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I made this exact poll before but I've decided to split it in 2 this time. Anyway
#sep talks#septimus heap#silas heap#alther mella#simon heap#milo banda#and uh. Idk how to tag the rest of them so <3
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can i request where reader cant go to their match and they got angry which makes them say the word "i shouldve invite *ex's name*, she wouldve come." and reader reaction can be up to you! with rin and maybe chigiri? thank you so much and please stay hydrate! sending loves <33
OHHH MYYY GODDD ANONNN……..
the way i gasped so loud when i saw this OMGOMG
okay so, idk if you’re wanting PURE ANGST for this but like i’ll add fluff at the end anyway bc the more the merrier😇😁😁
OKAY SO UMM..i’m a procrastinator, it’s no secret. so uhh chigiris will be posted when i remember to work on it, sorry😭
“are you serious?” “you’re..kidding, right?”
chigiri hyoma and rin itoshi x reader (seperate) click here for chigiri’s
tags/warnings: angst to comfort, swearing, arguing, NOT PROOFREAD…
synopsis: if he’s so insistent on you being there to support him, why doesn’t he do the same?
a/n: i am SO SORRY this took so long </3 i got busy but this request is soo..chefs kiss i hope i did it justice😓
RIN ITOSHI—
the faint mumbles from the tv filled rin’s apartment as you made a quick snack to eat, knowing your boyfriend should be home any minute. you sat down on the couch to eat, turning the tv volume up as background noise while you looked out the window. it faced a gorgeous view of your city, along with a nice view of the sunset.
after some time, you were back in the kitchen to clean up a bit.
*click*
the jingling of keys indicated rin was home, a tad later that usual but you payed no mind to it.
“hey,” you smiled, “welcome home, how was practice?” arms wrapping around his neck as he set his bag down, taking his shoes off. his arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him, planting a kiss on your temple.
“eh, same as always. those lukewarm lunatics don’t know what they’re doing”
you hummed in response, rin pulling away from you to look you in the eye. he spoke again. “we have a game in a few days. you’re going, right?” it sounded more like a demand than a question.
“oh uh about that” you broke eye contact, a twinge of nervousness tainted your face. “i was given an extra shift at work so i’ll be swamped, i don’t think i’ll be able to make it, sorry”
his before softened gaze now pierced right through you, full of annoyance. “really? i thought you’d want to come to my games.” his arms left your torso and flopped to his side, lower back resting on the counter.
“i do! i always do..rin you know this, i go to your games when i can but lately i’ve just been more busy an-” you rambled.
he cut you off, “quit the excuses.”
“excuse me?” you replied, shocked at how his silver tongue was so quick to interrupt you.
“i get it. you’re busy. you don’t have to make up these half-baked excuses and try to make me feel better.” he moved from the counter, straightening his back and showing his full height, looking down on you as if you were less than him at that moment.
“excuses? rin, what the hell are you talking about? i’m being serious.” confusion swirled in your mind, what was up with him??
“you know, i never had these problems with *ex’s name*. she was always happy to come to my games. no excuses, no lies. every game, she was there. why can’t you be like that?” rin’s venom stained words singed into your brain, glints of annoyance pooled in his eyes. a twinge of guilt settled in his gut the minute those words spilled out of his mouth, but he payed no mind to it.
“what?” your eyes widened in disbelief, “are you fucking serious?”
how could he say that? sure, rin was petty and used bitter language when he was upset, but comparing you to his ex? that was a new low, even for him. after all of the crap you two talked about when mentioning both of your exes in the past, you’d assume he’d want absolutely nothing to do with her. right?
“why wouldn’t i be?” not once did his gaze leave your figure, was he serious? “she actually took my career seriously.”
you were beyond shocked, eyes narrowing as your brows knitted together. “invite her then.” you retorted. “maybe i will, maybe then i’ll have someone who actually supports me there.” he scoffed.
his words made your blood boil, eye twitching before you spoke again, “get out.” you gritted through your teeth, fingers fiddling with the hem of your (his) sweater as to not lose your cool.
“what?” he scoffed, not expecting such a response (he really should have, what was he thinking??)
“did i fucking stutter? or is your skull too thick to hear what i have to say. get. out.”
the strikers face further scrunched, yet not moving an inch. “this is my apartment. if you’re upset, then leave.” he brushed past you without a single regret as to what he had said, not entirely believing you’d actually leave, where else did you have to go?
“fine then.” you slipped your shoes on while dialing a number on your phone before slamming the door, leaving the rin to sit with his thoughts. you had much, much more to say, but the thought of having to stay in the same vicinity as you made your stomach churn.
who did you call? why, your best friend of course, who else would you trust with this information. sure, rin’s teammates weren’t bad people to open up to, but you needed someone who could understand your feelings through angry sobs and incoherent mumbles.
it was only a matter of time before you were sat on yours friends bed, angry tears burning your cheeks as you rambled on about how dumb your boyfriend was.
“break up with him” your friend mumbled, only half joking. “me personally, i wouldn’t stay with a man, nah, a BOY who brings up his ex when he’s mad..”
you lifted your head from the tear stained pillow to meet your friend’s gaze. “yeah but……ugh i hate when you’re right” your sentence ending with a laugh
“i’m kidding..kind of” she sneered “either way, screw him, ghost his ass until he comes crying at your doorstep”
“what??” you shot up from your position, now almost on top of your friend. she was faced you, a more serious expression painting her face
“seriously though, you shouldn’t have to deal with that shit [n/n], he has the be the one to apologize.” you nodded in response, good thing your friend had a bit more common sense than you did in that moment.
“yeah, you’re right, thanks”
“any time, now do you wanna stay here or are you good to go home?”
“i’ll stay here and bug you more”
“okay then” she laughed out, the two of you now laying on the bed on your backs, staring at the ceiling
• { time skip - two days later } •
the radio silence that came from rin was like torture, did he not care? not a single text or phone call, not even a message given from one of his teammates. it was hard to stay positive.
sure, he deserved the silent treatment, but he was your boyfriend. his company single-handedly made your days better. being separated because of a fight that he didn’t want to resolve was stupid.
your friend tried taking you out today to get your mind off of the situation. it was going well, up until you walked into your favorite cafe.
you were met with a face you were too familiar with. rin’s. his eyes widened in disbelief and he twitched, almost as if he was about to run after you. and so you and your friend took one good look at him and immediately left. if the argument was going to be resolved, it wasn’t going to be in a public cafe.
your friend pushed you by the shoulders as you both shuffled out of the doors, you pulling out your phone to find another place to go to at the same time.
“shit.” was the only thing that rin had managed to mutter out as he saw the two of you running away from the cafe. it’s not that he wanted to avoid you. it’s that he was ashamed. he was scared that nothing he would say would amount to enough of an apology for what he said.
rin was scared that this was the end of you two. his worst fears of losing the one person he knew loved and understood him were coming true and is was his fault. the past few days were filled with doubt and regret, his teammates even noticing his practices were depleting.
the rest of the day came and went, your friend dropped you off back at your apartment where you collapsed on the couch, left with your thoughts once again. you were about to just pass out on your couch and ditch work the next morning, like you have been for the past few days.
that was until you heard a frantic knock on your door, jolting you awake. your worried expression dropped to one of annoyance and bitterness; it was rin. but, he looked different. his usually blank expression was now one of exhaustion and hurt.
he’d been..crying?
your eyes widened in confusion, you opened your mouth to tell him to leave before he cut you off.
“i’m sorry” he blurted out
he was looking down to you, except it was much different than before. rin looked desperate, his eye contact only further confirmed it.
he reached his hand out to place it on your shoulder, hesitating. you opened the door to let him in, sitting on the edge of your couch next to each other.
“i’m so sorry [name].”
“i know.”
“it was stupid, you mean so much to me and i..i ruined it.”
“i know.”
“please, you don’t need to forgive me now i just…”
he paused. rin’s head moved to look at the ground.
“i just need to know you won’t leave me. you can ignore me for as long as you’d like and i’d understand. but just…please i need you back” he begged, small tears brimming at his eyes, what a rare sight to see.
silence fell between the two of you, but it wasn’t like the comfortable silences you’ve shared before. it was tense and awkward.
“okay” your voice was barely above a whisper, “i won’t leave you, i think we both know that” you say with a smile.
rin looked back up at you, eyes wide, full of hope and relief.
“but listen i…” the moonlight only further highlighted just how much the two of you had been crying
“it’s gonna take some time. that was really fucked up, you know that?”
“yeah..yeah i know. i’m sorry. you’re nothing like her i-”
“i know.”
the two of you were now looking at each other, faces flushed from crying and relief. the silence was comfortable again.
“let’s just..go to sleep, yeah? we can talk about it in the morning, i think we both could discuss better afterwards” you offered, leaning closer to the armrest of your couch as you were too tired to go to your bed
rin hummed back in response, laying on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. your hands found their way to his hair, heartbeats practically synchronizing.
“you know..i’m still not going to your game” you whispered, peeking one eye open to watch your boyfriend. he smiled, “i know” a laugh spilled out of his mouth before you both fell asleep.
#blue lock#blue lock x reader#bllk#bllk x reader#angst#comfort#rin itoshi#rin itoshi x reader#itoshi rin#itoshi rin x reader#rin x reader#bllk rin#✩ vie writes
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❝𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀.❞ ⎯ 𝗸𝗮𝗶 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗵
notes: just a reminder that requests are currently open. if you would like to make a request, please read the rules on the request section in the information chapter beforehand. thank you. also the ending is ass but idk how to end it so- deal with it hehe. <3
warnings: mature language/swearing, mentions of nightmares, mentions of blood,
(if you would like to be tagged in my future ninjago related work, feel free to lemme know and i'll happily tag you~!)
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Kai lurched forward with a sharp gasp. Eyes wide and hands clutching the sheets. His gaze zipped around the room frantically, and when he recognized it as his bedroom he slowly started to calm down.
It was only a nightmare.
He caught the sight of light flickering out of the corners of his eyes and he cursed when he realized he had accidentally lit his sheet on fire. "Ah fuck-" He smacked at the flames until they went out. Huffing before leaning against the bed frame.
Sweat clung to his shirtless torso, glistening in the pale light of the moon peeking through his window.
Kai ran a hand through his hair in clear agitation. Trying his best to still his racing heart.
He knew it was just a dream. His mind playing sick jokes on him. But he couldn't help but worry. Her scream's lingered in the back of his mind, and he knew he couldn't just sit here. He had to see her. He had to know she was going to be okay.
⎯
The window squeaked as he slid it open and Kai visibly winced at the sound. He slipped through the opening, feet landing soundlessly on the floor. He did his best to close the window more quietly but it still squawked irritably at him. Kai swore under his breath, clicking his tongue in annoyance. He shook his head to himself before turning around.
His gaze immediately softened at the sight of her. A soft lump in the middle of her mattress. Most of the blanket tangled around her legs. And her pillows strewn about on the floor.
Kai couldn't help but smile. He padded softly towards Y/n, grabbing the pillows and placing them back on the bed before slowly and carefully untangling the blanket. He draped it over her before removing his mask and gi, tossing it off to the side and changing into the spare clothes he left here. Which consisted of sweat pants.
Kai slipped into the bed, snaking his arms around Y/n's waist and pulling her back flush against his bare chest. He held back a tired groan as he let his body sink into her plush mattress. Placing a few tender kisses to her shoulder.
Y/n stirred and he winced at the sight of her pretty e/c eyes squinting up at him. "Kai?" she was groggy and still half asleep, but she didn't hesitate to turn around so she was facing him.
"Hey princess, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He whispered, tucking a few strands of stray hair behind her ear.
Y/n hummed, "S'okay. I don't mind." She leaned up and pressed her face into the crook of his neck. Kai let out a shaky breath and pulled her closer towards him. Resting his chin atop her head. "You smell good." He laughed softly at her muffled comment, humming in appreciation.
"So do you.." he rubbed slow circles into her back and the two drifted off into silence for a few moments. Kai assumed Y/n had fallen back asleep, but he himself was wide awake. Allowing his thoughts to consume him.
He could still see the blood pooling around his feet.
"Your heart is beating really fast." He almost jumped at the sound of her voice, surprised she was still conscious.
"It is?"
She hummed.
Y/n pulled back so she could look up at him, squinting in the darkness of her bedroom. "What's up?" Kai was silent for a moment, and she searched his gaze quietly. Awaiting his reply. Her eyes softened when realization struck her. "Are you having nightmares again?"
Kai's lips pulled down in a frown for the briefest of moments. He reached up to run a hand through his hair nervously. "Yeah.. But uh, don't worry about it. It's nothing."
Y/n shook her head, "It's not nothing, Kai.. It's okay to be scared." she leaned up and planted a kiss to his lips. She slipped her arm around his neck, fingers playing with the hairs on his nape. Kai's eyes slid close for a moment in content.
"I know," he mumbled, peeking his eyes back open to catch the worry in her eyes.
"Do you?" She wet her lips with her tongue out of habit and his gaze followed the motion.
It felt like cotton had been shoved down his throat, and so he nodded to answer her question. Y/n didn't look convinced.
"You're welcome any time, Kai. No matter how late or early it is. And if you want to talk about it, we can. But if you'd rather we don't, that's okay too." She shrugged, running her fingers through his hair, nails gently dragging along his scalp.
Y/n knew just how to make him feel better. His heart squeezed at her words and he leaned down to press a tender kiss to her forehead.
"I just want to be here with you." He breathed, and she smiled. Sliding her hand up and cupping the side of his face. Her thumb slid along his cheekbone softly, and Kai couldn't help but lean into her touch. Letting out a heavy and content breath through his nose. Ruffling a few of her baby hairs tickling his skin.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." She mumbled, leaning forward and pressing a tender and loving smooch to his chin.
Kai's heart swelled at the action and he planted his lips to the top of her head before pulling her even closer to him. They stayed like that for a long time, simply holding onto each other and listening to the sound of each other's breathing.
Kai felt complete and utter bliss. Laying there with her head on his chest. Hearts beating in perfect sync.
And he finally fell asleep, knowing Y/n was safe in his arms.
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Hello rvbblr, rvb tumblr, the 3 people always liking my posts.
I bring my first ever fanfiction. and its rvb. idk how ao3 works so im just gonna drop it in here and hope thats accceptable.... erm... anyways
Everyone got seperated; the reds and blues were scattered in a pirate stronghold. Their long range comms were down and pirates lurked around every corner trying to hunt the sim troopers down.
Washington had just survived a scuffle, breaking into a run as he heard familiar shouting not too far off. Just around a couple shipping containers, Wash found Caboose standing over a pirate, Freckles' barrel smoking from fresh fire.
The blue caught the solider in the side of his vision and raised the ai-assisted rifle towards him, confetti dispersed from the gun.
"Friendly Signature Detected."
"Agent Washington! Uhm, he was like that when I got here."
Wash pushed the thought of Caboose firing at him away, he was just glad to see a friendly face.
"Caboose! Have you seen anyone else?" Wash asked, jogging up to the larger character.
Caboose looked back down at the pirate he was resting his foot on,
"On our team Caboose."
"Oh! No." Caboose shook his head and moved away from the body, sizing up to Wash.
"Are you doing okay? You hurt anywhere?" Wash started to walk and the other followed closely.
"I'm a little stressed out... and hungry.." he started. "We should find Griff next!"
Wash chuckled and patted Caboose on the back, "Hey Freckles?" The gun chimed in response, "can you find any other friendly contacts?"
"Nearest Friendly Tag is 356m away. Identification: Lavernius Tucker."
"Awesome, Can you guide us to him?" Wash asked. The custom laser sight on the rifle turned on and pointed forward. Caboose stared curiously, turning the gun from side to side, the line remained aimed toward its original path. Caboose gave a coo of amazement.
"Lets get going, the sooner we find the others the better."
--
Wash and Caboose followed Freckles' guide until they hit a large pond in the cave; they could see the remainder of the pirate stronghold on the otherside, but the water seemed to stretch to the walls, and they couldn't see the bottom. The laser ran true straight across the water.
Washington stopped for a moment to think while Caboose took a couple steps into the pond.
"I saw something over here! It might be those sim troopers!"
A voiced called from not too far away. Wash cursed to himself, a group of red dots were moving towards them on his motion tracker.
"Maybe they know how we can get across!" Caboose cheered, turning around towards the noise and started walking. Wash caught him by the arm,
"Caboose no they're trying to kill us remember?"
"Oh yeah.."
"There's no time, we're just gonna have to go through it." Wash sighed, leading the blue giant back towards the water and stepping in.
"Uhm I can't swim very well.." Caboose started, standing a bit back from Wash.
"We're not swimming, our suits will recycle air for a while, we should just be able to walk along the bottom." Washington informed him. The other man didn't argue, stashed Freckles, and followed along, both of the started to move as fast as they could in half-ton armour in water as the shouting grew louder.
They were fully submerged for a while before Wash started to notice something wrong, he was wet.
"Uh 'boose.... buddy, not to scare you or anything but I think my armour is filling up with water." Wash could feel a cut in his kevlar around his neck. He must have gotten it in that fight earlier.
"Wuh oh.." Caboose had stopped and turned to look at Wash, somehow he had managed to be moving faster than the freelancer. "Should we go back?" There was a tinge of panic in his voice.
"We can't... we just have to move faster, it can't be that much farther now" He tried holding his hand to seal the hole but water still managed to seep through his fingers, the water was hitting his waist now.
Caboose nodded and reached back, grabbing Wash's free hand, and started pulling him along so their treck sped up.
At some point, the weight behind him stalled.
"Agent Washington?"
"It's in my helmet."
Wash couldn't see, but Caboose's eyes widened. He moved closer to Washington,
"Freckles uhm.. how much further?" The blue asked as he began picking up Wash and slinging him over his shoulder without protest.
"Nearest Friendly Tag is 189m away"
Panic was rising in his voice, "okay thank you Freckles!" His speed was considerably lessened with the extra weight but that didn't stop Caboose from making his strides as quick as possible.
--
Wash had stopped responding about halfway from their predictament. Caboose didn't stop moving until they breached the shore on the other side.
Caboose laid Washington on the ground and unholstered Freckles, laying it behind them.
"Freckles you lookout for bad guys."
"Affirmative."
Oh crap oh crap oh crap... Caboose's hands shook as his fingers fumbled with the clasps on Wash's helmet and chestplate.
Water poured out as the seals broke, Wash's hair clung to his forehead. His chest laid still.
What do I do what do I do?? Think Michael think!! Caboose tried to remember what Doc had taught them ages ago. CPR CPR...
"First check to see if they're breathing! If they're not then you'll probably have to perform CPR. Since Grif already knows how to do it he'll be my demonstration."
Caboose glanced at the still freelancer, his chest was still, their chest moves when they breath right?
"Remember, you guys are wearing half-ton armour so you won't have to compress as hard as you would if you weren't. You should press down twice per second, there's songs that help but Beyoncé is timeless so we're gonna use Crazy In Love." Caboose positioned himself above Wash, tried to remember the correct hand shape, and hovered above the freelancer's chest. What if I mess up I don't want to kill Wash he's not special like Church is... he won't come back..
He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his nerves. He started compressing, finding it easier to just count than remember Doc's silly song.
"Every 30 or so compressions try and give rescue breaths! Tilt their head back a little while pinching their nose to open their airway. Then you're gonna blow into their mouth a normal amount just enough so their chest rises; do that twice. If it doesn't rise make sure they don't have anything stuck in their throat. Grif is that gum I see in there?"
Caboose quickly brought his face to Wash's, blood splattered across his visor.
"Haha whoops sorry Washington!" He brought his hands back to unclasp his own helmet and set it to the side; turning back to brush away some of the bloody nose with his hand.
Caboose lingered slightly, he could feel the air around them now, he could also feel the lack of air coming from Wash's mouth. He cradled the back of Wash's neck in his hand, pinched his nose with the other and started his rescue breaths.
He fell into autopilot, repeating the steps in his mind over and over as he did them until a sharp breath came from Washington, as did a mouthful of cave pond water.
Caboose helped him sit up as Wash coughed up his missing breaths; his gaze fixated on the older man's movement.
"Caboose?" The blue's eyes bore into Wash, he seemed terrified. The feeling broke at the sound of his name however.
"Agent Washington you're okay! You should avoid drinking pond water, I don't think it's good for you." There was smeared blood on Caboose's face, Wash dipped his hand into the water and rubbed it against the stain.
"How'd you get blood on you 'Boose? Where's your helmet?" The other blue wore his helmet so often it was rare to see his face, his hair had gotten a bit longer and Wash could see wearing smile lines from his angle.
"Oh uhm! So when we got out of the water you weren't breathing so I tried to give you Cee Pee Arr but I forgot to take my helmet off! So now you have a bloody nose and you shared it with me when I gave you rescuing breaths!" He smiled, reaching beside him to grab his helm and snapped it back on, his second face returned.
Wash rubbed the back of his hand against his face, his helmet was off as well, and his own blood smeared against the glove.
"Holy shit you saved my life Caboose."
"I did?" His head tilted and he perked up again."I did! Oh my god does that mean my team kills go down? Because I saved you?"
Wash chuckled, clasping his breastplate back on and grabbing his helmet.
"Sure it does."
"Oh! You should probably cover that hole in case we have to go swimming again, Church always packed some for me..." Caboose dug around in his utility belt and procured a large patch used for underarmour sealing; he handed it to Wash and watched as the freelancer slapped it against his neck and rubbed it down.
"Geez thanks Caboose, you're really on it today." Wash said as brushed his hair back and locked his helm back in place.
Caboose wiggled from his seated position, paused, and grabbed Freckles before firing behind him.
Confetti dispersed from the rifle.
"Friendly Signature Detected."
"Caboose what the hell?! Did you really just try to shoot me?"
"Hi Tucker!"
#please be lenient im not good at writinf#im also horrible at character comprehension so if theyre ooc leave me alone sobs#“He would NOT fucking say that” moment#comments r appreciated....#rvb#red vs blue#rooster teeth#michael j caboose#caboose rvb#agent washington#david washington#wash rvb#my writing#fanfiction#rvb fic
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do u have any tips for uhh idk art term....highlight and contour but for art? specifically w digital art? w pencil and paper it feels super intuitive but then when i switch to digital it looks all flat.............
(is it shading? idk what im doing tbsh)
(also hope ur doing well i feel like im crawling into ur asks every two days or smth looking for art tips sorry T_T)
(yuuji comic made me cry so hard btw)
hi rin!!!!!!! that wld be shading/rendering yes hgbhgfjs there’s no One specific term tho so ur all good <3 also omg re: the yuuji comic IM SORRY I KEEP MAKING U CRY GHJKGJDSGHKJ its ok i made a lot of people cry if the death wishes/pos in the tags are anything 2 go by so ur in good company :D i teared up also
i would Also like to apologize in advance because fr me this is one of those Art Things that becomes more intuitive the more u do it so i am a bit. lost as 2 how to explain but i will sukuna voice ganbare ganbare !!!!
it’s all about light sources babes so pick a direction where the light is hitting from and use that as your main point of reference. If u need to remind yourself where the light is coming from i was taught to draw a lil arrow or sun somewhere on your canvas 2 keep track . areas closest to the light or planes that are more Elevated will be brighter than areas farther away or Deeper. When u think of a face, the forehead and cheeks rest Higher than fr example, the eye sockets, so those areas will catch more light and appear brighter. it /is/ kind of like makeup in that way.
also, shadows/highlights can have soft or hard edges depending on how . uh . intense, i guess?? the angle of the light is. like with a box vs a sphere, the former will have a lot more Cut and Defined areas of darkness because the plane where light hits is cut off more directly by the presence of a corner, whereas with a sphere the Slope means that the values follow more of a gradient.
tbh tho if you’re still starting out, to practice light sources and shading it actually might be good to scribble and shade some 3D shapes and spheres/boxes or maybe even draw from life so u can really take time 2 pay attn to how light catches different surfaces . it’s boring work but the practice is never wasted !! lighting can be tricky so try and take the time 2 form Good habits :'> references r ur friends here now more than ever.
other than that, which i feel more or less covers the basics n fundamentals, my wisdoms 2 u and any1 else who will have it: INVEST TIME IN2 FINDING GOOD BRUSHES omg i feel like a lot of that New Artist Look (tm) comes from using default brushes —which on its own is fine, but the kicker is not taking time to get comfortable with how to make the best use of them. the fun of the render is getting to play with textures and colours so find some brush settings that help add a bit of personality!! also . resist defaulting 2 the airbrush tool to shade it Rarely cooperates and can muddy a piece. uhhhh what else what else try not to shade with black for the same reasons ???? i'm scraping the bottom of the barrel here but i hope something here was of any value :'>>
#art advice#uriekukistan#answered#I FEEL LIKE THIS IS INCOHERENT IM SO SORRY#i yap so much.....do i say anything tho? who knows :(#fr tho pls don't apologize fr asking!!!!!#idk how Helpful i am but i am very very very much an advocate of the anyone can draw and anyone can learn 2 draw mentality#so i am more than happy to offer any wisdom i can no matter how . convoluted.#my ask box n dms are always open <333333
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20 questions for writers
thank you for the tag @fanfictiongreenirises I finally managed to finish a tag game!!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
168- with 44 podfics and the rest are regular fics!
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
346,848. unfathomable number who is she where did she come from
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Batman (Batfam) my love my life, but 9-1-1 is a close second with one-offs for a lot of my other passing interests.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Floppy Bird - crack fic that was meant to be an angst fic that I never understood why people liked so much asfhjs
cocoa on a cold night - a classic timby holiday fic that I wrote in the middle of summer, talk about environmental storytelling
secrets un(revealed) - the only purposeful long fic I've ever written, and also the most trope mashing I've ever done with reverse robins, magical realism au, and delicious delicious miscommunications (in my head the only fic that deserves to be in the top five :wheeze: )
Eggshells - vent fic alert !! very embarrassing that people like this I try not to think about it ":)
taking the blade (for you and yours) - a round robin fic written with the server and CHOCK full of Damian suffering.
5. Do you respond to comments?
NO PICTURES. NO COMMENT. I DONT KNOW HOW TO READ.
no jk jk I really really try to but once I start getting behind it's just a whole spiral. these days I have a better chance of replying to a comment on an old fic than a brand new one because I dont want leave them half replied
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
any of my death fics probably? I think with DC a death is a little more inconsequential than other fandoms just because of how often it's unpermanent, so as a concrete answer, I'll say for you (i would cross the line). nothing quite like parental grief.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
happy ending wink-wonk or XD
probably Who The Hell Is Red Hood? - I've done things there with growth and healing that DC HQ would shudder to imagine
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not regularly, thank everything, but the one controversial three-some I posted needed comment regulation lmao
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes and uh, the kinky kind? idk take a look for yourselves I guess
10. Do you write crossovers?
Yes, and they're ALWAYS unserious- Buck from 9-1-1 dating Emma from Friends (yes Ross and Rachel's kid) anyone?
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Uh, not by a person? as far as I know? but I have found my fic on those like, document websites??? which is weird lmao just read them on your phones guys not everything needs to be uploaded
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
nope!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
weee yes! round robin my beloved, and also every fic @canonicallyshort and I have written in our threads. those count. to me. emotionally.
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
I WILL GO DOWN WITH MY MULTISHIP (which really means I'm never going down at all) but really I dont think I will ever get over Merthur... or Buddie... or- you see what I mean?
15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?
oh god I have so many wip that I am holding out hope for but my biggest WIP is an unpublished hellhole affectionately entitled "Death Pit" by everyone who is working on it- most notably because it features a literal Death Pit, every horror, angst, whump, and trauma trope you can think of, and a cast of characters and a plot thread so long we have 20+ page outline documents that aren't even fully updated... I shudder to think what will become of it one day, I imagine sentience isn't very far off
16. What are your writing strengths?
why is this an interview question. I dont know my strengths really?? um. I have good ideas, that one I'll say. execution is a different story (likely one that will never get told. like the rest of my good ideas)
I also think I do fairly well with scene descriptors. I really like to set a scene because I'm seeing a movie in my head and you all should too!
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I'm down to clown globally! I dont like to use google translate though, so if im writing in another language it's only because SOMEONE on the server is a native speaker and can vouch for my text.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
oh god one direction. head in hands. it was an 'adopted by 1d' fic that I made my mom beta, and turned it in to my 6th grade English teacher as my creative writing assignment. then I made a poem about it. then I wrote a song about it. thankfully it never got published and is trapped in the cursed purple file folder it was 'hidden' in since 7th grade. my first published fic was almost 7 years later with a Gomens fic!
20. Favourite fic you've written?
AHh um. favorite child scene here, but top contenders include: lithium + 5 for its graphic design and medical accuracy, fiery veins on speechless days for its emotional whump that makes me hurt every time I reread it, [PODFIC] wither on the shore which is not a fic I wrote but one of my favorite podfics of @silk-scarlet-ribbons 's works.
tagging (if you wish to participate!) @canonicallyshort @silverandsunflowers @selkienight60 @crows-murder
#thanks for tagging me iris!#gen win ly felt like I was doing an interview lmao quite fun#tag game#fanfic#911 show#batman#batfam#buddie#dick grayson#evan buckley#eddie diaz#ao3 fanfic#krowabbey
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Reminders of her - George Karim x gn!reader
requested by anon: George Karim x reader (established relationship) where one of the Visitors they have to seal is the reader’s dead mom or sister or father (whichever you want)
I am so so sorry that this has taken me forever to write, I have been swamped with assignments and work and then a period of no imagination whatsoever, so I'm very sorry about that anon! I also had no clue how to end it so sorry about that too
I tried to make this gn (since no gender was specified), but there may be a slip up or two so I'm sorry if there is <3
Hopefully this is roughly what you wanted anon!
Word count: 1.7k
Warnings: mentions of character death (reader's mother) and dealing with grief, mentions of cancer (non-specific, but it's not aggressive).
Tag list: idk who wants to be tagged for George tbh (let me know if you do!) <3
(not my gif)
The inhabitants of 35 Portland Row were all relaxing in their various rooms when the doorbell sounded, startling everyone.
Lockwood hurried to the door, trying his best to not look too disgruntled in front of a possible client, but when he pulled the door open to see Y/n he gave up trying to rub the tea stain off the bottom of his shirt.
"Oh, hi. Everything alright?" They didn't say anything, head dipped so that Lockwood couldn't see their face, but when he heard the slight sniffles coming from Y/n he ushered them inside, immediately calling for George. Lockwood wasn't the best at dealing with people crying, and he'd had to learn for his job, but given Y/n was George's partner he figured he had a free pass this time. The boy in question came thundering down the stairs barely a minute later, pulling his jeans all the way up as he did so and fastening his belt before bringing Y/n into a crushing hug. Lucy appeared at the top of the stairs, peering at the scene in front of her, and when she saw her best friend crying she hurried into the kitchen to start making tea. Lockwood was left to stand awkwardly to the side, hands stuffed in his pockets while George comforted his partner.
"What's wrong, Y/n/n?" George asked, pulling back slightly to wipe away their tears. They sniffled a little bit, small sobs still breaking through as their chest heaved, trying to get the words out.
"It's- it's my mum," they broke off into tears again, hiding their face in George's t-shirt. "She- she's, uh... I need your help," they finished in a whisper, turning to look at Lockwood, and suddenly everything made sense.
"Where is she?" Lockwood asked softly, making eye contact with George. The two boys led Y/n into the kitchen, sitting them down at the table and providing a plate of biscuits (George was a compete hypocrite about the biscuit rule when it came to his partner). Lucy brought over a cup of tea, placing it down in front of Y/n with a small smile.
"Sort of just... everywhere. In the whole house. I don't know why she's only just turning up now, she's been dead for eight months."
"It doesn't always make sense," George said, pushing his glasses up. "We can come over tonight if you like, right Lockwood?"
The company head nodded, sympathetic smile on his face when Y/n looked his way, and Lucy murmured her agreement.
"That's decided then. We'll come over tonight and try and put her to rest completely, yeah?" Lockwood declared, and Y/n nodded, wiping the last of their tears away.
"Yeah, alright. Thank you."
~~~
That night, just before sunset, the four of them headed over to Y/n's house (the members of Lockwood and Co had refused to let them go back, insisting that they stayed until they were properly cheered up), kit bags slung over shoulders and rapiers at their hips. Y/n went without, having barely any Talent, clutching the silver rod that George had gifted them as a defence. Lucy and Lockwood strode ahead, George hanging back with Y/n as they dawdled.
"You alright?"
"I don't really know. I mean, she died of cancer, so that shouldn't really mean that she comes back as a Visitor, right? She died in her sleep, peacefully, and spent her last couple of months seemingly happy."
George was quiet for a while, debating what to say. He often had a habit of putting his foot in it, being the socially awkward person that he was, and dating Y/n had meant that he'd found himself thinking before he spoke much more. At first, he'd barely spoken to them when it was just the two of them, being too scared that he'd say something wrong and never see them again, but when they'd admitted that his blunt attitude was one of the things they most adored about him, he'd opened up more. Still, in situations like this a little thinking was required, especially since his partner's dead mother coming back as a ghost was the topic of conversation.
"Generally, Visitors seem to come back for unfinished business. Maybe she just wants to say good bye?"
"She had months for that though." Y/n was worrying their bottom lip in their teeth, a habit that had become more frequent since their mother's death.
"I really don't know, Y/n/n. Once we're there, though, I'm sure I will," he said, offering a small smile as they turned down their street. Y/n tried a smile of their own, but the worry was still there, growing with every step closer to their house the agents got.
"Come on you two, we're losing time!" Lockwood called, and George rolled his eyes.
"Ignore him. Those two can do without us for a bit if they need to. You alright? You're looking a bit pale."
"I- I'm fine, Georgie. I'm just... not really looking forward to this."
"I get it. Hey," he called, brushing his hand against Y/n's. "We'll sort it, yeah?" He linked their hands, and Y/n smiled properly, the action lighting up their face.
"Yeah. Thank you, George," they replied earnestly, planting a kiss on his cheek.
~~~
Y/n was worried.
It had been an hour since Lockwood, Lucy and George had set up, and while Y/n stayed in the kitchen, surrounded by the defences and armed with the silver that George had handed over earlier ("Just in case," he'd said, no hint of humour in his expression), the three agents had been eerily silent. They'd heard the creak of an occasional floorboard, and a whisper of voices from the living, but aside from that anybody observing the situation would think that Y/n was alone in the house.
They had zoned out a few minutes ago, getting bored of standing and waiting with nothing to do, when suddenly a figure appeared in the doorway.
"Mum?"
Their voice was shaking, damn it. Y/n had promised that they wouldn't get too scared, but the possibility of seeing their mother (and the further chance that their mother would try and attack them) was terrifying.
The figure crept closer, glowing faintly, and Y/n held their breath. It stopped just inside the doorway, and distantly Y/n heard themselves calling for George. Everything else was a haze. Time seemed to stop as the two of them observed each other, and while Y/n could feel a chill creeping up, the warmth they felt at seeing their mother's face again made it seem insubstantial. The trance was broken when Y/n was shoved to the floor, George landing on top as Lockwood and Lucy fought back against the now violent ghost of Y/n's mother.
"Are you alright? Y/n? Y/N?"
"Stop shouting! I'm fine," they huffed, unsure why George seemed so panicked.
"You were very nearly permanently ghost-locked, idiot!" Y/n's eyes widened.
"W-what? But I was fine! I didn't- I didn't think I was there for that long, was I?"
"Maybe, maybe not, but when we came in you were glazing over. I tried calling out to you but you weren't responding."
"Oh, so that's why you rugby tackled me to the floor." George leapt into action again at that, pushing up and offering a hand out to Y/n. Lockwood and Lucy had found the Source, and now the agency head stood with a small object wrapped in a silver net. "Is that... is that her?" Lockwood nodded.
"A comb, of all things. Luce says it was her favourite?"
"The one with the fake pearls in it?" Y/n asked, unable to tear their eyes off of the object.
"Yeah, looked like it. She um, she showed me something else," Lucy spoke, a little tentative. Y/n gestured for Lucy to continue, and the girl lead the two of them upstairs to their parents' bedroom. "There was a moment when she uh, she pointed to this drawer. There was a letter inside, addressed to you. I think she wrote it for you, and wanted you to have it. Did you know about it?"
Y/n shook their head. "No. I had no idea." Carefully they opened the drawer and lifted out the envelope inside, trying desperately to hold back the tears at seeing their mother's handwriting.
"Do you... do you wanna read it now? Because I can give you some space if you do," Lucy asked gently, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder.
"Please, thanks Lucy." The girl wrapped them in a hug, tight and crushing, and when she pulled away she wiped the tears off of Y/n's cheeks.
"We'll be in the kitchen if you need anything, alright?" Y/n nodded, sitting down on the bed when Lucy had shut the door behind her with a soft click and opening the letter.
~~~
A short while later a knock sounded on the door, and George's messy curls poked in, followed by the rest of his body. "Hey, how are you doing?" He came over and sat down next to them, placing an arm around their shoulders and bringing them in for a slightly awkward hug.
"I'm okay. I think," Y/n frowned.
"What... what did the letter say?"
"Just about how much she loves me, and how proud she is of me. It's funny, it doesn't feel like she's gone a lot of the time, but every now and then I'll see something that makes me think of her and I just... I have to stop myself from breaking down." They paused for a moment. "The paper smells like her. It's nice to have this, as a reminder of her."
George didn't say anything, instead just stroking their back, and they were glad for the comfort. He might have a tendency to say the wrong thing sometimes, or accidentally offend people, but George was a damn good partner, and Y/n was glad that he was there to help them.
The two of them headed downstairs a few minutes later, finding Lockwood and Lucy arguing about what the best kind of biscuit was over cups of freshly made tea. George joined the argument, gesturing wildly as he fought for his biscuit of choice, and Y/n could only chuckle slightly at their partner's antics. They gladly accepted the mug of tea that Lucy pushed their way, and smiled at the three agents gathered in their kitchen.
Their mother might be gone, leaving a hole in Y/n's heart, but these three people in front of them were just what was needed to fill it.
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WLW Hotline
Robin Buckley x SW fem!reader, smut 18+, 2k words
I might've downloaded Quinn Audio Er0tica annnnd might’ve stumbled across a guided masturbation audio that made me think of Robin calling the WLW part of a phone sex line🥵it's about time I wrote and posted something so hereeeee ya go [alsoooo there's potential for a part 2 if the ppl want it so pls lemme know if you liked this and want a continuation!! ty!!]
Part 2 • Part 3
CW: reader knows it’s Robin but Robin doesn’t know it’s reader (idk what warning that would fall under but it’s a warning), guided masturbation, eager sub!Robin, mommy kink, nervous Robin but then she gets into it
Tags: @lightvixxen <3
You’ve been working at this phone sex operator for going on three months now. As one of the few out queer people in Hawkins, job hunting was hard until you convinced the boss here to open up a WLW hotline specific for fem bodied people, curious women, closeted women and other out queer women in town (if there were any).
Unfortunately, most of the people who called in to you were men trying to “fix” you or see what’s so special about your line. Every now and again—though it felt rare at this point—you’d get a woman or fem bodied person and your long nights would be worth it again. Plus you had some regular callers, none of whom would give you their real name of course (for privacy’s sake). For the regulars, you’d come up with a nickname to use on all their calls. Your favorite of them was Bunny. An older (like mid 40s), closeted queer woman who’s hubby is shit at making her cum so she calls you after he’s passed out naked in bed.
Another regular is Sweets, a trans man who hasn’t been in a relationship since he socially transitioned. He moved to Hawkins from Wisconsin so he could start over where no one knew his old self.
And recently, more young women (20s-30s) have been calling. Usually for one-and-done calls out of curiosity, but still every call meant a better paycheck. So when your coworker Patricia said there was a new girl on the line for you, you assume she’ll be another curious Cindy like the rest, until you hear her voice.
You pick up and start the call like usual. “Thanks for calling the WLW Hotline, how long of a session would you like tonight honey? Quarter, half or a full hour?”
“Um. Half please?”
Your heart dropped at the voice on the other side of the phone. It was Robin, one of the few out women in Hawkins. You would know her voice anywhere considering how close friends you’d been when you first moved here. But then the fall after she graduated (that past summer is when you met her) she made a move on the band girl she was crushing on and they dated for two years and you were forgotten. Only getting small smiles and head nods when you happened to see her in town. She wouldn’t know you were working here since you’ve not talked for a year and a half.
You know that it’s wrong but you’re the only WLW worker and there is a voice changing filter on your phones so she won’t know it’s you. Plus, you haven’t spoken in so long, and you probably won’t seeing as she’s with someone.
“Half it is. We don’t do names here so you can call me whatever or whoever you want to help you get there. As for my name for you, what would you like? Darling, love, honey, sugar, baby?”
“Oh, um I didn’t think about that. Uh,” Robin mumbles nervously. “I guess baby will work? Or whatever comes naturally for you?”
“Baby is the most natural, we can go with that,” you smile into the phone. “Before we start your time is there anything you want me to know going in to this session? A reason why you’re here, any kinks you want incorporated, anything off limits for dirty-talk?”
“Well, uh, my ex broke up with me about two months ago, and I haven’t been able to, um,” she pauses.
“Masturbate?”
She chokes back a laugh, “yeah. I haven’t been able to get there.” She says, emphasizing the last word.
“Would you like to role play or do you want a guided masturbation?”
“Guided?”
“Yes. Guided as in you follow my every direction and let me take control in making you feel good, but it’s your hands doing the work. Or you can imagine it’s someone else’s.”
There’s silence on the other side of the phone for a moment.
“I, um, I think guided masturbation, please.”
“Alrighty then, I’m gonna go ahead and start the time now if you’re ready?”
“Yeah,” she breathes out a heavy breath.
“Are you gonna listen to my every word, baby?” You ask in a sultry, dominating tone. “Gonna let me take care of you? Guide you since I can’t be there to help?”
She breathes heavy again, “yes.”
“Are you comfy where you are? Maybe in bed? Or on the couch?”
“I’m in bed, on top of the covers. I didn’t want to get in yet,” you can hear Robin’s nerves through the phone.
“Good, good. You’re comfortable then. Why don’t you lie all the way down, get situated. If you’ve got your pajamas on already why don’t you strip down for me, baby? All the way or you can leave your underwear on, whatever you’re comfortable with okay?”
You hear shuffling on the other side of the line and wait a few minutes until the movement stops.
“What do you have on?”
“Nothing, I’m, uh, naked.”
Fuck. This was going to be harder than you thought. You swore that your feelings for Robin were over shortly after she stopped talking to you once she got together with her now ex, but knowing she was naked in bed on the other side of this phone? The pit of your stomach was full of butterflies, you know this will be one of the few calls where you’re gonna end up with wet panties and a need for your vibrator when you get home.
“Good girl.”
“Fuck.”
“Oh you like that baby? Like it when I praise you like that? Being so obedient and doing as I say, you’re so good.”
“Yes mommy.”
Robin and a mommy kink, that will definitely be fuel for your own masturbation session after your shift.
“Why don’t you put the phone by your ear for me, ok? I want you to have both hands free for this.”
“Ok.”
“Good good, now I want you to run your fingertips from your shoulders, down your sides slowly, and then once you reach your hips, bring them up your stomach and above your tits.”
You wait a few minutes, listening to Robin’s heavy breathing through the phone.
“Did that feel good baby?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Good, now I want you to softly circle your tits with your fingertips and brush over your nipples ok? Play with your nipples for me baby. Let mommy hear what it does to you since I can’t be there.”
“Fuck, mommy it feels so good,” she moans, and it’s the most glorious thing you’ve ever heard.
“Good girl, now give your nipples a nice pinch for me.”
You know she does as you say because of the deep intake of breath you hear through the phone.
“You’re doing so good for me baby, listening and doing just as you’re told.”
“Mmph,” she whimpers.
“Want more?”
“Please,” she begs.
“What nice manners you have,” you sigh, panties growing wetter with every sweet whimper and moan Robin let’s out. “Go ahead and trail your hands down to your pussy.”
She huffs a sigh of relief.
“But don’t touch.”
She groans impatiently.
“Ah ah ah, do as I say or I won’t help you.”
“Sorry sorry, please.”
“That’s better. Trace your fingertips just at the top of your mound and down the inside of your thighs. Do that a few times.”
You pause and mute your end of the call so you can let out a shaky breath and change how your sitting so you can sit on your leg, putting pressure on your own throbbing center. Unmuting yourself, you ask, “all done baby?”
“Mhm,” Robin groans.
“Alright you wanna show mommy your pretty little cunt? Wanna let me hear how wet you are for me?”
She breathes out the softest yearning of a “yes.”
“Go ahead and point your knees out and spread ‘em for me so I can see your pretty pussy. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes mommy, I did it.”
“Good baby, now take one hand and trail it town your stomach to your mound ok? Now I want you to use your pointer and ring finger to softly go down your pussy lips and then once you get to the bottom, use those two to open up your lips for me, lemme hear how wet you are baby.”
And you actually do. A shuddering breath from Robin and the wettest, dirtiest of squelches to follow it.
“Fuck,” you drop the curse so quickly, grinding your own pussy on the leg tucked under you.
You hear Robin’s heavy breathing by the phone again, “did you hear?”
“Shit, yes baby I did. Did you put the phone by your pussy just so mommy could hear you touch your wet cunt?”
“Yes, isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Yes it is,” you smile at how eager to please Robin is when she’s horny. “So good at following directions, I think you should be rewarded.”
“Please,” she begs through a moan.
“Yeah? Wanna be rewarded for being such an good obedient girl? For making mommy so wet she wants to touch herself with you?”
Dear god, if you weren’t at work you’d be riding your own hand while tell Robin to ride hers.
“I think you deserve a reward, do you wanna cum? Want me to let you touch yourself until you come for me?”
“Mommy, yes, please,” she huffs.
“Ok baby, I want you to play with your pussy until you cum. That same hand that’s still on your wet cunt, I want you to use your finger and get some of that sweet wetness and bring it up to your clit, ok? Play with your clit for me.”
“Ok, do you wanna hear me play?”
You bite your lip to hold back a moan, wishing to high heaven that these phones were cordless so you could hide in the bathroom and touch yourself to the eager lil baby on the other side of the line.
“I don’t need to hear your wet pussy, I want to hear those pretty little sounds you make when you play. Don’t hide those sounds from me okay?”
“O-Okay,” Robin huffs as she plays with her clit. “Fuck it feels so good mommy, you make me feel so good.”
“Yeah? Want mommy to touch you when she gets home? Use her fingers on you?”
A whimper is the only response you get.
“Or would it be better if mommy used her mouth?”
That comment makes Robin moan “please” into the receiver and has you wishing this was real life and not what’s supposed to be an anonymous phone sex call.
“Yeah? How fast would you want me to fuck you with my tongue? Use your fingers, show me how fast.”
A breath hitch and fast, shuddering breathing lets you know that she’s started fingering herself. You can hear the faint wet noises of her fingers moving in and out of her cunt in the background of the call and you squeeze your legs together at the sound.
“C’mon baby, ride your fingers like you’d ride my face. Let me have it, gimmie all your cum baby.”
“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum. Gonna cum,” she pants.
“Let go, cum for mommy.”
“‘m cumming, mmph. FUCK, YES Y/N fuck, oh fuck, fuck.”
Did you, did you hear that right? Robin came with your name on her lips?
There’s a small chuckle on the other end and then she says, “fuck, that was the first time I’ve cum in a while. Jesus, it was so hard too.”
You’re still processing that she was imagining you the whole time without knowing it was you.
“Are you still there? I wanted to say thanks before hanging up.”
You go back and forth with it but last minute decide to drop the voice filter to respond.
“Robin?”
The line is quiet.
“Y/N? Fuck, shit-“
And the line goes dead.
If she was ever going to talk to you again, she won’t now.
Shit.
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Me and the Angle of death
Tw: uhh? Child abuse? Idk
Tags: @paintedgrilledcheese @myluckymoon
I shall always remember those past days of my childhood, those days where something...
I dont really remember My childhood that much but i remember that i had parents that were kind and loving, I grew up in a small town near a huge forest where I always used to play in! It was very fun!
I used to play there from when the sun came up until the soon went down, I've always had a thing for forests I guess. I made many memories there!
But one memory shall always stand out for me. I remember it was a beautiful spring day I was playing in the grass as a normal seven year old would.
Until a man approached me.The man asked me kindly "Hi there little one I was wondering if you have seen a dove fly by?" His voice was calm and gentle he was dressed in a long white gown and his yellow eyes that shined bright...
He didn't look human at a all but I still answered him."Uh no sir I haven't seen a dove fly by..." "Ah, what a shame" he said and smiled gently, but then he asked "Whats your name? How old are you?"
"Huh?.. well im Malkim im seven!" "Seven? You're a baby why are you here All alone!? Where are you're parents?" "My parents?.. well they are at work" "Oh dear. Well we should get you home Come on. Why don't I follow you home?" "Oh uhm..sure?.."
Then that mysterious man ended up following me home dropping me off, but after I meet him there would always be two white Doves that would just sing all day plus they would follow my parents around everywhere they went...I never knew why.
But then...
one day, when I came home from playing in the forest I saw my house, it was in flames. The house I grew up in was set in flames...
But there was something off, the two doves that always used to be there...were dead..? They burned in the fire just like my parents did...
"Oh dear what happened here..?"A familiar voice said it was the same young man I meet some days ago..."I dont know...i just came home and and!-" i said my voice was trembling, for the first time in years I was crying..it hurt
"Ah, that's terrible my child. Please don't cry. Why don't you come home with me? I'll take good care of you"
...
That day the strange man named "Dove" took me in as his own... And after that everything became a nightmare."Dove" promised to take care of me but he didn't...
He ended up experiencing on me I still dont why but It hurt. It hurt bad I felt like I was being burnt Alive... i didnt even feel human anymore. He's evil and he knows it. He's a terrible person I hate him more then anything.
After four years of pure torture i ended up finding a way to escape that terrible "Dove". I finally felt free it was felt amazing i loved it...
And I ended up meeting the love of my life...
His name is Harper he's a beautiful boy and I love him so much! I wanna spend the rest of my life with him.
I love him.
Miyano: oh Malkim? He's kinda like my child I guess. I take care of him sometimes
Yuki: that little troublemaker? Hah hes a unique kiddo.
Cleto: oh Malkim..? Well i would say he's a sweet guy
Tsuki: my dear Malkim? Well he helps out a lot in my shop. And he helps Elvio when Elvio is having his once a week mental breakdown~
Dove: I promise you. When I find him I'll make sure he meets his parents.
Notes: I should really stop writing backstories late at night even tho i have school Tommrow... oh well as always my arm hurt and neck but oh well.
My opinion about Malkim is that i think he's becoming a fav oc now. But Dove is still over him ig. I was actually gonna put human trafficking in this but nah. Doesn't mean that Dove has done that tho.
Damm I love Harper and Malkim. I hope nothing bad happens to them... >:3
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Just Let Me Adore You Pt. 12
Pairing: Stucky x Reader
Word Count: 5.2k
Warnings: okay soooo many. Violence, quite a bit of it actually, and then later it gets so nasty; oral (m & f receiving), double v penetration, mad dirty talk, praise kink goin craaaazy, double creampie, dumbification kind of- I think that's all of them but idk they fuck and it's filthy basically
Genre: maybe a little angst i think, lots of smut, even more fluff
Summary: You’ve been dating your boyfriend, Bruce, for 3 absolutely blissful years. He’s a scientist and professor who is as smart as he is kind and if anyone asked, you were sure you’d spend the rest of your life with him. That is until two mysteriously charming men that Bruce swears are dangerous take an interest in you that threatens to turn your entire life upside down. I mean… what exactly are you supposed to do with two gorgeous men telling you something that suggests that basically everything you think you know is a lie? And why does part of you have enough doubt to wonder if they might be telling the truth?
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"Did you find her?" Steve asks.
"Fucking hell." She breathes out.
"What? What does that mean?" Steve frowns.
"How quickly can your people get ready to move because we need to go now."
"They're ready. Been on standby for your go ahead all night." Steve says.
"Good. This is the go ahead. I know where she is." Wanda says.
~*~*~
A glance at the clock tells you it's after nine. The clock is analog and there are no windows on this floor so while you're pretty sure it's morning, there's a chance it's been a whole day and it's night again. You sit cross legged on the bed, facing the clear wall, trying to come up with a plan of action. Your eyes narrow when you notice two shadows on the floor. People are walking this way. You gasp when you realize who one of them is and walk over to the glass wall.
"Bruce!" You yell banging on the plexiglass to make sure you get his attention. He jumps and turns to you, eyes the size of saucers when he sees you.
"Y/n? Oh my God." Bruce walks right up to the glass.
"What did you do?!" You ask.z
"Me? I- I had nothing to do with this I swear. I didn't know you were here! I swear." He shakes his head frantically.
"There were six people that knew what I was Bruce SIX and you were the first to find out. You kept a file on me like I was one of your little projects! How much do you wanna bet that stupid file is how I got here in the first place?"
"All I ever did was run a blood test and jot down some observations." He says defensively.
"All you ever did was run a blood test? On your girlfriend. Without her permission! Do you realize how not okay that is?!"
"I'm sorry! Look, I never wanted anything to happen to you. I will- find out who's responsible for this and get you out of here I swear."
"If you plan to help you'd better do it quickly because I can guarantee hell will be on your doorstep soon." You say.
"What's your tag?" Bruce asks you.
"Excuse me?"
"The uh- identification they gave you. Instead of your name. He would've given you an identification number, we use them for, ya know." Bruce's words trail off.
"Say it Bruce. Don't be shy. This is your work. I'm an experiment here."
"Look did he tell you your tag or not?"
"89273. I think." You say.
"You think? You need to be sure."
"I heard it once Bruce. Excuse me if I haven't committed to fucking memory yet." You roll your eyes.
"Y/n." He sighs.
"That's it. I'm sure." You nod.
"I need the letters."
"What?"
"The letters at the beginning. That's the part that makes it unique. Everyone here uses a different letter combination to keep our work organized. It'll help me figure it out."
"AZM." You say. Bruce mutters something that you can't exactly hear through the glass, but his face gives him away anyhow. "What is it? Why did you just get all pale?" You ask him.
"Nothing! Just- hang tight. I will- figure this out and get you out of here."
"Not like I can go anywhere in the meantime." You mutter. "Bruce!" You call before he can get far. He runs back over to your cell.
"Yes?"
"If I find out you're more involved in this than you are letting on, I will rip you to shreds in every sense of the word." You say. Bruce nods and dashes off. A few minutes later the camera in the back corner pops out from the wall and the whirring of its mechanics makes you turn around to face it.
"Good morning subject AZM89273." The same voice from before rings through the room. So, it is morning, just like you thought.
"You know, that arbitrary combination of letters and numbers is so many more syllables than just saying my name. I'm sure this is supposed to be some sort of display of your power in this situation but it really just seems like you're giving yourself more work." You say.
"That's funny I don't recall asking for your opinion on the matter."
"Yes well if we all stuck to doing explicitly what was asked of us I wouldn't be here so, we can't always have it our way now can we?" You roll your eyes.
"We will begin round two of testing in one hour and fifteen minutes."
"I'll be waiting! Not like I can go anywhere on my own." You say with a lazy shrug. The camera disappears back behind its panel in the wall and you're once again left with your own thoughts and plans.
~*~*~
"Wanda where exactly are we?" Bucky asks when the trio pulls up to the address she gave. She'd rushed them into action when she located you, giving an address to the driver with a group of their, Wanda calls them minions, following in other vehicles.
"Bruce's lab." She says walking towards the door quickly.
"Bruce as in y/n's ex Bruce?" Steve places a hand on her shoulder.
"Wanda hang on we don't have a plan." Bucky says.
"Yes as in y/n's ex. And the plan is to get in there, get her out, and maybe break a neck or two in the process." Wanda says.
"You didn't want to mention in advance that y/n's ex was responsible for this?" Steve asks.
"It makes sense." Bucky scoffs.
"I didn't say he was responsible because I don't know if he is. As far as I know he's not the only person that works here. It could be someone else that uses the space." Wanda says.
"Wilson." Steve looks over his shoulder to call towards the group that's waiting for instructions. Sam walks over to the three of them quickly.
"What's the plan?" He asks.
"Surround the building and find every entrance. I want the whole place covered. The primary goal is extraction. If you find y/n, she is your top priority other than that nobody gets in or out of this lab until she's safe and the bastards who did this are in front of me and Bucky is that understood?" Steve says.
"Crystal clear." Sam nods.
"No, wait. I will prioritize finding y/n. Your guys should focus on locking the place down so the culprit doesn't make a run for it." Wanda says. Bucky and Steve exchange a look and a slight nod.
"Fine. Focus on keeping everyone inside. If you find y/n in the process she still takes precedents but in the meanwhile don't let anyone get out of there until we've got who we need." Bucky says.
"On it." Sam returns to the group and starts giving out directions while Wanda stays with Steve and Bucky to discuss their own strategy.
~*~*~
Fifteen minutes to go before they move you again. Time drags so slowly in this room of blank white walls. Assuming they sedate you again, you'll have to wait until they're wheeling you back to this room to make a break for it. If you're lucky like last time, you'll wake up before they make it here and you should have no problem getting by a couple of scientists.
CODE BLACK; INTRUDER ALERT; INITIATING LOCKDOWN
The blaring alarm and sudden flashing red lights coax you quickly to your feet. Perhaps you should be alarmed by the sudden alert and angry red flashes considering you're trapped in a room, but you'd bet money the security breach in question is here for you and you're the only person whose safety is guaranteed.
"Uh- Don't know if anyone is listening to me or not but in case you are, I'm pretty sure that warning code of yours, means your time is up and you should start running. Or don't, it'll make everyone's life easier. You can't really escape this." You say loud enough that you should be heard even over the repetitive warning.
"Y/n!" You spin around at the sudden call of your name. Wanda's magicked a hole in the plexiglass wall of your cell.
"Wanda? Wait a second did you bring the calvary here?" You ask stepping through the hole into the hall with her.
"You sent me an SOS did you expect me to do nothing with it? Of course I did, you have the mob basically at your disposal." She says hugging you tightly.
"I know, I just didn't think you'd be here with them." You say with a small chuckle.
"Oh please they're just the muscle on this mission. I'm the one that found you." She scoffs. "Come on, your boyfriends went looking for the culprit. I'm sure they're waiting for you." She says draping her arm across your shoulders. The two of you head further into the facility, every so often passing frantic scientists being corralled by Steve and Bucky's men.
"I don't think all of these people were involved in this ya know." You say to Wanda.
"I'm sure they weren't but Steve and Bucky said no one's allowed out until they find the right people. Better safe than sorry." She shrugs.
"Yeah I guess so. There were three guys that kidnapped me, I didn't hear them all talk so assuming none of them are the guy orchestrating this there could be anywhere from 4 to 7 people involved, based on who I've seen or interacted with. There could be others of course. There have been some periods of unconsciousness on my end so-" You rattle off.
"Don't worry. I'm sure between your boyfriends and their minions they'll find out the exact number and their identities in no time." Wanda says. Eventually, you find Bucky and Steve, their backs are to you and Bucky's got someone pushed up against the wall. You rush up to them when you realize it's Bruce they're shaking down.
"Bruce." You say. Steve and Bucky turn to you and Steve has you in his arms not a second later. He's mumbling about you being okay and blaming himself and Bucky for this all happening (somehow), between kisses atop your head.
"Thank God you found her Wanda." Bucky says. As much as he wants to hug you he's not about to let Bruce go.
"Steve I'm alright. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, you can let me go." You mumble into his chest. It takes a few seconds before he unwinds his arms.
"Are you hurt? Do you need anything? I am so sorry princess. This should never have happened. I-"
"I'm okay Stevie. As far as I know all my parts and pieces are exactly where they're meant to be. You can stop doting and blaming yourself. That doesn't even make any sense." You say.
"We're just- so relieved to see you." Steve sighs.
"Right back at you." You say turning your attention to Bruce. "Are you going to tell me who's responsible for this Bruce, because I think you've known since you saw me a few hours ago and I couldn't push it then but now, your life is in- technically in his hands but whatever you tell me will determine if I let him kill you or not so choose your next words very carefully." You say.
"Wait a second it's not Bruce that locked you up?" Bucky glares at him.
"Not directly, I don't think so but I have a strong feeling he knows who did." You say.
"Y/n, please." Bruce chokes out.
"I need a name, Bruce. A name." You say.
"Dr. Gekko. Colin Gekko." Bruce relents.
"Describe him." You say.
"Brown hair, green eyes, tall and pale. He's got a birthmark on his neck." Bruce rushes the description out breathlessly.
"Drop him Bucky." You say. Bucky lets Bruce go and Bruce hunches over struggling to catch his breath. Steve is already on the phone before you can say anything.
"Clint, we need to find a Colin Gekko. Brown hair, birthmark on his neck, tall and pale with green eyes. If you can find a photo- yes, make sure everyone knows. He is the target." Steve says into his cell phone.
"We should start looking too." Wanda tells you. You nod in agreement.
"Y/n, wait." Bruce says before you've even started to walk away. He holds out a flash drive to you that you look at with confusion. "It's everything we have, on you. What Colin was doing, my- initial file. I've wiped them all from our servers but... I thought you'd wanna have the information." He explains. You take the thumb drive from him.
"Thanks." You mutter.
"I was so looking forward to finally having a reason to break his bones." Bucky rolls his eyes.
"You can break Colin's bones when we find him." You say. "I bet he's still in whatever observation room he was using to watch me."
"End of the hall." Bruce yells after you all. Following his suggestion, the four of you head down the hall towards the observation room. Bucky kicks the door in before you even try to open it. Chances are this Colin guy tried to barricade himself in there anyway. Sure enough, when the door flies off its hinges one scrawny looking green eyed man, birthmark on his neck and all, turns to look at you all with fear on his face. Steve grabs him before he can make a move, holding his arms behind his back.
"So you're the one behind all of this." You cross your arms.
"I should rip your head off your shoulders." Bucky glares. You hold up a hand to stop him from moving towards the cowering scientist.
"I want an explanation." You say.
"You want an explanation? You broke his heart and one of the greatest scientists I've ever known couldn't do his work." Colin grits out.
"So- Bruce, put you up to this?" Wanda frowns.
"No." He scoffs.
"Sorry, let me see if I can piece this together. My boyfriend, lies to me for months, so I break up with him, well within my rights and you kidnap me to run experiments in hopes that you'll- what? Fix him? Get brownie points? Maybe a promotion?" You ask.
"I've been here for years, always flying under the radar, I thought for sure you, the bitch who ruined him-" he stops to groan when Steve tightens his hold on him in response to his vulgarity towards you.
"Watch your mouth." Steve warns shoving Colin to his knees.
"I deserve to be a head scientist here." Colin says.
"Aw, well now you'll be a dead scientist. Broke the code of ethics and all, only to wind up with nothing." You shrug. "Not even a pat on the back from your 'so-called' idol who, by the way, totally gave you away for us to find you."
"Wait I- I don't wanna die." He shakes his head.
"Oh. Maybe you should've thought about that before you kidnapped me. Word of advice, don't target someone with mob ties if you like living."
"You know, if you keep him alive you could teach him a lesson he won't forget." Bucky mutters quietly. You look over your shoulder at him and consider his suggestion.
"Do you have a knife?" You ask.
"Yes." Bucky pulls out a blade and hands it to you immediately.
"Wait a second what do you need a knife for?" Steve asks. You squat in front of Colin and grab his wrist, placing his hand flat on the ground between you. With the knife in hand, you start to sing as you jab the knife between the gaps in his fingers.
"You have all your fingers. The knife goes chop chop chop, and since you were not careful, I'm gonna take some off." You slam the knife down severing the two middle fingers on his right hand and the scream he lets out his piercing. Steve's eyes look like they're about to fall out of their sockets and Bucky's currently trying hard not to let it show how much he enjoyed watching you do that.
"Y/n!" Wanda gasps.
"What?! He kidnapped me! I coulda killed him, taking two fingers is letting him off very easy!" You say.
"Honestly the little song was a cute touch. Clever." She nods.
"Right?! Thought it'd make it a little more fun." You link your arm through hers turning to leave Colin wailing on the floor.
"Hang on." Bucky says. He walks over to Colin and grabs him by the top of his head, pulling him up onto his knees. Bucky shoves his thumb into one of Colin's eyes, sending him into another screaming fit. "Leave town. Because if we ever see you again. I'll take the other eye." Bucky says menacingly, letting go of his hair. Colin crumples to the ground again as Bucky cleans his finger with a handkerchief from his pocket. "Let's go." Bucky says, a hand on your back guiding you out of the room and subsequently Wanda, while Steve walks behind you, discussing something with Sam.
"So what happens now?" Wanda asks.
"We take you home." Steve says.
"I meant with Colin." She frowns.
"He'll probably get out of town thanks to Bucky's threat."
"How did you guys find me anyway?"
"Wanda came to us." Bucky says.
"She interrupted a meeting and nearly got shot in the process." Steve says.
"I mean, I didn't know they were in a meeting until I got there. Besides, I was too busy being angry about you getting kidnapped despite their insistence on security watching you." Wanda says.
"Well I'm safe now." You shrug.
"We want you to see our medic." Bucky says.
"What?"
"We don't know what that sick bastard could have done to you and we think it would be best to have you looked over just in case." Steve explains.
"Alright. Fine, but you stay the whole time." You say.
"Deal." He nods. "Wanda we'll drop you at your apartment first and bring y/n back later, okay?" Steve says.
"Sure whatever." She shrugs. The rest of the drive to Wanda's apartment is quiet, Wanda hugs you tightly before getting out once you arrive. After dropping her off, the three of you head to Bucky and Steve's penthouse apartment where the medic is already waiting for you apparently. She's quick, but thorough in her examination, checking superficial things like your reflexes and vision asking several questions, taking samples of your blood, and whatnot. When she leaves, you let out a deep breath finally feeling comfortable.
"How're you doing princess?" Steve asks sitting beside you to rub his hand in circles on your back. Bucky sits on your other side with a hand on your knee comfortingly.
"I'm... alright- it's just been, a day- or a couple of days. I don't really know how long it's been actually." You frown.
"It was only one night. Wanda was up til morning trying to find you and we headed out as soon as she got you." Steve explains.
"Oh- well that explains why it's only after 1 pm." You mutter.
"This- may not be the best time to say this but I'd like it to be known that the little knife game you played with that guy, was very... impressive." Bucky says.
"Thank you, although I think it's fine to say that now because it like just happened." You chuckle.
"Seriously Buck?!" Steve rolls his eyes.
"What?!" Bucky says.
"Am I missing something?" You look between the two of them.
"Don't 'what' me!" Steve scoffs.
"Oh come on, there's nothing wrong with what I said you're the one being weird about it!" Bucky says.
"Okay, definitely missing something." You nod.
"I'm being weird about it?! Because I know what you meant by that! Don't play dumb."
"Hello!" You shout and they both look at you immediately.
"Yes princess?" Steve says at the same time Bucky says,
"Yes sunshine?"
"Hi, can you let me in on this weird psychic conversation you're having?" You ask.
"If Bucky was 'impressed' with your little knife trick it was not because of this head up here." Steve says tapping his fingers on his temple.
"What-?" You frown.
"He thinks it was hot." He rolls his eyes.
"Ohhh! You could've just said that. Either of you." You laugh.
"You were just kidnapped, now is not the time to be thinking with our- lower appendage." Steve frowns.
"Come on pal you're telling me it didn't stir something in you seeing her do that?" Bucky asks, grabbing your hand.
"I'm fine Stevie, I- being turned on is a much more positive reaction to me chopping someone's fingers off than I would've expected." You shrug.
"Wait you're- you're okay with it?" Steve asks.
"Well, it's better than you being freaked out by it." You say.
"Definitely not freaked out." Bucky mutters kissing up your shoulder. You relax against his ministrations, enjoying the way his lips feel on your skin.
"That's a relief." You chuckle breathily.
"Buck-" Steve starts to roll his eyes but you grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him towards you, kissing him to stop whatever scolding he was about to give Bucky.
"Alright pal now that she's given you the green light, fess up. I know you better than anyone else, don't pretend you weren't thinking about bending her over when she took that loser's fingers like that." Bucky says, he's stopped littering your throat with kisses to taunt Steve, but his thumb is stroking the back of your neck as he speaks. Steve pulls away from your kiss to answer him.
"I was thinking about what an absolutely perfect queen she'll make." Steve says.
"Won't she?" Bucky smirks.
"Oh flattery like that will get you everywhere." You say with a small giggle.
"Right now I'm hoping it'll get us inside of you." Bucky says.
"Now that's a wish I'm only too happy to grant." You hum.
"Yeah?" He smirks.
"Absolutely." You match his cheeky smile with one of your own.
"Come here, pretty girl." Bucky hoists you off of the couch into a bridal carry. Steve kisses you once more before Bucky carries you up to their bedroom with Steve behind you. When Bucky tosses you onto the bed, Steve immediately pulls you into another kiss.
"Are you sure you wanna do this now princess? You know you can always tell us to stop if-"
"Steve stop talking!" You huff out, cutting him off. He blinks at you with a frown on his face.
"Y/n." Bucky's eyebrows knit together at your sharpness.
"I've had a very shitty 15 hours and I don't want to think about it anymore. Please. I am going to be okay just- distract me." You explain with a sigh.
"Happy to sunshine but, don't forget we love you. Sometimes we'll worry." Bucky says softly.
"I know. You can worry all you want- later. But right now I need my mind on something else." You say. Bucky nods and tugs your pants and underwear off in one go. His lips trail kisses starting at one knee and working up but he skips the place you need him most to repeat the trail up the other leg. The moment Bucky's tongue swipes through your slick folds, Steve drowns your moans with a kiss so fierce you can't breathe. Bucky wraps his lips around your clit, licking and sucking at the bundle of nerves. Your hips thrust up against his ministrations and one of his arms comes up to lay heavy across your waist, holding you down.
"Steady doll. Gotta stay still for me." He grumbles between your legs. When two of his thick fingers slide into your entrance and curl upwards you're forced to break away from Steve's kiss, your head thrown back at the feeling of his digits working you open. Steve uses the moment to take your shirt off and unhook your bra, turning his attention to your newly exposed skin. He litters your chest with blooms of red while his fingers toy with your hardened nipples. Between the two sets of hands and lips, your head is spinning with pleasure and you can feel your release building quickly.
"G-guys I'm- fuck, oh my god. I'm gonna-" you struggle to pant out a full thought with their overwhelming touch.
"You gonna cum for us princess? Go ahead baby, you know how much we love it when you fall apart." Steve coaxes, taking your earlobe between his teeth. Your back arches as your orgasm hits, as if his words were the key to a door that wouldn't open on its own. "Good girl." Steve hums when you take in a shuddering breath.
"You taste so fucking good sunshine." Bucky mutters kissing up your abdomen.
"You tell me every time." You chuckle.
"You disagreeing with me?" He quirks an eyebrow at you making you laugh harder. "Steve? Second opinion?" Bucky turns to Steve.
"I think I need a fresh taste test before I weigh in." Steve nods, effectively ending your giggle fit as he and Bucky shift accordingly, Steve kneeling between your legs and Bucky moving onto the bed beside you.
"Wait, Bucky stand up. I wanna blow you." You tell him. He lets out a groan.
"You don't have to tell me twice." He says standing up and shoving his pants down his legs quickly. Steve huffs out a laugh before diving into your heat. Your mouth drops open with a moan as his tongue laps at your pussy. When it comes to most things, Bucky and Steve have very different styles of approach, between your legs though, both men devour you like their final meal- you sometimes wonder if they discuss what they do to you to determine what works best, but you only allow yourself a second to relish in Steve's tongue as Bucky is standing at attention beside you. You take Bucky into your mouth, bobbing your head along his length eagerly. Bucky's head falls back with a groan as you work him.
"Fuck, feels so good doll." He mutters. Just then, Steve wraps his lips around your clit and sucks harshly making you moan around Bucky. Your hips jerk when Steve slides two fingers into you and you struggle to keep sucking Bucky's dick as Steve pulls you towards another orgasm.
"Let go for me baby." Steve mutters against you, tongue lapping at your sensitive bundle of nerves. You have to pull off of Bucky entirely when your release hits this time around, your body spasming uncontrollably.
"That's it doll, so pretty." Bucky hums, stroking your hair soothingly as he sits on the edge of the bed beside you.
"Gotta say, tastes better every time." Steve nods and you let out a breathless chuckle.
"You two, are ridiculous." You shake your head.
"How ya feeling sunshine?" Bucky asks.
"Good. Ready for y'all to fuck me." You say.
"Someone's insatiable." He laughs positioning himself against the headboard and lifting you onto his lap.
"Yeah and whose fault is that?" You wink. Bucky rolls his eyes but there's a smile on his face that keeps yours in place. At least until Bucky shifts you again, positioning himself at your entrance and pulling you down on him. You let out a shuddering moan as you adjust to the sudden intrusion, Bucky groaning at the way your walls pulse around him.
"Are you implying that we're responsible for this?" Steve laughs kissing your shoulder.
"Absolutely. You spoil me. I have expectations now." You say.
"Expectations, huh?" Bucky smirks, settling his hands on your hips.
"Obviously." You nod.
"Obviously." Steve scoffs. "Well Buck, let's keep those expectations high, aye."
"Was thinking the same thing." Bucky winks over your shoulder. He shifts below you, before lifting you up to bring you back down against him as he thrusts up. You cry out as Bucky takes you like that, fucking up into you and forcing you down on him. He keeps it up for several minutes before stopping, at which point you're reeling from pleasure. "Alright sunshine, we're gonna try something. Stop us if it gets too much." Bucky tells you. You should probably ask what the thing is but you're too busy trying to catch your breath so you just nod as Bucky pulls you forward to lie against his chest. Steve shifts behind you, his hands grabbing your hips firmly. You gasp and jolt slightly when you feel the head of Steve's dick poking at your already stuffed pussy.
"Wait a second there's no way you'll both fit." You say.
"Yeah we will, just relax for us baby." Bucky kisses your temple.
"Stop us if you need to princess but I think you can take it. You are perfect for us after all." Steve says rocking forward slowly, working himself in beside Bucky. You focus hard on breathing through the definitely too intense stretch of them both. When Steve eventually bottoms out, the two of them hold incredibly still, kissing reachable parts of your skin as they allow you to adjust. After a few moments, you start to squirm against them.
"Move. Please." You breathe out. They take a second to get leverage and then both of them are thrusting into you harshly. They sort out their rhythm almost immediately and all you can do is moan as Bucky and Steve fuck you together.
"Knew you could take us both. Such a good girl for us." Steve huffs out between thrusts, his breath hot in your ear. You whimper out an incoherent response.
"Aw Steve I think she's gone a bit cockdrunk on us." Bucky taunts, taking in the way your eyes are glazing over.
"Think so? Good. She wanted not to think anymore after all." Steve says. You can hear them, but their conversation falls to your ears muted, so overwhelmed that you're struggling to process anything other than the drag of their dicks along your walls.
"F-fuck I, I'm gonna- oh god." Your whiny pant isn't even a complete thought, but it's the best you're able to get out so blissed out from the way Steve and Bucky fuck you.
"Gonna cum for us sweetheart? Gonna soak our fucking dicks like a good girl?" Bucky coos at you mockingly.
"Please. Please. Please. please please please please." Your broken pleas are the only response you can offer teetering so close to the edge you can practically taste it.
"Go ahead princess, cum on our dicks, show us how good we fuck you baby." Steve says, kissing your neck. Their words along with their pace send you over the edge with a cry of their names into an orgasm so strong it's blinding. You're shaking so hard they have to tighten their hold on you as they chase their own ends. It doesn't take long for them to spill into you either, Bucky first with an expletive on his lips and Steve right after with a long moan that sends shivers down your spine. Between the two of them it's too much and you can feel their release leaking out of you. For a few moments nobody moves, it's still and silent aside from heavy breathing. Steve pulls out first and you whine when he does. "We gotta get you cleaned up princess." Steve says in response to your protesting grumble while Bucky soothes you with kisses all over your face. You watch as he walks into the bathroom and you can faintly hear the tub running. After some time, how long? Who knows, Steve returns.
"Alright sunshine. We're gonna get in the bath now." Bucky tells you. You don't have the energy to argue but you do whine again when he, with Steve's help, lifts you off of him to carry you to the bathroom. The plus side of this is when Bucky does place you in their too big jacuzzi bathtub the water is so warm you practically melt into it. Steve and Bucky take their time washing you up, gentle hands and a soft washcloth glide over your skin like it's the only thing that matters to them as they whisper promises of love and adoration and you swear you've never felt safer than in this moment.
It's incredible how what started as an anonymous gift at the mall/two overly complimentary strangers ended with you here. You're not sure loved is a strong enough word to describe how they make you feel.
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Since we had a Bloom post, might as well: what were the reactions to the Icy Reveal from the wider cast, and who learned what and when?
Okay so there's two kinda halves of this which is people learning about her mom vs. people learning about her dad.
Also for simplicity: Mom's name is Blizzeta, Dad's name is Inverno. Also for simplicity is a short rundown on them for anyone who's new/hasn't been down the tags.
Blizzeta kinda replaces the 'Ancestral Witches', as she's not like. Some ancient deity. She's just a normal, though powerful, Witch. And lead a group of other powerful beings in a quest to become even more powerful and rule over everyone.
Inverno is currently King of Dyamond. In my rewrite it's actually not a cursed planet at all, it's just snowy like that. His current wife is Crystal, and they have a daughter named Sapphire.
So who learns what when:
Icy herself always knew about her mother. She's aware of the legacy and was in an environment that made her feel that she had to finish what she started.
Icy tells Darcy and Stormy some time during their years at Cloud Tower. Like when they've bonded and she trusts them enough to let them in on her secrets and plan their future together of finishing what was started.
Most of the Winx and Specialists find out when they take that trip to Domino at the end of Season 1. Because uh. I kinda made this episode very dark in both the fact that I'm keeping most of the population dead, but also because of the eternal winter curse the bodies are still there and preserved quite well.
Anyway they get to see Blizzeta's preserved body and she and Icy look almost just alike so it's easy to connect the dots for them.
Which also kinda connects the dots of 'oh so that's why she's Like That™' even if they don't have the whole picture.
Not sure when the members who weren't in Season 1 find out.
Now there's no reveals up until Season 3 with Inverno.
Because Icy never knew exactly who her father was. She has vague memories of stuff her mom told her when she was very little, but she was literally a toddler it's fuzzy.
Anyway!
During Season 3 the plots include 1.) Bloom trying to figure out ways to fix Domino, and 2.) Icy low-key stalking Bloom to cause problems. So when Bloom goes to Dyamond hoping on a planet of snow and ice would know how to dispel a blizzard, Icy followed.
Icy gets temporarily captured during the events here, which involves her meeting Inverno. He sees her, clocks the whole 'ah shit Blizzeta's her mom...... oh FUCK she's my kid???' thing. Icy is both shocked but also like. It makes enough sense that she doesn't question it. She can see the family resemblance. She remembers some things her mom said that now make sense. She can tell that her mother likely intended to use this connection, but didn't get the chance.
At least Bloom is here during that conversation(idk if the others are or if they're all kinda off on their own more this season.). And she's.... so unsure what to think of it but hey she- she knows what it's like to suddenly find out you have a royal bloodline and all so she Gets It™ in a way. But also like. Girl are you okay?
Sapphire is listening in on the conversation because she's a curious little fucker. While she's not like, a baby. She's still a good bit younger and really is only thinking about the fact that she has a sister now.
The rest of the Winx+ would find out after Bloom reunites with them and updates them on that hot mess. And yeah there's a bit of concern on it because Icy is.... hasn't fully hit the 'dragged to the good side' bit (this is what really kicks it off for her), so they're mostly concerned with what she'll do about it. Also the other Royals are spitballing on what exactly Blizzeta's plan had been re: making Icy.
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tagged by the fantastic @sunriseverse! thanks sunny!! 💖
under the cut because this one is long
1. why did you choose your url?
i wanted a new fandom penname and at the time adjective + noun names were a thing. i fiddled with several different variations, tried and failed to acquire kaleidoscopicmoonrise at the time (it's mine now!!), and landed on this one. i wanted something a little spooky, especially since soul eater was my fandom at the time - though it doesn't feel like it now that my icon is a lot more sane-looking lmfao
2. any sideblogs? if you have them name them and why you have them.
uh. yeah. a stupid amount (like 30+?), so i'm definitely not naming them all. most active are obviously this howl blog, my main blog @commandersya, this one for danny phantom and gravity falls stuff, @howlingspacegoo gets some activity every now and then when venom stuff resurfaces, and some others i use for reblogging specific reference stuff. most of the rest are for fandom events i've run in the past.
3. how long have you been on tumblr?
since like 2011-2012. i've seen it all.
4. do you have a queue tag?
lmao absolutely not. i don't use the queue function, though on occasion i'll schedule posts to space them out when i'm going through a tag in order not to reblog all of it at once, or for specific dates like halloween
5. why did you start your blog in the first place?
this one was for soul eater writing purposes. tumblr in general was because my cousin dragged me into it and then i realized there was a lot of bandom stuff in here (i was really into black veil brides for my first year or two on tumblr)
6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?
i broke ties with the soul eater fandom in a not great way and wanted to change my icon. yoi provided the perfect yuri expression with the kind of benevolent dictator smile i really like, despite that not being the original intent for it when the animators drew it ✊😔
7. why did you choose your header?
i had to check my header real quick lmfao. jason todd is just an excellent blorbo and when a good artist draws him.... 👀👀👀
8. what’s your post with the most notes?
oh gods. probably my dracula/barbie fic at nearly 3.5k notes. where's that ben affleck cigarrette pic when you need it. alternatively some ancient black veil brides photo/gif on my main blog.
9. how many mutuals do you have?
idk but i cherish y'all 💖
10. how many followers do you have?
dunno 😭 they're split across dozens of blogs so i'm not counting them all
11. how many people do you follow?
1.8k+, though i should follow more. my dash has times when it's pretty dead.
12. have you ever made a shitpost?
probably? yes. just remembered the i bit the butte psoh post.
13. how often do you use tumblr each day?
however long i'm online on my laptop, more or less. so a sizeable amount of hours
14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?
LMAO. i was in both voltron and yoi fandoms, writing for and running events for "problematic" ships. take a wild wild guess.
15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?
hate them. 90% of the time it'll make me automatically skip it. for the other 10%, if it has relevant info on the op's original post and that little sentence is on the comments then i might go back and reblog from the op just to get rid of it
16. do you like tag games?
love them!
17. do you like ask games?
see above
18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?
i have uhhh. some. olderthannetfic, nemainofthewater, i think also colubrina for a while there, off the top of my head.
19. do you have a crush on a mutual?
if friend crushes count then several ✊😔
20. what is the last song you listened to?
the cramps - goo goo muck
21. what are you currently watching?
i am. so bad at finishing things so like a bajillion shows. the double i might drop despite it having been very very good until like episode 30-something. meet you at the blossom i need to finish like the last two eps. wandee goodday i need to finish four episodes iirc. i was in like episode 5 of century of love. i was on episode... 17? of my journey to you, which if i power through shall be for the antagonist sidepair/trio rather than the main characters. i was also at episode 16 of new life begins, which was fairly good and i do want to continue though i keep forgetting i have that tab open somewhere.
22. sweet/ savoury/ spicy?
savoury!
23. what is your current relationship status?
single and ace so not planning on changing that!
24. what is your current obsession?
the spirealm/kaleidoscope of death, and mysterious lotus casebook
25. what are nine albums/ songs you've been listening to lately?
- La P'tite Fumée - Cypher - Brody Dale - Don't Mess With Me - Stiff Little Fingers - Alternative Ulster - Concrete Blonde - Bloodletting (The Vampire Song) - The Cramps - What's Inside a Girl - Linkin Park - Heavy is the Crown - Miyavi & PVRIS - Snakes - D-A-D - Sleeping My Day Away - Aerosmith - Dream On
no-pressure tagging! @junemermaid @a-memory-a-distant-echo @snorlaxlovesme @where-the-water-flows @nemainofthewater
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I don't usually make posts that are just me randomly shouting into the void— I like putting effort and structure into my posts as much as I can— but I just got the biggest urge to gush about Junia (my lil Rainbow Parrotfish baby~)
I LOVE what Junia adds to the dynamic of Octavinelle and, by extension, the Octatrio
Idk how I did it but I just think it works so well
She's different from them in that she will actually be kind to anyone and just wants people to get along (she hates it when people get hurt) but she's still just…such a weirdo (affectionate) in a way I think matches perfectly with the other three. She's a misfit, just like them.
She's just very open and honest as opposed to secretive like Azul, Jade and Floyd. Which I think is also really refreshing to have to contrast them!
And she also has a very clear reason for being there, and a defined role in the business. She's the metaphorical light at the end of thr anglerfish's lure— a friendly, charming face who not only entertains the regular guest as Mostro Lounge as the Lounge Singer, but also makes people lower their guards and make them less wary, maybe even start to reconsider making a deal with Azul. (something something, Urusla's Nautilus necklace is meant to make her prettier and people view her more positively but she ends up drawing Ariel's voice into it and trapping it)
Not to mention she's a great advertiser. She is, just objectively speaking, very pretty, and quite charming, too. And, though I don't tend to really emphasize it a lot, I feel like she'd be really popular at NRC due to the above mention facts, plus the fact she's one of the very few girls at an otherwise all-boys' school.
Like, you cannot convince me that straight teenaged boys (of which there are many at NRC, I'm sure) surrounded by almost only other teenaged boys wouldn't be at least a little bit interested in a friendly, pretty older girl (she's 2-3 years older than the rest of her year) who sings good while wearing a pretty dress.
And as for just her friendships with the other three—
She, just like Azul, was bullied as a child, in her case because of her severe dyslexia and inability to learn to read.
I also feel like when she sees the picture of child Azul she'd instantly just go 🥺🥺🥺🥺 "You were so adorable! You looked like you would have given great hugs!"
With Jade— they infodump about special interest stuff to each other. They both have interests that are seen as 'weird' (Jade his mushrooms and Junia her macabre, bizarre and sometimes pretty violent stories and songs)
And I feel like she's definitely the one who's had to patch up Floyd after he's gotten hurt in fights the most, leading to her realizing that she actually really likes patching people up like that, also leading to her starting to wonder if she might like to be a doctor of some sort in the future.
And she's just the 'mother hen' of the group in general, telling all three of them off for either working too much or— in Floyd's case mostly— doing dangerous things that could end with them getting hurt.
Oh, and during breaks, where they stay behind at school, I can definitely see her trying to cook for as many people staying in Octavinelle as she can. Just because she likes taking care of people in ways like that. The only one who TRULY lives up to Octavinelle's 'generous' spirit without expecting anything in return.
And people tend to underestimate Junia a lot, and due to how controlling her mother was she's just used to letting people decide things for her— idk why but I'm just imagining Floyd speaking up for her saying something like "Uh, she can decide for herself, you know?"
And like, Azul complimenting her on her cooking, and Jade saying she's great at getting people to trust her—
Uuuuuuuuuu my babyyyyyyy
She deserves to have people who see and appreciate and like her for who she is instead of just seeing all the things that make her 'weird' or that she 'lacks' 😭😭😭😭😭
Tag list: @another-random-paradise @thehollowwriter @faefum @cactus13-rolloflammesimp
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uuuugh i keep procrastinating cuz i wanna make new refs n' arts n' all for us all but art slow so fuggit placeholder pinned abt the system better pinned with comm details, other accs, etc later :3 will reopen for commissions once arty verifies me! as a whole we're legally deaf and disabled! we can all draw but have diff styles/preferences :3 body is 30 (eugh i don't like admitting that) so am adult BUT we don't wanna be involved in nsfw art so pls respect that⭐ We can't get a formal diagnosis due to various real life issues, so we're not going to claim any particular diagnosis, but we can't exactly ignore the symptoms and stay masked forever. We're going to stay out of syscourse as much as possible, of course. 🌙 each alter has an assigned emoji so ppl can tell us apart easier if needed, use em as our tags too (when we remember) note- using they/them for any of us fine too!⭐
(doesn't include alters that rarely or never front) ⭐star emoji = Blue! she/her pls~ guess i'm the honorary host cuz i front most. uhhh... nothing rly too fancy i can say abt myself, i'm p affectionate and love y2k art and hanging out, i try to be as nice as i can >w< my art's usually sketchbooky, with thin lines and soft colors/shading!
💠this blue gem/flower emoji is Azure! she/her, she's kinda new to the system. looks n' acts a lot like me but uh... more childish i guess? very silly, very 'cringe culture is dead'. loves to rp, say silly things, n' cling to people. hyperfixates on Dot Hack (RIP) her art looks like mspaint x3 🌙 (Writing for myself since I'm available.) The name's Lune, hence moon emoji, and I use she/her pronouns as well. Formerly "Starry" but people kept confusing me with Blue due to her star symbolism. Used to be the designated mask, I'm glad I don't have to do that anymore... Sometimes I re-mask out of habit so if something sounds like me but wasn't marked as an alter, it probably is me. I have a flat tone and chronic paranoid anxiety so uh... Let me know if I come across as rude, I usually don't mean to. I enjoy doing research and organizing information, so I'm often the one to fact-check things or find guides and how-to's for the system. My art's very bold and colorful, and friends describe it as 'angular'. Clashes with my personality, huh? 🗝️key emoji = Sylverwynd! he uses he/him! he's super laid back and chill, i've never seen him upset or anything, but he's rly long-winded talks... kinda poet-y? he loves reading and talking abt lore and myths so he'll pop in if ur talking abt something he likes or if he has trivia 2 share! fave genres r horror n' fantasy he's still experimenting w/ style but likes drawing rly soft
❌cross emoji= Laceburner! it/its or they/them pronouns! tbh i'm not used to it/its pronouns but Lace wanted em; it's very uh... emotionally empty i guess? aroace, agender, can't socialize or empathize v well. it usually fronts when the rest of us are tired or in pain cuz it just ignores all that. likes 2000's scenemo aesthetics though which is surprising but ye idk how to describe its style, but it's trying to mimic emo art n' likes bright colored lines with dark bg/colors 🗡️the dagger is Kal! he/him pronouns, he gets angry and stressed abt things really easy but he gets too hostile abt it so he tries to not front too much; need to find him a way to de-stress n' chill out... when he's not mad at smth he's a good sympathetic listener imo, still swears and talks all rough tho hasn't drawn much yet but does rly harsh lines and fast/messy sketches when he does (and gets riled up by mistakes =w=;)
❤️heart is Weiss! genderfluid, goes by any pronouns, usually uses whatever they like at the time x3 has a hard time fronting but tries to. flirty, loves dumb jokes, overly confident... (we worry they'd get us in trouble sometimes cuz the shit they want to say) loves demon and monster-related stuff! still experimental style but uses bold colors and thick rough lines a lot, may get suggestive (forbidden from outright nsfw, don't ask >:c) btw ur always welcome to direct asks @ someone specific >w< we just might take a while to respond
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Waoh, number 2! Under cut :3
Additional Tags: Unlabelledship Cooper & Mateo, idk what they have in this one. study session. Cooper has pens with swear words on them
Mateo really hoped Cooper never noticed that whenever they had one of their study sessions Mateo learned maybe only about half of what Cooper was trying to teach him.
Wasn’t his fault though, Cooper was just the embodiment of entertaining and entertaining things were much funnier to watch than trying to solve mind numbing math equations, or whatever the heck he was meant to be learning.
Watching Cooper mutter at his homework like it had personally offended him would forever draw Mateo’s attention away. Similarly how could Mateo focus while trying not to giggle as he watched Cooper fiddle and take apart his pen which had “For Fuck Sake’s” imprinted on the side in bold black letters. Or even when Cooper would crack a joke to draw their brains away from how frustrating homework was and Mateo found himself shaking with laughter even though the joke had been so stupid. Focus was nonexistent when his best friend was being so cute and silly.
So maybe he didn’t notice when he started to stare, tuning out what Cooper was saying by accident, until Cooper reached across the table and booped him on the nose.
“‘Teo,”
Mateo blinked, “Hu?” He scanned Cooper’s face as the blond grinned at him only to then look away and back down to his homework.
Oh right, math.
Mateo let out an annoyed groan which caused Cooper to chuckle.
“Welcome back to exponential and logarithmic functions. You zoned out there for a second,” Cooper said before the clack of a calculator being used followed.
Mateo leaned back in his chair and dragged his hands down his face, “This sucks! I don’t understand any of this,”
“No one ever said math was a mouthful of cake,” Cooper mused.
“Pfff, what?” Mateo removed the hands from his face and watched as Cooper’s face went a little pink.
“Because cake is yummy and easy to eat and uh,” Cooper stuttered out, “you know what nevermind.”
With that Cooper tilted his head down to scribble something on his page as Mateo snickered in amusement.
“No, no, continue please.”
Cooper looked back up and tapped Mateo’s own homework with his pen, “Now you’re just trying to get out of this,”
“Mmm,” Mateo hummed and leaned forward, resting his head on his palms, “maybe I am, or maybe I just like hearing your voice,”
Again Cooper went pink but then he fixed his posture and leaned in closer, “Are you flirting with me?”
Mateo grinned, “Is it working?”
A frown crossed Cooper’s face, “Mateo-“
Mateo’s head dropped to the table with a thud as he groaned again, “Can’t I just get this one win! Math sucks and I’d rather just draw,”
There was a pause, “Are you giving up?”
“I mean it is hard-“ Mateo muttered into the table as he turned his head to the side.
“Hey come on,” Mateo felt the butt of Cooper’s pen poke his head, once, twice, “you can’t just give up like that. That’s not the Mateo Christopher Garcia I know,”
Mateo froze upon hearing his full name and sat back up to stare at Cooper with a look he hoped portrayed a feeling of, how could you?
“Did you just full name me?”
A small shrug came to Cooper’s shoulders, “Yes,”
Mateo pouted, “Rude,”
Cooper laughed, hiding it behind the back of his hand but Mateo reached out to take it in his own hands as laughter took over both of them.
By the end of their giggle fit their fingers had become interlaced and Cooper used this to draw Mateo’s attention to himself. He gave a squeeze and as Mateo looked at him he smiled softly.
“Look ‘Teo, you can’t just give up. I mean, that’s the M-Man way right?” Cooper asked, bringing up Mateo’s comic book sona. The fearless and buttkicking hero, M-Man, who had a catchphrase along the lines of, “Never give up, forge ahead!” which Cooper went ahead to quote.
Mateo pressed his lips into a fine line and tugged his hand away. Sadly he turned his head away and mumbled, “Yeah but that’s with bad guys not math,”
“Yet it’s still the same principle.” Cooper insisted while cracking his fingers, “To persist and try. To get up when you’ve been knocked down and try again, and again, and again.”
“Point is,” Cooper continued, reaching out to brush his fingers against Mateo’s shoulders, “heroes don’t give up, especially you. Trust me on that.”
Mateo raked his eyes from the tips of Cooper’s fingers, up his arm, and took in the confident and sure expression on the blond’s face. Persist and try, hu? Well that was certainly the M-Man way, but if anything it was also the Cooper way.
Mateo chuckled, they really were two of a kind.
“Alright you win,” Mateo caved, picking up his pencil, “but you gotta keep coaching me through this.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Cooper admitted with a smile.
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20 questions for fic writers
tagged by @viola-ophelia <3 Thank you!
1. How many works do you have on AO3? 58 on my primary page, 38 on my trash page, and 5 on my catch-all.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count? LOL if you think I'm going to add up the word count of 101 total fics, you're crazy! So instead, I'll just say my longest fic on my primary page is 96,771, my trash page is 34,787, and my catch-all is 11,722, for a total of 143,280. So with that being for just three fics, I shudder to think what my actual word count is for 101 fics lol.
3. What fandoms do you write for? Lately, TURN: Washington's Spies, though past fandoms have been H.annibal, E.mma 2020, and The M.agicians, to name a few.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? I'm just going to stick to my main page for this:
Wake-up Call (From D.usk till D.awn: the Series) (438)
Changing Winds (S.tranger T.hings) (384)
Lost in the Dark (S.tranger Things) (284)
Anyone But You (That 70s Show) (265)
To Thaw and Burst into Bloom (S.tranger Things) (235)
^^The funny thing is, none of these were fandoms I was overly into/participated in much, but they're way more popular than my favored fandoms, which is why none of what I'm TRULY proud of is listed in my top kudos ranking. Ah well.
5. Do you respond to comments? I do! In the past, I've always made friends through reviews/reviewing, so I always respond to comments and leave comments on works I've enjoyed. :) I really wish engagement/fic friendships were more encouraged these days.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Uhh, probably Folie a Deux (H.annibal) or To K.iss, to Consume (Turn). OH, and Let the Weary Rest (Turn), where I killed off Ben lol.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? After 2020, pretty much all of my fics had happy endings. The World is Made Wrong made me happiest though, I'd say.
8. Do you get hate on fics? I'd rather not jinx myself, but I haven't since I was a kiddo! And that hate was deserved tbh, cuz they were just telling me I wrote xyz wrong since I was a child/didn't bother to research.
9. Do you write s.mut? *gestures vaguely at my trash page* Uh. Yeah. lol I don't really have a specific type I write, beyond M/F, if that's what you're asking -- the specific scenarios are typically a case-by-case basis.
10. Do you write crossovers? I used to write quite a few! Nowadays, I save that more for things like RP and edits, though I do still enjoy them. Sometimes, crossovers work better than canon, I said what I said.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I have! But I was like 13 at the time, and the person posted it in the same ship/fandom, so Idk what their plan was lol. Fortunately, they deleted it the day I reviewed.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! A few times, actually (all for the H.annibal fandom).
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Sure have! They're all RP-turned-fics though, cuz I've never actually asked someone to write something who wasn't an RPer themselves.
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? Probably David/Maddie from Moonlighting. They're timeless! <3
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I suppose my time travel romcom. It's basically me rewriting a book I've already created, but altering it for the Turn universe. Even though it's fun, it's kind of boring repurposing my old work, and most especially when there's so little engagement. I flourish on comments, alas. Other than that, I mostly tend to finish my works!
16. What are your writing strengths? An editor once told me my strengths are my dialogue and humor. She equated the first 20 pages of my book (a recent work) to a Shakespearean comedy, which really tickled me, ngl.
17. What are your writing weaknesses? World-building! I've improved with this by a lot, but I genuinely do think fic writers are conditioned to stop describing settings/appearance thanks to our audiences already KNOWING, and thus, our OG works suffer for it. Mine certainly do!
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I wouldn't do it personally, since I doubt it'd translate well, but I encourage others to do it! I'll still read!
19. First fandom you wrote for? C.owboy B.ebop.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Probably The World is Made Wrong, since I've since reworked it and I'm still very proud of how that second run-through turned out (not the one available on AO3 -- that version is in all its heinous first draft glory lol).
Tagging: @retrograderesemblance @pagetreader @ms-march @culper-spymaster and whoever else wants to!
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