis' "getting along well" friendship-ish thing and it's hilarious LOL

[patches-and-her-selfships]

I LIKE YOUR NEW BOYFRIEND PATCHES, that is an guy fr!!!

I KNOW!!!!! I KNOW!!!! HES SO COOL YEAAAAHHHH SO CCOOL SO GENDER AGSGFHAHFHSHDBA *foams at the mouth*

[violetwynd]

Ayy it's drax

Part one? PART ONE?!?! Fuuuuck dude

There she is there's JESSICA

Yo Jason momoa too good cast

Wait is this pretty boy aristocrat named PAUL?!

Yeaaaahhhh he's gonna die

His dad seems like an alright guy

Runnn it's a setup it's a setup it's a setup

Ok now a look into this sound religion

/mom Jessica you traitor/

She's terrified and I can already see why

Goddamn right boy you look her in the fuckin eyes

Fuck this evil nun

"young human" yeah cause you're not huh

Man I feel for this mom

They selectively bred a psychic, cool

What a second so she could have chosen the gender of her baby? What am I saying it's sci-fi there's probably a lot of eugenics going on

Bagpipes lol

What a weird mishmash of cultures

I like these dragonfly ships

Alright I'm an hour into this now it's a good movie so far I'll do a follow up if I finish it tonight

[goosefeathered]

I do love pinterest I love to look at hallways, doors I love doors, staircases as well I love staircases. I love also biiiiiiig rooms but with low ceilings and also like big concrete rooms with high ceilings. I like when a hallways curves ever so slightly so you can't see the end ibthink that's so scary I love it. I hate being under a flickering light but when I see one I'm like yeaaaahhhh exactly so true and when it is yellow also? So cool

[citrine-elephant]

i got this neat vest yesterday for like 10 bucks

[sug4r-sp1c3]

HELLOOEJWJDIIW YOUR ACCOUNT IS COOLIO !!! CAN I GET A CH HEAD CANON OF GERMANY,CANADA,PHILIPINES,SAUDI ARABIA WITH AN S/O WHO LOVES CAT AND OWNS LIKE 3? UR ACCOUNT IS COOL <333

HOLY SHI-

HI THIS ISN'T AN ACCOUNT IS A CALL FOR HELP'CUZ I SIMP A LOT OF IDIOTS/j

Germany, Canada, Philipines, and Saudi Arabia with a S/o that haves and loves cats

Germany

this bitch loves when he comes back of his job and the 3 cats are there waiting him + his lovely S/o

thats heaven ofc

loves to feed them small pieces of meat from their lunch or breakfast (ham, sausages, meat, etc.)

buys you cat stuff and toys for them

loves waking up with 3 furballs with him and s S/o

doesn't let you scold them or say bad words in front of them

"SH#T"

"SWEETIE NOT IN FRONT THE CATS-" proceds to cover the cats ears

"[insert name of the cat] WHY DIDYOU BROKE THE CORTAINS-"

"i was playing with the laser and with him sorry!"

or

"i broke it!-"

bro yeah with ur nails u broke like 55 dolars cortains

YEAAAAHHHH

Canada

cat man vibes

loves your cats and he loves you!

but he doesn't love the result in his clothes

"[insert one of the cats name] i have to clean my jackte again!"

haves to buy cat toys because they probably play and broke one of his raccoon hats

and the bad result of that

is that ur babys don't have whiskas for a week

"thats what they get! chasing that raccoons its hard!"

loves buying them cat treats,

definitly one of ur cats its a fatty one

and he loves that

he would try to take one of them(or all) to hunt

spoiler now he has like 7 more hats

"LOOK I HAVE MORE RACCON HATS-"

"PLEASE DON'T TELL ME THAT MY BABIES HUNT THOSE RACCOONS-"

"YOUR BABIES HUNT THOSE RACCOONS-"

"okay why i am sleeping in the coach"

Philipines

HE LOVES KITTIES

like germany he defens them and buys you cat things, and toys for them

"WHO BROKE THE CORTAINS!?"

"ME, IT WASN'T OUR BABIES AND YOU DON'T HAVE NOTHING TO PROVE THAT THEY DID IT!"

ok but now explain why one of them was climbing of one of the cortains

"ok but aare you okay? one of my cats hurt you while you was playing with them"

"THEY LOVE MEEEE"

you can't sleep in r bed 'cuz the cats are in ur place

imagine this

you send poland to buy some things and he comes back with the things you asked

and

food, toys,sweets, clothes, beds, things, etc.

for

ur

cats

just him being a cinnamon roll,

Saudi Arabia

(since i take a break of the fandom [before i start this blog] i don't know how some ppl think that saudi A acts, so here is going to be the typical scary man but a soft man when you know him better)

i feel like your kitties are going to be scared of him

but after a lot of cuddles, cleaning everything, pats, and toys ur kitties will love him

its like their dad lmao 😭

"i love our little cats,... but please keep them away from my S U I T S "

this man definitly haves one of those sweaters with a cat on it

if ur cats are the ones that chase mices, flys, etc(idk my cat chases flys lmao) just to bring them to him

he will feel alabated.... and when the cat is not watching he will throw it but everyone here would do that so ssshhhh

If you give more attention to your cats than to him, he gets mad and won't give him whiskas.

although if you give them to him without him noticing- well he realizes

"/opening the [cabinet/basket/drawer] where his food is supposed to be/"THERE WAS 41 WHISKAS, 4 1 , NOW I WATCH JUST 38! E X P L A I N"

"THEY WHERE- wait you counted the food envelopes and you memorized how much it was?

"oh look [cat name] brought us another cricket, awww"

"ANSWER U SCARY MF"

{YESS ANOTHAR REQ, okay its been a hell wirte with my throat feeling like I'm dying,but meh, with 1 or 2 pills it goes away, back on topic, the limit is 4 blabla, ehmmm, I've been getting a lot of questions from Countryhumans lmao, I love writing for them, miss spells, etc etc, just say it}

[beehop]

Anyway I just watched The Half of It, it was excellent, there was yearning, I cried multiple times. Highly recommend!!

[recurringwriter]

Fanfic Writer Tag Game

thank you @omgkalyppso for the tag!

What's your all-time favorite ship?

hmm probably at this point it's rodriguela but i was always a big fan of chrom/sully. before that though i really liked cormag/tana (platonic). i think i've always been too much of a multishipper for an otp

How many works do you have on AO3?

i have 41 works at the moment! and hopefully many more to come (i certainly have many more wips)

What's your total AO3 word count?

522,825 in 2 years! yikesies!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

say it with swords - the polyamorous felix birthday fic i wrote last year! it deserves the top spot because there's 4 swordfights and felix gets to see how much everyone cares for him. rated T, 4 chapters

this diminuendo only gets obscene - yeaaaahhhh!!!! the morning after rodrigue and manuela hook up when he visits the monastery in ch5!!! and everyone is acting oh so strangely and he can't figure it out. rated M

Hate to let you down - the Eh-U!!!!!! with oc Mia and Felix and oodles of character growth. i'm So Close to being done the next chapter but i keep forgetting to work on it. rated M now, i don't even know how many chapters anymore. over 70.

whatever doesn't make me stronger kills me - VW syl/vix. don't read this. M rating, angsty and whatever. 4 chapters. i never loved it and published too fast/without putting as much care into it as i could've.

caw'll me maybe - henry awakening and marianne 3houses talk about crows. fun. delightful. lots of cute puns. rated G. please read it

Do you reply to comments, why or why not?

yes!!! i love comments and i love replying to comments and i'm so behind and feel ridiculous because it's been 2 months now but ;u; i appreciate them so much and need to let my commenters know that

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

hmm it's probably between the abovementioned syl/vix and i love you, sincerely, yours truly, yours truly which is a sci-fi thing where sylvain goes into the future and meets a robot lady who looks like ingrid. oh and the divorce au which is just angsty all over. but it isn't ended per se

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

how can i not say steal of two, where Claude and the Golden Deer play for the Fodlan Brier Championship? yes, this is a curling fic. i'm going to be loudly egotistical and say it might be the best curling fic ever written. also familiar starring catboy rodrigue has a quite happy ending that makes you go 'rowodriguwue'

Do you write crossovers?

i did! i wrote a 3houses x pokemon coliseum crossover! chapter one, anyway. and then there's the 3houses x awakening one. but it's not something i want to do lots though.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

no, thank goodness! i've gotten a few comments where i've been like 'okay, i think you don't appreciate the love that went into this particular chapter or fic' but nothing that's been outright mean. so grateful for how nice people have been. are people scared of me?

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i have...been making some attempts lately because i Want to. so yes. i now have 3 E-rated fics and there's more on the way. and i will not say anymore

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

oooh not to my knowledge! if anyone has i wonder if that's where all the hate comments meant for me ended up

Have you ever had a fic translated?

no, and i can hardly imagine the process! that sounds like such a difficult task and i bet translators must really have to love what they're translating.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i have not and am on the fence about whether or not i'd ever want to. it seems cool, but also Very Difficult. i'm particular about weird stuff and lazy about others, so i'm not sure what kind of person i'd work best with. i am curious to try someday, though.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

i think that if i want to finish a wip then i will. i have a curling fic that i started and left hanging--i don't think i'll finish it, but only because i don't really care about it anymore. maybe someday i will.

What are your writing strengths?

i have so many strengths. action, dialogue, apparently i'm improving at setting which is Wow Incredible because i always struggled with it, when i bother to describe clothing i do it well. i generally write about things i care about, so i try to write with care. i also write fast. i write lots. and i have fun while i write.

What are you writing weaknesses?

i struggle with writing character descriptions. i can do it, but it's Hard. same with clothing, and food that isn't breakfast. sometimes i write too much dialogue for what i intended a scene to be, because i get carried away. getting carried away might be both a strength and a weakness.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

if it's done well it's done well. i don't know other languages well enough to do it, nor have i read much where it's been done? aksdjhgfkjhg so i haven't given this much thought.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

i wrote a fire emblem fates vignette before the game released (on my main blog and you'll never find it). before that it was oops! all original, and never shared.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

steal of two has been mentioned already, and to be honest? i love almost everything i've posted. some are a little on the euuugh not quite side, because i rushed them or they feel SO niche that i'm self-conscious, but in general? i wrote it because i loved it. i hope other people can enjoy them half as much as i do.

i think most people have already been tagged? if you were missed in this though now's your chance to do the tag game. yes i am speaking to you directly. i don't even need to tag you.

[kimberlyannharts]

MMPR #6 is here!  Black Dragon is here!  lots of cool things are here!!!!

- i wish we could see more of Tommy’s mom.  what’s her deal.  what’s her life with Tommy like.  she’s the only one with common sense here yet she somehow raised the biggest idiot alive

- where were you the first time a character said a swear in an official power rangers comic book

- i’m pretty sure the Black Dragon’s little sound and light show is just metallic screeching, but i like to think it’s a playlist of Drakkon’s emo tunes.  he just cranks that Linkin Park

- YEAAAAHHHH LOOK AT HER GO THE FIRST ONE TO LAND A HIT ON BLACK DRAGON I LOVE HERRRRR

- every time someone tries to pull a OOOHHHH JASON VS DRAKKON i just think about this scene

- this is a good way to raise the stakes but at the same time Black Dragon just yeeting Billy out of the teleportation beam is so funny

- okay enough drama and high-stakes plot OOOOOOOOHHHHH TOMMY CHECKING ON KIM AND MAKING SURE SHE’S OKAY OOOOOOOOHHHHHH

- remember when Kim actually tried to stop the petty drama instead of instigating it HA HA HA i’m not bitter.

- in a more lighthearted sense, “everybody throwing shade” really dates this, doesn’t it.  when’s the last time anyone has said that

- tiny gf protecting her giant bf: the beginnings.  she >:c

- well this doesn’t look familiar at all.  HA HA I’M NOT BITTER.

- for real though this page really hits it over the readers’ head that Black Dragon had something to do with Tommy.  everyone who thought Drakkon could have been Zack.....let’s be honest, that was always just wishful thinking

- a year-ish and two power crisises later Tommy will look back on this and consider it incredibly ironic

[danceintheskies]

every fire emblem boxart, rated

shadow dragon and the blade of light

pantsless marth… phenomenal. cool composition w mars’s lads in the shadow of his cape. vaguely racist hardin makes me feel some kinda way tho. also check out this guy who’s dabbing

5/10: where’s cain bro…

gaiden

celica is pretty. dong armour alm calls out to the poem of my soul. beautifully rendered bg. valbar is there but it’s ok he’s chaperoning their date

4.5/10 duma looks a little like thanos here and it’s setting off alarm bells

mystery of the emblem

YEAHHHHHH the composition’s a little less inspired than the others and the horses look kind of janky but who CARES we have CAEDA and MERRIC and LINDE and BLONDE BASTARD and CAEDA’S HUSBAND and MEDEUS and A MYSTERIOUS DRAGON I WONDER WHO THAT MIGHT BE HUEHUEHUE

YEAAAAHHHH/10: YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

genealogy of the holy war

you will see people take the piss on fe4′s art style. i will be one of them. but i will say this does a good job of representing a story passing from one generation to the next. my boy seliph is front and center and all is right with the world-- wait, what do you mean im playing as his bimbo dad for the first twelve hours of this game

5.5/10 i can respect that sigurd is using his canon weapon, Silver Sword

thracia 776

this is so. chefs kiss. youve got all your major players. my boy leif looks radiant. the sepia tone works well for the serious tone of the game. the only gripe i have is that kempf looks way too serious for someone whose defining character trait is that he has a constant envy boner for reinhar

7/10 wait what do you mean reinhardt isn’t the lord of this game

binding blade

AAAAUUUUHHGH i dont even LIKE binding blade but this artwork is just so sexy . they really nailed the more painterly watercolour style starting with the gba games yall. roy and lilina contrasted with murdock and -mysterious hooded girl huehue- in the shadows is so artfully done i can’t even make jokes about it

10/10 roy’s my boy now

blazing blade

this used to be one of my least favourite fe boxarts UNTIL i learned the english ver dulled down the colours quite a bit. hector looks like he came 10 minutes late to the photoshoot and doesn’t know what’s happening, and i’m into it.

8/10 lyn i love you but please tell me you’re wearing underwear

sacred stones

oh FUck Yes

Fuck Yes/10: thank you for my life sachiko wada

path of radiance

i could literally wax poetic about this picture for years, and not just because this is my favourite fe. you’ve got all your major players. you’ve got cool vfx and generally beautiful painted style courtesy of legend on earth kita senri. you’ve got soren about to beat up his darwinist homophobe of a dad. I’ve got the full res version of this pic saved to my desktop so i can look at ike’s muscly forearms in hd at any time what’s not to love

10000000/10 thank you ike for defeating racism

radiant dawn

fire emblem radiant dawn was an ambitious game, especially with its overarching villain and final boss, Unnamed Wyvern Rider

7/10 did you know they had a whole team of people dedicated to making the characters in these games as pretty as possible. you can put more of them on the boxart guys it’s ok

shadow dragon

Where’s Marth

Where’s Marth/10: where is he

new mystery of the emblem

i can dig it. the filmstrip/hanging scroll style is very reminiscent of the original famicom games with a new spin. daisuke izuka’s marth is center stage, looking handsome :)

8/10 hardin isn’t vaguely racist anymore

awakening

literally iconic. sexy symbolism with everyone’s weapons parallel to each other as they dive into the future while masked marth dives into the past. more clean and bare-bones than a lot of the other covers, but in the best way-- it really feels like a timeless game.

10/10 why’d they have to do my mans kellam like that tho

fates

stunning. what sexy duality. thank you for going this hard kozaki yusuke

9/10 raised the bar way too high for this game

echoes

hidari was such a good choice for this game, his style is always so... wistful? i can forgive only having alm and celica on the cover since it focuses on fewer main characters than, say, radiant dawn. the sorta-parallel lines of troops into the clouds as alm and celica stand back to back really sets the tone for this game. why are there wyverns in the sky when you never see any tho ajhsdjfsa

9.5/10 i kind of miss valbar. i hope he’s okay

three houses

all three of these house leaders are going to collapse on top of each other after the photo is taken.

makes you think/10: claude is the only person in this game who has any braincells and he’s using the tip of his bow as an honest to god weapon . guys .

in conclusion

fire emblem is a game that exists

[timeaftertime-chriscornellfanfic]

Chapter 17 - Age Of Aquarius

Seattle Washington, January 23 1990

(Andi is 20 and 20, Chris is 25)

ANDI: Backstage at The Moore theatre, all of us with Soundgarden and Mother Love Bone were hanging out and having a little pre-show party before Soundgarden was taking the stage. It had been a while since we were all together hanging out and everyone was having the time of their life, especially me given the fact that it is my 20th birthday. Yes, this little time travel wonder was born on this day in 1970. I swear there are some days where I feel a hell of a lot older though. 

After the fight that Andy and Xana had back in December, things have been a little strange around the apartment. You can feel the tension between them. Xana apologized of course especially to me, though I had nothing to do with it. She just felt horrible that she let her temper get the best of her and she never meant for that incident with the T.V to happen. I asked her straight out if she was fucking around with some guy other than Andy and she completely denied it. Swearing up and down that Andy is the only one for her, and I believe her. I just know that something is up because Andy has changed.

Andy has always been that flirtatious, flamboyant, life of the party kind of guy. He can also be pretty shy too when he's not trying to put on a show for everyone. Usually when he's had a few that's when he's pretty showy but living with him over the last year, you can really see how he's just like any other normal guy. So sweet and one of my best friends. Chris and him are so incredibly close too. I swear if I wasn't in the picture, Chris and Andy would be together - and I mean that in the most endearing way of course - they just love each other like brothers if you know what I mean. 

When I found out Andy had been using, I told Chris because I wasn't sure who to talk to about it. It scares me to think that he has to turn to that to feel better. Chris assured me that everything is going to be fine and that he was going to figure out a way to confront him about it, he just didn't want to come on too strong with Andy, because that never works. Chris had said that Andy had gone through this before - which is why Chris asked Andy to move in with him so he could help him get better- and Andy was able to get sober once before so he knows he'll be able to do it again. He just needs time. 

"Happy Birthday love," Andy drops down beside me on the large sectional couch, handing me a box wrapped up in shiny silver paper with a red bow on top.

"Oh, Andy... you didn't have to," I say and take a sip of my beer, then set it down on the table in front of us.

"I know, but I wanted to," He says sweetly taking a sip of his beer and resting his arm on the back of the couch to face me a little more. I flip my curls out of my face and slowly open up the box eyeing him as I unwrap it while he just smirks at me. Eventually I am able to open it and I pull out a double sided picture frame, and as I open it there is a picture of Chris and I that Andy had taken at what looked like one of the many gatherings we have backstage. Chris is holding me as we sit on a couch, in the middle of placing a kiss on my cheek as I'm caught in mid hysterical laughter.

"That was the night he found out that they were nominated for a Grammy..." Andy says and I start to tear up a bit. 

The other side was a picture of Chris with Andy that I had taken, at the photo shoot that Mother Love Bone was doing for their record 'Apple' which is going to be released in April this year. Chris has his arm around Andy, his curls all flipped to one side wearing a Nirvana tank top and Andy just looks so cute standing next to him all in white with that cute little smirk he does sometimes.

I glance at him and he has the sweetest smile spread across his face and I immediately reach over and wrap my arms around him, giving him the biggest hug I could ever give him.

"Thank you," I say quietly, and a little shakily as I try to hold back my tears. He places his hand on my back and gently strokes as I try me best to let go but I don't want to. 

"There's um... there's something else in there too," Andy's voice cracks. I slowly pull away from him, wiping my eye and lift up the picture frame to see a gorgeous dark brown leather guitar strap with all of my favorite bands - Black Sabbath, The Beatles, Aerosmith, Metallica, Guns N Roses and so on - etched into the leather.

"Oh my god this is fucking cool," I giggle and Andy chuckles.

"Here, if you flip it over.... see?" Andy says and shows me the underside of the strap.

"To the most badass goddess of a guitarist I know... Love, L'Andrew the Love Child otherwise known as Andy... 01/23/90" I giggle as I read out loud the inscription that he wrote for me.

"Hey babe," Chris appears, looking extremely amazing in his black baggy shorts and a white fitted tank, his dark curls flowing perfectly passed his shoulders.

"Hi... look... look what I got," I excitedly show Chris my guitar strap as he sits down beside me. "Isn't it fucking cool?" I say smiling away as Andy takes a sip of his beer.

"Yea, baby," Chris smiles at me and Andy rises from the couch, saying something about grabbing another beer and walks away from us to join the others.

"Is that us?" Chris asks gesturing to the picture frame that sat in the box on my lap still.

"Yea, and look... me and you... and you and Andy," I say as I hand it over to him so that he can see. Chris takes a sip of his beer and sets it down on the table in front of us then studies the photos that were in the frame.

"Is this the one you took?" Chris asks glancing at the photo of him and Andy.

"Yea," I smile.

"I look like a dork," Chris says flatly and grabs his beer to take a sip.

"Fuck off, no you don't," I laugh as I playfully slap him in the chest. He nearly chokes on his beer and I stop laughing for a moment, realizing I made him spill some down his chin and to his chest.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," I giggle as I cover my mouth with my hand.

"You're fucking in for it now," Chris smirks setting the beer down on the table.

"No!" I squeal with laughter as he pulls me into him laying me across his lap and kissing my neck me but tickling me as I try to stop him.

"Come to think of it, I haven't given you your birthday spanking yet," Chris says low in my ear.

"Hey, you're not doing that to me with everyone here," I say trying to be serious.

"Oh,  so you want me to, huh?" Chris raises his eyebrow at me and I just bite my bottom lip.

"Maybe," And as I raise my eyebrow at him, I could see his expression turn to lust instantly and just before he could say or do anything else, it was time for Soundgarden to take the stage.

"I fucking love you so much baby," Chris says in my ear, standing just off to the side stage, with his Gibson slung over his shoulder.

"I fucking love you too," I whisper back and he places his lips on mine, my fingers lacing through his thick soft curls, sucking that bottom lip of his and not wanting to let him go.

"And now for your noisy and extremely loud listening pleasure... SOUNDGARDEN!" 

And with that, he pulls away from me and heads out on stage.

*****

"... hands all over, 

words I utter...

Change them into, things you want to...

Like balls of clay...

Put your hands away...

yea... put your hands... those hands... American woman...

stay away from me... American woman... just let me be...

you know I gotta go woman.... I gotta leave... I gotta leave you woman.... bye bye

BYE BYE!!! BYE BYE!!!! BYE BYE!!!! YEA YEA YEAAAAHHHH!!!!"

Hearing Chris somehow turn 'Hands All Over' into 'American Woman' by The Guess Who was just unbelievable. I didn't even realize those songs could work so well together but somehow he is able to pull it off into a medley that is unlike anything I've ever heard. As much as I wanted to hear the rest, I really needed to pee like something fierce, and if I don't go now, I'm gonna pee all over the side stage. I quickly take the last sip of my beer and head down offstage to set the empty bottle down on one of the tables. 

"Hey girl, Happy Birthday," Susan smiles at me.

"Thank you," I smile back pushing my curls out of my eyes.

"Where you going?" She asks.

"Gotta pee... if Chris asks, I'm just in the bathroom," I slur a little bit. I didn't think I had that many drinks but apparently I did.

"Sure," She smiles at me and pats me on my arm and I head down the long fluorescent hallway of The Moore theatre. With my darks curls bouncing as I walk down the hallway in my Doc Martens, I round the corner and make my way towards the washrooms when I see a girl who looks extremely familiar. Her long dark curls hang across her face in ringlets as she looks down at herself adjusting her plain black tank top and mini skirt with Doc Marten's matching mine. She then looks up at me and it was something I haven't encountered in such a long time. 

It's me.

"Hi," She says and for a moment I thought maybe I had too much and that I'm only really just dreaming this but I know for certain that this is me. My future me.

"Hey," I say as if I'm seeing an old acquaintance for the first time in years.

Now like I've explained, I have done this before, but not since I was a little girl. It's not the same as the way all the sci-fi movies and books have explained how this sort of thing works, where if you encounter yourself  - future or past - you run the risk of creating some sort of time warp or black hole or however they describe something bad happening. It's not like that at all. It's just me, in a different time, either younger or older, like you would have a twin or a brother or sister...or something. 

"It's our birthday isn't it?" She asks.

"Um, yea..." I smile shyly, pushing a curl behind my ear.

"I'm sorry I just really have to pee... follow me in?" I say to myself and she nods. I look behind me to see if anybody was looking and it seemed like the coast was clear, so I take her hand and head into the washrooms.

"When are you from?" I ask her as I head into the stall and close the door.

"1990... just a few months from now." She says.

There's was silence between us as I relieved myself, suddenly somehow feeling awkward that I could hear me peeing... that isn't just me sitting on the toilet... er.. you know what I mean.

"I've got to tell you something, and I know I always told you that I wouldn't ever tell you about the future but... I guess in this case I should," She says. I finish my business and pull up my ripped jeans, flush the toilet and open the stall door. 

"Tell me what?" I ask as I move over to the sink and wash my hands.

"It's about Andy... you've got to confront him... help him, anything you can do to just -" She starts becoming frantic, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes.

"Whoa, whoa... hey... what? I mean I know about the whole thing and you already know I told Chris already -" I say as I turn off the sink taps and dry my hands with the paper towel dispenser but she cuts me off.

"No, no... you have to help him Andrea... you... don't understand. If you can somehow make this time travel curse work in our favor, you have to... please..." She starts to cry as my eyebrows knit together in confusion. I slowly move over to her and wrap my arms around her as she cries into my shoulder. It's always been a strange feeling to hold myself because at the same time we both acquire the memory instantly, feel the same feeling of consolation and empathy all at once. 

*****

"Hey baby, where were you?" Chris asks when he comes through the backstage door, Kim Matt and Jason slipping passed him to the dressing room. 

"I just had to pee," I say and he smiles at me, wearing only his shorts and Doc Marten's, his hair still damp from when he was throwing bottles of water all over the stage and the audience. He puts his arm around my shoulders, as I place my hand on his chest, feeling him flex a little. He leans down placing his lips on my temple and whispers how much he loves me while we walk back to the dressing room.

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