#don’t tag as ship 🔪

[betterthanbatman1]

Lmaoo get wrecked idiot

Reminded me of this

[leonisdumbasallhell]

:)

[babiesafezone]

Hmm… I have never had a romantic f/o but Izzy Hands honestly might be the one to change that

[savventeen]

you say the stupidest (sweetest) things

pairing: seungkwan x gn!reader rating: 16+ (for swearing) wc: 4.5k prompt: seungkwan + "things you said at 1am" summary: you say stupid shit on the best of days, so when seungkwan comes over when you're having a bad bout of insomnia, the last thing he expects to hear from you is an accidental love confession warnings: insomnia, mental health issues, dissociation mention tags: fluff, friends to lovers, first kiss, reader is a little unhinged but who isn't tbh, they're also highkey allergic to genuine expressions of love/affection but they're working on it, banter, stimming, wrestling like children to try and work through emotions, reader is some flavor of lgbt+ (they make an "i've never done anything straight in my life" joke), reader's pov is dramatic bc they're dramatic oops a/n: this is for @dokyeomin as a part of my emergency commissions (check out the post here) and this was only supposed to be 1k but it 100% got away from me... i hope you still enjoy the fluff and all of the attached nonsense <3

From: Y/n 🔪 [11:47pm]

yo kwannie if i impulsively decide to go to the 24h convenience store how harshly do u think they'll jusdge me for buying every flavor of gummy candy available *judge i wanna see if i can melt them down into one Ultimate Gummy u know for Science

Seungkwan pauses brushing his teeth and stares down at your messages.

To be fair, it's probably not the strangest thing you've ever texted him. He's known you since your second year of college, after all, so he has about half a decade of experience with all of your various y/n-isms under his belt now.

Which is how he knows to trust his gut when it tells him that this probably isn't your usual brand of nonsense.

He spits the toothpaste into the sink and dials your number. You answer on the second ring.

“Before you say anything,” you start, “I was only half-serious about the gummies thing. Like, it's a fun idea, you know? In theory. But in actuality? I do not want to deal with the mess that it would create. Or the smells. Well, the smells might actually be pretty good depending on—“

“Uh-huh,” he interrupts dryly. “Y/n, when's the last time you slept?”

The beat of silence that follows is enough to confirm his suspicions, and the hesitant “Um” that follows is just the icing on the cake, really.

He sighs. “The fact that you have to think about it says enough.”

“I don’t need to think about it,” you argue petulantly. “I just… don’t wanna tell you.”

“Y/n...” he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Look, I know, I'm sorry.” And you do sound a little bit sorry, at least. “I'm just. Having an episode. Don't worry about it.”

His shoulders droop as the words sink in. “Episodes” are what you've taken to calling your intermittent bouts of serious insomnia.

Generally speaking, you sleep about as well as the average twenty-something with a caffeine addiction. But every few months or so, it's like your brain completely forgets how to shut off and you end up staying awake for 40+ hours straight.

“Well,” he says, putting his toothbrush away and going back to his bedroom. “You know that ship has sailed, right? You know I'm gonna worry about it.”

Your deep sigh crackles over the line. “Yeah, I know.”

“So. Where're we at this time?”

He mentally braces himself. The two of you have done this enough times now that he knows that you know there's no point in trying to lie or beat around the bush.

“Uhhhhhhh, I'll be hitting the 46-hour mark in about 20 minutes.”

“Aish.”

The fact that you can say that so casually makes his heart hurt. He knows that whenever he doesn't get enough sleep, he makes sure everyone knows it and thus babies him accordingly. But you've always been so intent on hiding anything and everything you struggle with. It's taken years for him to bully himself past the walls you keep hidden behind shit-eating grins and an over-willingness to help.

“Okay,” he says, moving to the dresser to grab an extra set of clothes. “I'll be over in an hour.”

“Wait. What?”

“You heard me.” He tosses the clothes onto his bed before going to grab one of his duffle bags, firmly asserting, “You've got an hour to mentally prepare yourself for my arrival.”

“Honey, you've got a big storm comin',” you quote at him without hesitating.

“You sure do,” he assures with a snort. “Better get ready to feel the wrath of my friendship.”

“Why do you have to love so aggressively?”

He rolls his eyes while he throws his clothes into the duffle bag with one hand. “Because it's the only way you'll accept it, idiot.”

“No, it isn't.”

Your pout is so audible through the phone that Seungkwan has to stop and glance at the screen in disbelief.

“Y/n. Y/n L/n. Do not stand there and lie to my face like that.”

“I'm not lying!”

“Not—” He gesticulates wildly with one hand like he's going Can you believe this shit? to an invisible TV audience. “Okay, tell me this: what did you do the last time I sincerely monologued at you about how much you mean to me as a friend, hmm? No bits, no bullshit, just me telling you how much I love you and how amazing you are.”

A beat. “I'll hang up on you, Kwannie, don't test me.”

He barely resists the urge to shove his face into the bedspread and scream. “You're literally proving my point right now!”

“Kwannieeee,” you whine, because you know he's right.

“Also, because I'm never letting you live it down, I will remind you exactly what you did."

You say his name again, but it's muffled, and he assumes it's because you're hiding your face in shame.

“I gave you a sincere, heartfelt speech about how much your friendship has changed my life for the better and made me become a better person—” he ignores your wordless pterodactyl screech, “—and how do you respond? By staring at me like a deer caught in the headlights, slowly raising your arms to give me double finger guns, winking, and then slowly backing out of the room like an awkward mannequin!”

“...”

“Well?” He puts his free hand on his hip. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“… I’ve changed a lot since then.”

Seungkwan rolls his eyes before moving to continue packing his overnight bag. “It was literally three months ago.”

“Yeah, and? Doesn't change the fact that I've changed,” you assert.

“Into even more of a nuisance? Yes, you're absolutely right.” He smiles when he hears you scoff playfully.

“Listen here, Boo Seungkwan. You know that well-rested Y/n is ready to throw down with you at a moment's notice. What do you think sleep-deprived, zero-impulse-control Y/n is going to do the second you get to their front door?”

“Stop referring to themself in the third person, hopefully,” he mutters, finally zipping up his bag and heading to the door. “And then after that, they're going to let me bully them into resting.”

“Hmm. The council has heard your proposal, briefly pondered it, and deemed it “unnecessary” on the basis of: they're a bad bitch that can't be stopped by neither time nor physics nor any god of your choosing.”

Seungkwan scoffs as he puts the call on speaker and sits to put on his sneakers. “Well, “the council” can go fuck right off.”

“What if the council would like to fuck right on?”

Pausing in the middle of tying his laces, he blinks down at his phone. “I'm— what?”

“Okay, real talk, what do you think it would mean in this case? Like, would this be like a 'hop on' versus 'hop off' situation? Or more like an 'I'm down for this' versus 'I'm up for this' kinda situation? Because it would have very different outcomes depending.”

Seungkwan decides that this is a debate better left for another time. “I think it means that I'm going to be at your house soon and that if you're not in your pajamas with hot Sleepy Time tea and the series Planet Earth ready to go, there will be consequences.”

“Booooooo, you whore.”

He finishes tying his laces and jabs his finger at the phone. “Consequences, Y/n.”

“Ugh, fine.”

“See you soon, love you, bye.” He hangs up before you can get another word in, but doesn't move from his seated position in the entryway.

Slowly, he takes a deep breath in and lets it out, taking a moment to lean back on his hands while he stares at the back of his front door. Specifically, at the large collage of sticky notes and pictures and doodles that have taken up residence there.

A few of the notes are ones he's gotten from other members of your shared friend group over the years (the one from Chan that reads "if u eat my rice i'll eat ur kneecaps xoxo" hangs proudly in the center, right next to a picture of him sleeping that Seungkwan managed to capture from an extremely unflattering angle). But most of them are from you.

Dumb puns, meme references, bullshit animal facts you made up just to get him to laugh… almost all of them are stupid in that extremely charming way that only you somehow manage to pull off.

But the one he's staring at now is almost completely hidden by other notes and pictures that have been added to the collage. It's a pale blue, the ink starting to fade a bit with time — the first note you ever gave him, back when you two were just people who happened to sit next to each other in an astronomy class.

Even though most of it is hidden, he doesn't need to be able to see all the tiny words you crammed into the small space to already know exactly what it says.

how do u make a space party? u planet :P u looked sad today, hope this makes u feel a little better also if this is 2 forward feel free 2 pretend i don't exist. or punt me in2 the sun idk u'd be doing me a favor tbh

He'd almost skipped class that day because of how bad he'd been feeling, but he'd decided to try and push through. And before that day, neither of you had interacted with more than a polite greeting and the occasional question about the homework.

But then you'd passed him that note, and he'd passed one back that said “that's dumb. but thank you” with a smiley face, and you'd passed another one back that said “do u think lizard people have ever been to space?” and the rest, they say, is history.

Seungkwan shakes his head with a sigh before standing up and grabbing his bag and his keys, striding determinedly out the door. He's got a best friend to take care of.

Seungkwan should be at your place soon, and you're not quite sure what to do in the meantime.

You have your laptop hooked up to the monitor in the living room with Planet Earth queued up, you have the kettle filled with water and ready to go on the stove, and you have mugs and teabags ready on the counter next to it.

The Required Tasks™️ have been completed as much as possible without the arrival of your best friend, and now all that's left to do is wait.

Which, normally, you're not the worst at. You're excellent at entertaining yourself, actually, mostly because there's always something to think about. Whether it be about cute dogs that you've seen over the past week (I wonder if the pomeranian down the street will let me pet him next time), potential plot twists for the new fantasy drama you're a little bit obsessed with (what if Gregothy was cursed the whole time???), or generic ponderings of the human existence as a whole (do souls have the metaphysical equivalent of a fingerprint?), you're pretty much always thinking about something.

Which is totally fine and dandy and cool or whatever when you have the ability to, you know, shut it off. For example, when you need to do something simple and necessary like, oh I don't know, go the fuck to sleep.

You also hate when that manic mental energy somehow translates into kinetic energy as well. It makes you feel like a hamster in a cage, watching yourself running and running and running on that stupid wheel until you exhaust yourself.

Tonight's metaphorical wheel: stimming like wild in the kitchen. Flapping, rocking, (gently) slapping, making weird and fun mouth sounds, the whole shebang.

And again, normally stimming is fun. Stimming is great. But stimming because you feel like if you don't stop moving you're going to literally vibrate out of your skin is, to put it lightly, Not It.

It takes you about ten minutes to work out all of the energy until you no longer feel like your blood was replaced with pop rocks.

With a groan, you lower yourself to the kitchen floor and lay down face first. Because despite how exhausted you feel in every possible way, there's still something like an itch in your conscious, a fucking pea underneath the miles of mattresses that refuse to let you just. Fucking. Sleep.

Your pity party must've lasted longer than you realized (or, more likely, you dissociated for a hot second there) because suddenly someone's knocking at your door at the same time you get a text from Seungkwan.

And you know it's a text from Seungkwan specifically because you got Vernon to help you change your notification settings so that whenever Seungkwan texts you, the "i love you.. bitch" sound clip plays instead of a normal text tone.

For a fraction of a second, you contemplate slowly inching your way to the door like an uncoordinated caterpillar, but you swat the thought aside like you’re swatting a gnat and you awkwardly roll to your feet and make your way to your front door.

Without hesitating, you unlock the door, swinging it open with a flourish and sticking a finger right in Seungkwan's face before he can utter a single syllable, forcing him to cross his eyes.

You open your mouth wide like you're going to say something, pause for a moment, then tap your pointed finger to his nose with a quiet "boop."

He blinks, expression turning deadpan, and sighs. "I should have expected this, honestly."

“Yep!”

You let him into your apartment, and he makes himself right at home, mildly bitching at you as he goes to get the tea ready, and something within you shifts.

The inside of your head is still a bit of a dumpster fire, unfortunately, but inside your chest... something clicks into place that you're not sure that you're ready to name. Whatever it is, though, it's soft and warm and kinda feels like your heart is being hugged.

Smiling to yourself, you follow him into the kitchen.

💤 💤 💤 💤 💤

It was pretty much straight to “business” after that, and it only takes Seungkwan one cup of tea and two episodes listening to David Attenborough's dulcet narrations for him to knock right out, leaning heavily against your shoulder on the couch.

Which means it's now the perfect time to sit there and Admire Your Bro™️.

It's rare to see him so still, you think. He's an active guy, in pretty much every sense of the word, and you always feel a little honored when you get to be witness to his quiet, vulnerable moments like this one.

He looks so serene, face smoothed out and painted in soft twirling shades of blue from the screen of the monitor, though you can't see too much of it from this angle. Mostly you just see his cheeks and stupidly adorable button nose.

And you've seen the same thing a million times before — in all kinds of states and expressions — and despite how much you've tried to ignore it, each and every time you've caught yourself noticing just how cute Seungkwan is, it's caused that thing in your heart to scrunch up, full of the L-word feeling that you've kept unnamed for what feels like forever now.

Except, maybe that thing in your heart is tired of scrunching up. Maybe it's decided that it's tired of forever.

Maybe that thing has finally decided to burrow itself out of the walls you've built up because you find yourself finally allowing yourself to think, Holy shit, I think I'm in love with you.

You don't realize that Seungkwan has completely stilled against you, but you certainly notice when he suddenly throws himself forward so he can turn around and stare at you incredulously. Only he overshoots a little bit and ends up falling off the couch with a squawk and a dramatic flail.

"Oh my god, Kwannie are you okay?!"

He stares at you from where he fell, wide-eyed like you've grown a second head or like the time you'd tried to convince him that birds weren't real and actually just a government conspiracy.

"Am— am I okay? No??"

Now it's your turn to move off of the couch, coming down to his level to see if maybe he hurt himself when he fell. "Fuck, okay, did you hit something? Do you need an icepack?"

Seungkwan being Not Okay is maybe one of the worst things that could ever happen in the entire universe and you're trying not to panic as you reach out to check for injuries.

"No, no, stop—" he bats away at your hands and you stop in your motions, now kneeling in front of him. "I'm not hurt!"

Your brain does the cartoonish screech thing as it comes to a halt, and you furrow your brows. "But.. you just said you're not okay?"

"I'm not!" His eyes are still wide in shock, but he also looks confused and maybe a little bit like he's about to cry?

Oh no. If he cries and it's somehow your fault (because it has to somehow be your fault) you think the world might actually end.

"Okay, uh. I am— confused,” you start, sure you must look as lost as you feel. “But, um, what can I do to help?"

He swallows, and a part of you realizes that he's looking at you with an expression you've never seen before. "Did you mean it?"

Knowing that it's significant but not yet knowing why, you maintain eye contact. "Mean what?"

"What you just said."

You blink. "...that I'm confused?"

He shakes his head. "No, before that."

You have a hard time remembering what you just said when you're not sleep-deprived and worried you've just somehow accidentally caused irreparable emotional damage to your best friend. "Uh... when I asked if you were okay?"

"No, fuck," and it's a shock for some reason, hearing him cuss right now. You hear him say much worse things all the time, but you think it might be the way he said it — with a kind of desperate vulnerability that you're not sure you've ever heard from him before.

That thing in your chest twinges and you think maybe you're the one who's gonna start crying.

He says your name like a plea, and then he's on his knees right in front of where you're kneeling on the floor, reaching forward to cup your face in his palms. "You said— Y/n, you said "holy shit I think I'm in love with you.””

Oh.

You're pretty sure your heart falls right out of your ass and bounces across the rug, judging from the way it comes to a dead stop. You blink at him. Full of new and sinking kind of dread, you whisper, "...I said that out loud?"

He laughs, but it's tinged with incredulity and sounds a little too close to a sob for comfort. "Yes! You did!"

And wait, no, your heart is still stuck in your chest, because you can feel it start pounding against your ribcage in double, triple, quadruple time. He must see the fear in your expression, because suddenly his eyes are narrowed in a determined scowl and he growls, "Oh no you don't."

Then you find yourself going down with a yelp as Seungkwan octopuses himself around you, trapping you within the confines of his surprisingly strong arms and legs as he basically tackles you to the floor.

You try and wiggle away even as you know it's useless, and he grits, "Y/n dammit, answer my question."

"Why were you even awake?” You deflect, getting an arm free and trying to give him a wedgie. “You were supposed to be asleep!"

"I was supposed to be asleep?!” He screeches, easily evading your reach and poking your ribs to get you to reflexively pull back your arm. “You're the one who hasn't slept in literal days! And stop avoiding my question!"

"No!" He has you trapped once again, and you resort to licking his arm.

"Oh my god!"

He muffles his scream into your shoulder, long and frustrated, and then he just... goes limp. He loosens his hold and just lets his full body weight kinda crush the parts of you he's ended up lying on and just... lays there.

This is your chance, you know — to wiggle free and escape and run away from your feelings just like you always have.

But, for some reason, you don't — that scrunched-up thing in your chest holds you back. You stay there, lying beneath Seungkwan on the floor of your living room at one-something in the morning, and the two of you just breathe.

"It's okay, you know," he murmurs after a moment, so quiet you barely hear him over David Attenborough still narrating softly in the background. "If you didn't mean it. It's okay."

Holy shit, I think I'm in love with you.

And you realize how easy it would be to play it off, to blame it on the sleep deprivation, the way you blurted it out like that — to say (to lie) you meant it completely platonically, like the way you propose to Mingyu at least once a month when he cooks you all dinner.

And you also realize, quite shockingly, that despite how a part of you still desperately wants to run away, the larger part of you wants to stay. Doesn't want to run. Doesn't want to lie anymore.

You swallow heavily, briefly close your eyes, and take in a deep breath. "And if I did? Mean it?"

This time, you do notice when Seungkwan goes still. Slowly, he lifts his head so he can look you in the eyes.

When he doesn't say anything, just continues to look at you with an unreadable expression, you try to continue.

"Would you— would that— would it be okay? If I meant it? When I— when I said that I'm in love with you? Is— because um, like you said, it's okay if it's not, and uh—"

Your nervous rambling comes to a stop when he once again cups your face, but it's gentler than before, closer to a caress. The whole time you'd been talking he'd been slowly sitting up, and now he's on his knees next to where you're still lying down on the floor, looking down at you like all the hope in the world is somewhere to be found in your expression.

"Y/n." he says your name like it's something precious, and you feel the absurd urge to burst into tears. "It would be very okay." His thumbs make gentle arcs across your cheeks. "And just to be clear: you mean it in a non-platonic sense, right?” He chews on his lip. “Hopefully, in a very much romantic sense?"

Staring at him staring at you, eyes bright with hope and a little bit of wonder... you can only imagine you must be looking at him the same way. Your chest feels like it's full of helium but also like something warm and gooey is sloshing around in there. And all that hope and wonder and holy shit is this actually happening? is causing your tongue to stick to the roof of your mouth, and all you're able to get past your lips is a breathless, "Hopefully?"

"Oh my god," he groans in frustration, but it's light and airy and makes you think of amusement park rides and fairy lights and how you want to annoy the shit out of this man for the rest of his life, if he'll let you. He's shaking his head, smiling, beaming, and he asks, "Why can you never give me any kind of a straight answer, huh?"

"Because it's my life's purpose to be the bane of your existence until the day we die," you say, reaching up to hold his face too. "Also because I've never done anything straight ever in my life."

And then your body is moving before your brain can think it though, dragging him down until you can press your lips to his and finally, finally know what it's like to kiss Boo Seungkwan.

He makes a little noise of surprise, one that you can feel buzz against your lips before he melts into you. And oh, any thoughts you might have had are forcefully ejected from your brain because all you can focus on are his lips pressed to yours, the way they move slowly, gently, turning this chaste kiss into the most scorching experience of your life. His nose bumps against yours and the heat of his warm breath sends tingles throughout your body, and his hands, fuck, his hands are still holding you gently but also with a firmness that feels like he doesn't want to let you go.

And then he's pulling away, and you whine at him because this may be the cruelest thing he's ever done to you ever in your entire life. "Noooooo, why'd you stop?"

"Because, as much as I'd love to continue to make out with you on your floor while an old British man narrates about life on the Serengeti—” he mercifully ignores the way you choke on your spit at the way he talks about making out with you so nonchalantly "—it's past someone's bedtime."

Your mouth drops open in offended shock. Was he actually going to put you to bed like a child? Like you both hadn't just declared your romantic love for each other? "Are you fucking serious?"

He just stands up and crosses his arms, looking down at you with a single raised eyebrow. You take the part of you that finds it annoyingly attractive and promptly smother it, crossing your own arms from your position on the floor.

"I'm not a baby," you definitely don't pout.

"Hmmm...” And then the bastard fucking pouts at you. “But you're my baby."

You blink at him.

"Welp, that was nice while it lasted,” you grunt, rolling to your feet, “but I suddenly need to relocate to Antarctica and become a penguin herder.”

He pulls you into his arms with a laugh, and you let him, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder.

“You know,” he starts after he's held you for a few moments. “This isn't how I ever imagined how us confessing to each other would go.”

You snort.

“But also,” he continues, “it feels very 'us' doesn't it?”

"Yeah,” you murmur, not bothering to lift your head from his shoulder.

“Mmm, is someone finally sleepy?” he teases, starting to waddle you both towards your bedroom. “Did all the emotions finally wear you out?”

Instead of nodding, you lightly kick him in the shin and the sappy part of your brain that is currently in charge of everything thinks that his indignant squawk is one of your most favorite sounds.

The sappy part of your brain is right, of course, and when you wake up in your bed 15 hours later and accidentally smack him in the face, the urge to run is a little bit smaller than it was before. And the way he flushes bright red after you sleepily kiss him on the cheek is an image you're going to cherish until the day you die.

[spirkme915]

Curious minds want to know! You beam down to an ice planet and come back with your inhibitions gone. Don’t worry, the senior staff is handling the ship, so which impulse are you following into hell?

[allystreet-ask-blog]

ALLYSTREET

@/frank._.frankly (on TikTok), and my AU!!

★★This au is a WIP, but can be taken in for questioning with Eddie and Frank, the world, etc!★★

☆What’s it about? 👇☆

-this au is a world where all the characters are in their early or late teens, dealing with some sort of traumatic experience! All characters will or may have different story’s and levels of trauma! (We’ve already decided Howdy has the most trauma.)-

“𝐦𝐞?!“

I’ll be adding refs and such to this pinned post:>

Do: fanart?! Where?! Tag me!! The fanart can be of ships, adding your OC, making lil drawings of scripts or head cannons, or just something wholesome or adorable

Don’t: nsfw of this au.. that should already be known tho..

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Overall lore\plot:

All the welcome-home characters are going through something traumatic in their early or late teens. (Not in the 60s|70s.. may be based in the 2000s)

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Characters:

Frank: very abusive parents (smoking and drinking problems, and has cuts all over his body)

Barnaby: h*ng himself (got tired of his sick parents)

Julie: ptsd (watched her siblings die)

Eddie: ptsd (was in a car accident with his father, and was the only one who made it. He’s actually living a good life, but will have flashbacks, daydream, loose focus easily, etc)

Wally: nothing bad happened to him

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[crystalbeastsquidney]

Average mlm/wlw friendship

🔪don’t tag as ship, they’re gay🔪

[sotwk]

Writers Truth or Dare Ask Game - SotWK Answers

Link to game is HERE,

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

I was in 4th grade and my friends and I really wanted to date the Backstreet Boys. We discovered fanfiction was the most fun way to do it. We would write our lil’ self-insert love stories in notebooks that we would pass around and share. 

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

Pumped Up Pop. I’m a 90s kid and Pop runs deep in me. 

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I don’t think anything can be considered weird for a writer doing research anymore. But one thing I remember working extra hard on was researching how to pilot a jet for a Marvel action fic. That’s why I admire and commiserate with @scyllas-revenge for her helicopter piloting scene in BLCI. 

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? 

Mix of both. Reader Inserts to make others happy, OC fics to make myself happy. 

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

I would write an entire essay explaining this one, but in the SotWK AU, Elvenking Thranduil and Elvenqueen Maereth are metaphorical avatars for the Valar couple Oromë and Vána, and were destined to be such (as they were destined for each other). The qualities they each possess which make them similar to these Valar--Thranduil's strength and skill as a protector/warrior and Maereth's gifts for nurturing and fertility--are what safeguard and sustain Eryn Galen for thousands of years, holding their people fast even against Sauron.

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis 

@talesfuzzy is constantly on my notifs since she likes so many of my posts on a daily basis. She also reblogs some of the best Tolkien content, which I often put into my own queue. We don't really talk, but she's like that friendly person you see on your daily commute whose name you might not know but you smile and nod to each other till they've become a comfortingly reliable part of daily life.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

I would LOVE a thrilling action fic where Thranduil and all five Thranduilion Princes march into battle at the same time and completely crush the enemy because there is possibly no greater or more fearsome fighting team left in Middle-earth. However, such a plot would violate my own AU’s headcanon, because in Thranduil’s family, there is a hard rule that the Thranduilions can never all be fighting in the same battle at once; Thranduil simply refuses to risk his family that way. 

I would hire/nominate/beg @ass-deep-in-demons to write it. If you’ve read her fic, “Under Our Darkening Skies”, you’ll know she’s the top pick for incredible and cinematic battle scenes. 

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing

I find myself reusing a lot of the same lines and expressions, especially when describing character emotions and actions. Sometimes I feel my writing is pedestrian and boring, especially compared to many other writers in the Tolkien fandom who have such eloquent, sophisticated styles and brilliant, creative word choices. I'm quite soppy and sentimental too, but that's just my thing. 

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

Sadly, I have not had a pet since my early 20s. I had plenty of them growing up, though, including my beloved yellow Lab. Once my kids are old enough to share in pet care duties, we are definitely getting a dog. 

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

Talk to me about my Thranduilion Princes, pretty please! (There are many easy ways to be Moots with me, but this is a guarantee and the fastest way!)

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

I am lucky and grateful to have a solid band of supporters, but I want to grab this chance to send a special shout out to @achromaticerebus. She has been a big supporter of my Thranduilion Princes since she discovered them early on, she comments on ALL my Thranduil/Thranduilion stories, she gushes about them to me and with me, and her enthusiasm just keeps me motivated. She is not herself a writer, and it's so rare to find a friend so willing to just be a reader and supporter, when there's really no way to “pay back” her kindness.

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Point out even just one specific detail or line of dialogue and tell me how it made you feel, your thoughts about it, or even ask a follow up question! I am most impressed when a Reader points out an Easter egg or interesting tidbit/headcanon/lore I included. I am over the moon when their comments show they are familiar with my other fics or my SotWK AU as a whole… it means they've really invested in my stuff.

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises?

I enjoy being wholly surprised (good surprises, of course), but I don't like being told “a surprise is coming” and having to then think about it or stress out until its arrival. 

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

A work-related reminder, which is boring. So I'm gonna answer this question by sharing something I wrote in my “Scratch Dump” document that I use for my headcanon drafting: Inscribed on the blade of the sword was Mirion’s personal oath to his people, written in Silvan: “Until my last breath, I will serve.”

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

It’s probably because I’m fairly new to it (and because I enjoy the song/video), but the concept of internet friends Rickrolling each other as a prank seems so funny and wholesome to me.  

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

I made a separate post answering this HERE.

Thank you to all my awesome friends who jumped in to send me these Asks! This was fun and made me feel good about myself as a writer. Love you guys! 

@lady-of-imladris @erathene @unethicallypleistocene @fishing4stars @Hobbitwrangler @quillofspirit @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @niennawept @malzenn @melpomaenofimladris and that one Anon friend!

[racfoam]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Thank you for tagging me @loneamaryllis!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 12 works on AO3!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

435,768 words. Woah.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only Harry Potter.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

not you, not now - Female Harry, Snake Face Voldemort Soulmate Soul Marks AU

be proud - not you, not now AU Voldemort captures Harry in the graveyard

Harry Quits - A One Shot fic where Harry has had enough and leaves the wizarding world.

the v-neck - Harry notices the change in Voldemort’s robe and grieves over the loss of Voldemort’s v-neck. 😭😭 I'm happy to find this got a lot of kudos!

The Capybara Pond of Harrymort & Tomarry Snippets - A work where I put fic ideas and AUs.

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

I always try to respond to comments. I love talking with my readers! 

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

be proud, maybe. I say it's got the angstiest ending because Harry remains trapped with Voldemort.

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

Harry Quits. Harry finally has had enough during the Atrium fight and he announces he is leaving. He ends up opening a flower shop in New York and Voldemort is a frequent visitor and they marry at the end! Just a very happy, short fic!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I recently got a hate comment on not you, not now that ended up failing in its task and made me laugh instead. 😂Otherwise, not at all.

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

I do write smut, but I haven’t officially published any yet. I write dark smut, non-con, dub-con, tender soft smut. I like writing everything.

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

I wrote a crossover with Naruto and Harry Potter where Naruto and the other teens end up in Hogwarts but never published it. This was when I was 17 or sth so take it with a grain of salt.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. Don’t steal writer's fics, or else… 🔪

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet,  but a reader asked my permission to translate not you, not now in Chinese if I remember correctly? Anyway, I hope they tag me so I can see it!

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

I did with an online friend but we haven’t published it.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Harrymort. I prefer Snake Face Voldemort with Harry, but Tomarry & Tomarrymort also shares first place. 

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

Maybe be proud… mostly cus of all the smut scenes I need to write. It's planned for 10 chapters max yet I can't seem to get to writing them... 😔

16. What are your writing strengths?

Descriptions and emotions.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue! Curse you, dialogue!

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

It's cool, especially if you do a pop-up translation.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Officially, Harry Potter.

20. Favourite fics you’ve written?

It has to be not you, not now. I am so proud of the graveyard and everything else. I put my all into this fic, it's the best of my writing and keeps pulling out the best stuff from me. It was my first ever fic and I am so happy so many people like it. I made so many friends with this fic and I am so happy I published it and I love writing it.

I also love be proud because it explores what would have happened had Voldemort managed to capture Harry on the graveyard.

Tagging @limonium-anemos @cindle-writes @mayfriend @isalisewrites @mosiva @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger @mishqua @shouldertallabyss @maidenwychelm @purplewitch156 @ginnruin @skaelds @latteloves @duplicitywrites @mrmxlemons @itsevanffs @cannibalinc @monsieurclavier @liquidluckandstuff @aglassroseneverfades @cordeliawrites @pinktom and whoever wants to join!

[doe-rose-q]

March 2, 2024: Happy STILLiversary!

🐞🐍🔪🏌🏾‍♂️🧟‍♂️🧟‍♀️🧟🍑🥃🥃🏚️💵🔥🖕🏻🖕🏼

10 years ago today, my very favorite episode of THE WALKING DEAD first aired—Season 4’s “Still.” It’s widely known in the fandom as “the Beth and Daryl episode.” 💘💘

The Bethyl ship had officially launched in the first episode of THE WALKING DEAD’s season 4—“30 Days Without An Accident”—when Beth Greene hugged Daryl Dixon during a tender moment shared while they were in her prison cell. But “Still”—the 12th episode of that season—remains the most significant in their relationship timeline because it’s when they truly begin to mutually understand and appreciate each other. It’s also important because it was the first ever “bottle episode” of TWD—meaning that it focused on only 2 characters’ shared story throughout Its entirety. Emily Kinney and Norman Reedus absolutely shine in their acting in “Still.” And their chemistry is so compelling, electric, and romantic! 💞

I created this Bethyl edit to not only commemorate this special anniversary, but to also bring Daryl and Beth into the Barbiecore era of 2024.🩷

Notice the price tag of this Beth & Daryl doll duo is the original air date of “Still”: 3/2/14. 😉

The Beth Greene and Daryl Dixon packaged dolls in this pic are actually the McFarlane Toys action figures. It’s a photo of my own Beth & Daryl figures that I took several years ago. They are dressed in the outfits they wore in the “Alone” episode—the next one after “Still.” Also, the photos of Beth and Daryl that I used on the “packaging” are from “Alone” along with Beth’s line of dialogue—“Don’t you think that’s beautiful?” 👱🏻‍♀️💚

So in a way, my post and edit here honor both of these beautiful episodes that feature this couple that I STILL ship so hard… 😍🥰😌

Beth + Daryl! 📗🏹

Beth and Daryl forever!!! 🐞♥️🐍

[betterthanbatman1]

Brothers!!

[its-stimsca]

JSchlatt and Ted Nivison stimboard

(This is not a ship, don’t tag as such)

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[l-ecter]

🔪 indie, low activity roleplay blog for Hannibal Lecter based off nbc's Hannibal with movie influences. follows back from @rhaigal

🔪 don't rush with replying, we all have lives so don’t feel stressed that you need to reply this instant. I am generally a slow writer. mainly prefer two / three paragraphs but will adapt to the partner’s length

🔪 willing to roleplay with any fandom. this blog is oc, canon, crossover and duplicate friendly, memes, questions, prompts, random chats all the way!

🔪 please no godmodding and do confirm with me before your muse “attacks” mine so appropriate action will be played out on my part

🔪 don't assume your muse knows Hannibal. being cocky or mean purposefully all the time will result me dropping the thread or ending it with Hannibal simply killing your muse and serving them to his guests, he doesn't give a fuck

🔪 this blog will be dark and weird. I will tag triggers e.g. tw; blood, tw; violence etc. I don’t have triggers (just don’t call my muse daddy pls) please do let me know if you have any triggers etc.

🔪 mun and muse are both of legal age. DO NOT interact with me or Hannibal if you’re under age. Age gap threads will have to be plotted in advance, absolutely no under-age age gap!

🔪 no force ship, we ship chemistry but be warned I do love to ship and ship hard

> I don't really ship Hannixgram. this particular ship will have to be discussed

🔪 nsfw and smut material is will be present, you have been warned (e.g. imagery, gifs and written) nsfw tag is #close your eyes; nsfw. I haven’t written smut in a while so for the time being I prefer things to fade into darkness

🔪 I don’t mind if you reblog memes from me as sometimes original links don’t work. no stress, reblog that shit

🔪 if you have mad, random ideas just shoot us a starter or im, honestly you aren’t a bother. I’m always happy to hear new ideas

🔪 here to have a good time so don’t drag us into drama please. send me a knife emoji if you have read these or don't, whatever. if there is something I posted or said please have some decency to come to me but pls don’t give me shit.

Thanks for reading this 🔪🩸

[devil-doll13]

Slasher OC Ask Game!

I’ve wanted to do a little game on here for a while now and I love doing these little ask games so I thought why not do both? This is one more catered for slasher/horror OCs so just about all of the questions here refer to that!

Tagging anyone I know with slasher OCs, but dw if you don’t want to: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @soupbabe, @probably-a-plant-thing, @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better, @solmints-messyocdiary, @bluecoolr, @shonkgobonk, and anyone else who would like to participate!

Rules: Just reblog this and accept questions from anyone who asks, very simple lol.

Questions:

🔪 - Do they have a preferred weapon or means of killing? Or will they just use anything?

❔- Is there any specific reason why your OC became a murderer/slasher? Is there a trigger for their killings?

⏱️ - Do they prefer a specific time? Day or night?

🩸 - Do they tend to get bloody/messy or stay clean? Are they squeamish or do they enjoy gore?

🏆 - Does your OC keep trophies/mementos or similar of their past victims? If so, what and why?

⛈️ - Are they more rational and logical about killing? Or are they impulsive and hot-headed? Both?

😳 - Has your OC ever totally embarrassed themselves or been really clumsy in the process of killing? How?

⛑️ - How good is your OC at patching up their wounds? Do they get hurt often or are they good at staying unharmed?

🔎 - Do they stalk their prey first, or do they just go for it? Do they establish a relationship first? Do they do kidnappings?

👥 - Would they like a partner in crime, or do they prefer to do things on their own? If they do have one, who is it?

🎭 - Are they loved or hated by the public? Neutral? Do they live solitary lives, or do they blend in with the normal population? Do they lead a double life? Have a ‘day job?’

��� - If your OC led a ‘normal’ life, what would it be like? Would anything be different? And if so, why?

👹 - Is your OC more on the sadistic side/do they like to drag things out with torture, or are they quick and efficient?

🕵️‍♂️ - Are they careful with handling evidence/cleanups? How do they dispose of bodies?

👁️ - Have they ever been caught in the act/seen killing? Did they kill the witness(es), or do they keep your OC’s secret?

😓 - What was the most difficult victim your OC ever had? Did they have a tough fight? Did your OC get hurt/injured?

🪞- Are they in any way similar to a canon/popular slasher? Or directly based off one? If so, what one(s)?

👯 - What canon/popular slasher do you think they would have the most interesting dynamic with, positive or otherwise? Do you ship them at all? Or would they be mortal enemies?

🎃 - What do you personally believe is most frightening about your OC? Are they scary in-universe or in a more meta way?

⚖️ - If your OC was charged for their crimes, what would their sentence be? Are there any relatively minor or silly charges on there, like jaywalking?

💀 - If they were to be killed by a final girl/boy/person, what would be a fitting end for them, symbolically?

🥩 - Would your OC eat someone if they had to? Are they already a cannibal? If so, why?

👀 - What is their style/aesthetic? Do they serve looks in-universe?

🧓 - Do you think they would ever ‘retire,’ or will they keep on slashin’ until they’re in the retirement home, Peepaw Myers style?

🐈‍⬛ - Do you associate an animal with your slasher OC? What one? Or multiple? And why? Is it related to their killing methods?

🎶 - What would be their definitive theme song?

🎬 - If your OC was in a horror movie, what kind would it be? Supernatural? Psychological? Grindhouse?

⏳ - Do you have any alternate timelines/versions of them?

😔 - Does your OC feel guilt about killing or are they completely uncaring? A bit of both?

🥺 - Do you believe your OC is evil for their actions, or do you think they are justified/have my poor little meow meow status?

🤔 - Does your OC believe that they are justified/in the right? Do they have their own moral code? If so, what is it?

😇 - What is the nicest thing they have ever done?

😈 - What is the most evil thing they have ever done?

👎 - What is their hard limit in terms of morality?

🃏 - A random headcanon for your OC

[hiseternalmayfly]

Pinned Post! 💞(Updated!)

Hi! I’m Ember. 25. She/They. I follow/interact from @ceyonicember​

My self ship side blog where I do not shut up about my three main F/O's: Vash, Knives and Raiden Ei.

More details below the cut! :) Take a look before following!

BYF/DNI:

Do not follow me if you’re a pro shipper or support it. It’s...a simple request really.

Do not interact if you ship plant//cest (Kni.ves x Va.sh), yes they are both my F/O's but I love them separately. They are brothers. End of story.

You know the usual, I don’t wanna talk/interact with MAPs, homophobes and anything of that sort.

Minors are welcome! Let this be a safe space for you. This blog stays mostly SFW. Anything NSFW will be tagged as such so please feel free to block that tag! (tag: NSFW)

I am not comfortable sharing Vash, however it's still perfectly OK for you to follow/interact if you do ship with him! I request that you tag all posts as #ember dont look if you do. .

Main F/O's:

Vash the Stampede (Trigun) | Tag: ✌ (or) Love and Peace

Millions Knives (Trigun) | Tag: 🔪

Raiden Shogun/Ei (Genshin Impact) | Tag: ⚡(or) Her Excellency

Fictional Crushes:

These are different from F/O's in that I find them attractive but do not feel "relationship" like feelings towards, or they were previous F/O's who I feel not as strongly attracted to anymore.

Yae Miko (Genshin Impact) | Tag: 🦊(or) Nothing Lasts Forever

Tighnari (Genshin Impact) | Tag: 🌳

Corrin (Fire Emblem: Fates) | Tag: 🐲(or) This Ends Now

Shenhe (Genshin Impact) | Tag: 🦢

Kaedehara Kazuha (Genshin Impact) | Tag: 🍁

Sangonomiya Kokomi (Genshin Impact) | Tag: 🐟

Yoimiya (Genshin Impact) | Tag: 🎇

Kamisato Ayaka (Genshin Impact) | Tag: ❄

Mercy (Overwatch) | Tag: 😇

Jason Todd (Batman) | Tag: 🎭

Cloud (FF7) | Tag: ⚔

Kayn (League of Legends) | Tag: 👿

Genji (Overwatch) | Tag: 🤖

Platonic F/O's and Comfort Characters:

Shiver (Splatoon 3)

Pearl (Splatoon 2)

Maka Albarn (Soul Eater)

Tae Yamada (Zombieland Saga)

SF-A2 MIKI (Vocaloid)

Nozomi Tojo (Love Live!)

Big Man (Splatoon 3)

Frye (Splatoon 3)

Family F/O's:

Klee [Daughter] (Genshin Impact)

Yao Yao [Daughter] (Genshin Impact)

Zhongli [Father| (Genshin Impact)

Elise [Daughter] (Fire Emblem: Fates)

Sakura [Daughter] (Fire Emblem: Fates)

Bruce Wayne/Batman [Father] (Batman)

Self insert's name is Seven! When referring to her, I speak entirely in third person due to my own comfort levels. Anything about her is simply tagged as "Seven"

Thank you so much for taking the time to read! It's ok to Like/RB this post and I would love to have more self shipper mutuals! Please don't hesitate to interact :)

Dividers by @/saradika

[herhoneybunny]

introduction🦝

silly little blog for my silly little yearnings about my silly little fictional women.

you can call me elle, i’m over 21 and use she/her and i’m a lesbian. love batman/dc, supernatural, spooky/horror stuff, doctor who, and more. list of my main comfort characters here!

this will be sfw only and will at times include age regression things as i experience this due to trauma. all mentions of that will be tagged though so it should be easily avoidable if it’s not your thing :)

alt is herneedybunny for the spicy yearn posts but PLEASE no minors!!!

tags & dni under the cut

tags:

general

honeybunny speaks — basically just me chatting 🦝 little bunny — all the regression stuff so you can avoid if you want :)

ships

🔮 got a black magic woman — rowena macleod 🐇 a witch and her babybun — cg!rowena posts only ☂️ hey missy you're so fine — missy 🔪 cupcakes and butterfly knives — miranda croft 💉 a midnight medication — asa | nightmare nurse

dni:

i’m pretty easy going, so like. if you’re not a piece of shit, you’re probably fine. curating this to be a safe place so i’m not gonna be involved in any drama or anything, but i will be using the block button liberally if i see things i don’t like (bigotry, objectively weird shit, that kinda thing).