#found family gotta be one of my favorite genders

[aceinacloset]

More CB and Liz doodles, this time featuring the funtimes.

An Au concept where afton injects Elizabeth's Remnant into a bidybab model, she is, uh less then thrilled about it.

Elizabeth's two moods

Liz adopts the funtimes as her new family

Some ideas of forms my Elizabeth takes

Ft. Foxy's interactions with CB and Liz

CB being hypervigilant to the point it is scary and concerning

Ft. Freddy and Ballora giving Liz some much needed hugs.

[in1-nutshell]

So sorry about the requests getting deleted but I hope this reaches you well!!

Mtmte/LL

Whirl + (Gender neutral) Cybertronian reader

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So this is based off the Christmas special of when whirl found a colony of scraplets that took the shape of a protoform.

Whirl and reader have been conjux endura for a long time now(don’t ask how no one knows), always there for one another cause god knows whirl needs it. And after the events of them finding the colony of scraplets they obviously decide to secretly raise it without anyone knowing!

They both raise the scraplets that they now both consider their very own sparkling. And it even takes the physical features not just from whirl but from the reader too, making the attachment to her even greater<33 and just all in all the miscellaneous first time parenting moments of whirl and his conjux leading up to all the way to the scene with getaway in the end.

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Reading the special really makes whirl look like such a mom it’s adorable and I love him🥰

Take care of yourself and hope you have a great day!!

That Christmas comic has to be one of my favorites to read.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy being Conjunx with Whirl and taking care of scraplets

SFW, Platonic, Romance, Familial, Mention of injuries, Cybertronian reader

MTMTE

Buddy had stayed by Whirl’s side longer than most bots would have.

Many bots questioned many things about their relationship, but Whirl liked to keep them on edge and never told them the truth.

Buddy was probably one of the loyal and most stubborn bots anyone would have ever met.

Some of the things that Whirl had fallen for.

At Swerve’s… Whirl: “Move it Eyebrows! Buddy gotta sit! Whirl tries to push Rung out of the way but gets stopped by Buddy who has an unamused face. Buddy: “Whirl, we’ve talked about this.” Whirl: “But you need to sit, you said it yourself!” Buddy: “I said my pedes ached a bit—” Whirl suddenly picks Buddy up like a sack. Buddy laughing a bit: “Whirl! Put me down!” Whirl: “I’ll put you down, don’t get your bolts twisted.” Buddy huffs and smiles at Rung. Rung just smiles and waves. CLANK! Buddy: “Whirl!” Whirl: “What?” Buddy: “Why?!” Whirl: “How do you NOT expect me to touch that shiny metal—” Buddy covering their face with their servos: “That’s enough Whirl!” Whirl: “Bet you hate me!” Buddy in a  muffled voice: “Love you too.” Somewhere on the Lost Light… Magnus suddenly straightens his back struts even more. Rodimus putting away his data pad doodle: “Mags?” Magnus: “First, don’t call me that. Second, someone just broke a rule…”

The night the ship was to go into mauler space, Whirl had promised Buddy he was just going to get a quick drink with Nautica and Swerve before going into the B.E.D.

But when they woke up from their sleep, they were greeted with a frantic Swerve spouting about Whirl and scraplets.

They were running to the medbay before Swerve could finish any of his rambling.

They tackled Whirl onto the med slab and hit him upside down the helm when they heard what he did with the scraplets.

But they defiantly saw why their Conjunx did what he did.

They peaked at the container and saw a little sparkling with some of Whirl and their features.

Then Velocity mentioned about disposing them later that night.

Whirl and Buddy heading back to their habsuite. Whirl: “There goes another bot I care for gone.” Buddy: “Whirl you’re still on the pain killer’s.” Whirl: “Yeah… maybe it’s the meds… but don’t you ever—nevermind.” Buddy: “What?” Whirl: “Its something dumb…” Buddy putting Whirl on the berth and carefully cupping his helm. Buddy softly: “What?” Whirl: “… Do you ever want to start a family? I know its nuts to think me as a father figure or something but—” Buddy: “Its okay to think that Whirl… I need to go outside for a minute. I’ll be right back.” Later… Buddy carefully opens and closes the door holding something. Whirl sitting up. Whirl: “Finally! Thought you’d ru—what is that?” Buddy sheepishly smiles and holds up the container of scraplets. Buddy: “Meet Junior.”

It took some time for the pair to finally properly train Junior, but by Primus it was worth it.

It surprises the pair to no end that NO ONE had figured out they were harboring the scraplets.

Buddy and Whirl made sure to keep an optic out for any loose ends that could lead to Junior.

Junior soon started showing signs of Whirl and Buddy’s physical features.

When part of the crew went down to necro world, Buddy insisted on staying behind

Something wasn’t right and they wanted to be there for Junior in case something happened.

Whirl reluctantly agreed.

Buddy was slightly terrified when Getaway started talking on the intercom about mutiny.

They marched straight to Getaway while he was transmitting the call with blasters in their servos.

On Necroworld the bots suddenly heard shots being fired and buddy with fury in their optics tackling Getaway

Whirl, while low key worried for Buddy, was cheering them on to take him

The crew could see the struggle and fight going in Buddy’s favor.

That was until an arrow suddenly appeared in Buddy’s mid-section.

Whirl screamed as they went down revealing Atomizer behind them.

Getaway quickly ordered Atomizer to take the back halls and throw them in their habsuite.

Rodimus was borderline smoking at one of his crewmates dying trying to get the rat.

Whirl being furious was an understatement.

He promised himself that he was going to make sure that Getaway suffered once he got his claws on him.

Back on the Lost Light…

Atomizer had carelessly tossed Buddy’s frame in the room and locked the door behind him.

Junior was startled at the sight of their parent not moving.

They became increasingly worried the longer they didn’t move and the small energon puddle forming.

They had plenty of metal to eat before having to resort to…

Junior carefully dragged Buddy to a side in the room that was clean.

She carefully ate away the arrow and slapped one of the temporary sticky patches on the wound.

Time skip to Getaway finally offline…

Junior was quite insistent in getting Whirl to the room as fast as possible.

Whirl’s pedes nearly gave out from underneath him when he saw the still frame.

Whirl stumbling over his pedes to reach Buddy. He shakingly reaches for them, nudging them a bit. They don’t move. Whirl shut his optic and let Ratchet drag him away from them while First Aid went to check on the frame. First Aid’s helm suddenly went up. First Aid: “Ratchet! Ratchet!” Ratchet quickly gets to First Aid’ side. Ratchet: “By Primus, Whirl! Your beautiful, stubborn Conjunx is still online! Barely but there’s a spark beat!” Whirl immediately got to his pedes with Junior and went outside: “OUT OF THE WAY! MEDICS INCOMING! MOVE IT OR I WILL SIC JUNIOR ON YOU!”

It took many weeks of recovery and physical therapy before Buddy was once again back on their pedes chasing after their Conjunx.

Well, now chasing their Conjunx and newly adopted sparkling.

Minimus had even officially sealed the adoption pads as a gift to the new parents.

Whirl was so happy he didn’t commit a felony for 2 weeks.

[dearest-painter]

My beautiful child! PT.1

Summary: Mile’s has a younger sibling who isn’t…human to say. Their a demon who cannot go into the sunlight,his parents knows and make them do online school. When he an his siblings go to a place where all the spider people are at…they decided they want a new child and Y/N is perfect material for them!

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,Reader is Nezuko,Reader is Miles’s younger sibling,Reader can talk they just make Miles say stuff or make him translate their muffled words,very out of character characters,this is a series,Reader wears the same muzzle as Nezuko,Reader is not a spider-person,Reader wears skirts and oversized hoodies with leggings because they can get hurt by the sun touching their skin but they still have no gender,The whole family knows about Reader being a demon and having to wear clothes to not allow the sun to touch them,people might be out of character,tell me if I need to add more

PT.2

Currently your sitting with your brother patting his head with your hand covered by your sleeve. He just chuckled even if he was tired you always made him happy. Just not to long ago you and your brother was cashed down by so many people and now here you to are hiding from them all until you two find a way back home. Miles held you close to his chest sorta scared and trying to protect you from everyone as your his little sibling, he’s got to protect you!

You just smiled or the best you could with your muzzle on as it stops you from biting people. You knew your brother was Spider-Man as you watched him get bit as you go everywhere with him or almost everywhere. Miles sighed a bit sad as he looked down at you, you were oblivious to much things but this place isn’t where neither of you need to be. “I promise Y/N, I’ll get us home, you can trust me with that. We’ll see mom and dad again, we’ll even visit uncle Aaron’s grave again when we get back home.” “Mmmmmhm!” “Yes yes I’ll get you your favorite dessert as well!” “Mmmhmmm!” Miles chuckled at your muffled happiness, he learnt how to understand you.

Soon Gwen and Peter B found you to, Miles put you behind him as he didn’t want you to get hurt. You were confused so you peaked from behind him. “Miles we just wanna talk” “Hell no! Me and Y/N are stuck here trying to go home and you wanna talk!? That’s bullshit!” It was obvious Miles was more pissed then ever since they got you involved with this mess. Peter B sighed while Mayday giggled and escaped her baby capture thingy as she crawled to you. “Look kid, we didn’t know that was going to happen” “And you just let him chase me!? No not just me, chase me and Y/N!? We shouldn’t be here that’s obvious but yet no one wants us to leave!”

Gwen watched as you and mayday played with each other, it was cute. She always found you a bit cute because you followed Miles like a loss puppy and your clothes just added more personality to you. Miles sighed. “Why do we gotta be here? We didn’t do anything wrong…” looking at your brother you Pat his head again and mayday copied you making Miles chuckle. “Your good with kids Y/N” you just nodded at Peter B’s words, what was there to say to him? It was obvious this was gonna be a long day and week so your ready to have your trust broken by many people soon.

[fennecfics-the-simp-king]

Cuphead Show! King Dice & Devil x Reader preferences (romantic):

Heyyyy I’m gonna be posting more x Reader stuff here. Also some words are censored because Tumblr is a meanie and won’t let me swear in my fanfiction-

The gender for (Y/n) is vague, but it does have menstrual cycle preferences mixed in, along with some talk about these two respecting pronouns and that jazz so, yeah.

Hope it’s a fun read, I might post more of these guys.

Being in a (romantic) relationship with The Devil would include:

• It’s actually hard for him to fall in love or even trust others, so it’ll take a while for him to say “I love you”.

• Though the first time he’ll ever say “I love you” (most likely after a few months of you two dating) it is immediately followed by a scrunch of the face and him going. “That was… strange..” 

• He forces you to live in Hell with him, and only lets you visit Earth on special occasions. Family stuff, friends, but other than that YOU’RE STAYING!!

• He’s so dramatic whenever he has to cut his nails. He’ll run away from you, or hide. Once, while trying to find him to cut his nails, you found him on the ceiling.

• Despite hating his nails being cut, he will literally beg you to paint his nails. He won't just do one color though, he likes to change it up a bit. Sometimes he'll ask for grey, gold, red, but he loves the black nail polish!

• Whenever he has to do stuff that he doesn’t want to do, he tries to argue that he’s the devil and because of that, you can’t tell him what to do.

• One of his favorite activities is burning bibles, so...you have to deal with being woken up to the smell of smoke at 3AM.

• He's still not fond with current technology, but he does seem to enjoy Netflix.

• Devil giving you weird pet names: Darlin', succub!tch, shmoopie, baby-cakes, cow-pie, and tortoise-pigeon (Being the main nickname).

• If you ever need to practice your makeup on someone, Devil won't mind. He likes how it makes him look.

• Surprisingly enough, this guy brushes his teeth regularly. He got them pearly whites. That, and he doesn't want to loose his sharp teeth, they're his favorite, apparently they make him look intimidating.

• Devil is a man of art, very therapeutic for him. He loves to paint, sometimes he’ll want you to pose for him. And he's actually quite quick when it comes to painting.

• Both you and Henchmen helping him whenever he basically gets electrocuted by the sweater. The two of you are practically the only people he trusts, with Dice being the third.

• He doesn't care what gender you are, or if you're trans. If you're still you, and if you're not lying about anything, he won't care. Along with that he also doesn’t KNOW anything about that stuff, so you probably gotta help if you want him to understand.

• Even though he's the devil, he would never want you to feel bad about yourself. He loves you unconditionally, he would kill anyone who makes you feel that way, steal their soul, eat it, then spit it back out ‘cause it’s clearly rotten!

• If you go through the menstrual cycle and are having bad cramps, he gets very…awkward. He’s not very affectionate with others so he has no idea how to comfort people. He’ll most likely just have some of his little demons looking after you for a few days.

• He tries to use correct pronouns, he mostly slips up though, and he won't realize. You just have to be there to correct him for him to actually notice.

Random example:

(He's showing you to someone)

"Yeah, she's really adorable, isn't she?"

"It's 'they'.”

"...AHHH!" *frustrated demon noises*

• He’s not frustrated at you or the fact you use different pronouns, he’s frustrated at himself for not doing it right. So don’t worry.

Being in a relationship with King Dice would include:

• Probably says “I love you” way too fast, and by that I mean on the first date. 

• If you wear makeup he’ll experiment with it whenever you’re asleep. (The masculine urge to wear your partner’s makeup)

• One of his favorite parts of your body happens to be your hands. He loves how perfectly they fit into his. Sometimes he’ll preform a type of show using his hand and your hand as the actors.

• If you go sit in the audience him during Roll The Dice. He'll immediately see you in the crowd and blush for the rest of the show.

• When he knows you're in the audience, he'll say this while announcing to everyone: "Ladies and gentlemen! ..and (Y/n).." (he'll whisper your name under his breath, but loud enough for the microphone to pick it up.)

• King Dice ALSO giving you some (semi)weird pet names: Darling, fuzzy dice, you adorable gambler, my wild card, little poker, and pumpkin.

• The personification of drama. 

• Has a lot of gossip and info on the other famous people of Inkwell. Will tell you this gossip. You will listen. You have no choice-

• This man may seem like he knows how to do shit on his own, but he actually needs help with most things. Such as you having to help with this man's bow-tie every morning, because he just cannot figure it out for the life of him.

• Perfectionist, such a damn perfectionist. He won't go on with his day without him looking perfectly chipper, and he also spends hours in the shower. Really making sure to run up those water bills.

• A little sensitive about his age. If you ask him about it, he’ll say "that's not important" which is an oddly a creepy answer-

• If you wake up early, you'll find Dice in the bathroom just looking at himself in the mirror with a blank stare. If you actually enter the bathroom, he'll be so terrified that he jumps INTO the shower and closes the curtain to hide himself.

• He's mostly insecure about his pips, or dots. He knows he's getting old, because his color is fading. So...he buys lipstick to cover the faded coloring. But you smudged it once while he was kissing you, and he reacted like he was dying.

• He fiddles with his mustache when he's nervous and yet hates if tell him it makes him look like a villain.

• Much like his boss, if you go through the menstrual cycle he gets ungracefully awkward. But he tries to be very casual about it, despite his awkwardness being obvious as hell.

• “Oh, it’s that week?” Silent for a second. “Do you need me to get you anything or ..no?”

• Will buy you everything you need. And since stuff like tampons were fairly new in the 1930s and therefore most likely a tad expensive, thankfully he does have the money for it.

• If reminded, will carry some on him for you. If reminded that is, I’m putting emphasis on “IF REMINDED” for a f—king reason! Guy’s on autopilot all day, he’s famous but also has pretty much everything done for him, and so he doesn’t have to think about much.

• If not reminded he will completely forget and therefore freak the hell out if asked if for some.

• Like The Devil, he has no idea what being Non-binary means, or Bisexual, or anything related to that. I’m not saying he’s straight….He’s not, he just doesn’t know there are words for stuff like that other than ‘homosexual’ and a few other words I can’t mention-

• So, he'll mess up a few times when trying to use the correct pronouns, except he'll correct himself very VERY quickly. 

• "He- THEY.. are my partner. I said they, of course I did. I would never say anything other than they.” Silence for a few seconds before then saying in a much more serious tone: “I said they.”

• He cares. He’s just stupid/j

[therealnightcity]

[Subject Interview: Hiro]

Tagged by @arcandoria, thank you!!! 💕💕

NICKNAME: How do you know Hiro isn't one? Just fucking with you, that is my name. I got a lot of them, depends on who you ask. Could give me one and might even respond to it, f'you ask nicely.

GENDER: Male.

STAR SIGN: I don't know? Misty said I seemed like a Scorpio whatever that's supposed to mean, so gonna go with that if someone asks.

HEIGHT: 5'4 and a half

ORIENTATION: Why, you interested? Swing both ways 😘

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Japanese-American. Don't know any of my family, and frankly if they're anything like my parents were, not missing much.

FAVE FRUIT: Do I gotta pick one? I like most of them but if you want my favorite, it's mangos. Found one in some Corp's fruit bowl once and fuck it was good. (what? a guy gets hungry on a gig, and it's not like he was gonna miss it.)

FAVE SEASON: I like summer--the hotter the better--if you've got it why not show it off? (also it's fucking Night City, you get hot and you get less hot. Still haven't seen snow.)

FAVE FLOWER: I like dandelions. They somehow managed to survive in the city, and they're prettier than the cockroaches. Personally I'd be fine if they replaced the former.

FAVE SCENT: Brewing coffee, and the musty smell of a leather jacket

COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE: On that note, coffee. Or hot chocolate, both are good. I'll drink tea but I'm not gonna be happy about it. It just tastes like grass.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Hahahaha that's a good one

DOG OR CAT PERSON: Cats. Dogs are just loud, and I don't know about you, but fuck paying pet tax on them. At least the cats are easier to hide.

DREAM TRIP: Anywhere outside the city. It's not like I'm rolling in the eddies or the chances to travel. If I had the choice, somewhere cold. With a lot of trees. There isn't much of either here.

FAVE FICTIONAL CHARACTER: Uhhhh--I don't know. There's a lot of them. I always really liked Kaneda from Akira. It's a comfort movie for me.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS THEY SLEEP WITH: As many as possible. If I sleep with my head under them I almost can't hear the cats wrecking my apartment.

RANDOM FACT: About me, or just in general? I can tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue? I'm left handed, anddddd my favorite food is red bean buns. There, that's three.

Tagging: @shinycorvidae, @dreamskug, @a-pirate, @wraithsoutlaws , @ghostoffuturespast, @pinkyjulien, @ouroboros-hideout, @genocidalfetus, @kharonion, @sammysilverdyne, @elvenbeard, @jaymber, @chevvy-yates, @morganlefaye79 @dustymagpie, @oceanlilo, @pinkydude, @lokiina and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it! (not sure who has and hasn't been tagged yet)

[stellawolfearts]

Aight it's been a long hit minute since I sent ya anything (hi hello bye the bye)

Top five favorite facts/bits of lore/ HCs (can be yours or others head canons) of nezha 😁

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ooooh top five facts/bits of lore/ HCs about Nezha. this is gonna be fun~

Powers

youd never guess. but when i first watched through LMK i didnt care for Nezha. not rlly. I always thought he was cool and had a nice design but I didnt really care much for him. But i ALWAYS thought his powers and abilitys were so cool. maybe its my bias for pink characters and powers (i also have a bias for blue) but when i needed a character to do some fighting in my fic i snatched Nezha. and ever since i started writing him i couldnt stop. So honestly i gotta put his cool lookin powers as #1 since its what initially hooked me onto his character. both canon and other power HC's i have.

2. His personality PSA: Im not saying any of this is canon. these are my headcanons.

I love canon Nezha dont get me wrong, but im a little biased to my headcanons. well- more then a little XP. I ADORE sassy traumatized fucked up little guys. LMK Nezha is already sassy as hell, as he should be. he's soooooo traumatized if you read into his mythology. and he's also so POWERFUL.

it's just something about characters who are mainly known for being powerful and unstoppable. a force to be reckoned with. but eventually it's revealed this 'unstopable persona' is actually just a mask they've built. They are no doubt very powerful. but one of the reasons people are so scared of them is bc they've built the reputation so no one hurts them anymore. Nearly always on the defensive and holding their emotions inside so thy don't get hurt anymore. But like we saw in the s3 special with MK can still be gentle and kind.

not only that, but needs that kind of kindness and acceptance in his life. Needs a family that will accept all aspects of him. The good and the bad.

TS Nezha is a hurt kid. Traumatized and honestly kinda lonely. Because there's very few people that know the real him. Even if he trusts other people, there's no guarantee that they will accept the real him without the mask he's created. Kin moment.

that and the fact its very easy to shove him into a found family.

also Autism representation in my HC's. I'm Autistic, and some of his traits are just me projecting my Autism onto him.

3. His white hair.

My favorite lore bit about Nezha is not something a lot of people know about him. In the translation of Investiture of the Gods I own it says he was born with white hair.

Chapter 12 - The birth of Nezha

However, as Yin had a strange dream one night, she suddenly gave birth to this strange child the following morning. With maidens rushing about saying that a demon was present in Yin's chambers, Li Jing immediately rushed forth into her room and cleaved in two a strange fleshy ball that rolled to and fro across the floor. Within the ball emerged a small young child with hair as white as snow with a gleaming golden bracelet on his right wrist.

I have implemented this in my Tangled Star AU but how is spoilers >:3

all im saying is TSNezha and TSMac have something in common~ but thats already saying too much >:3

4. His Design Theres a reason ive only minorly changed his design in my headcanons. Overall i ADORE it. Again im probably biased because of all the pink but I love characters like him. He's got some traditionaly feminine design choices. at least traditionally in the west (Pink, Long hair, the bottom of his armor looks like a skirt). It's very gender. and he's just cute overall. his design is so much fun to draw and my version is even more fun.

Honestly. The guys got my gender. Masc, but confident in wearing some feminine things. He just seems like the kind of guy who'd like wearing dresses and keeping his hair long, but still masc nonetheless. Breaking gender norms as he should.

5. His dynamics with other characters.

I love writing him interacting with other characters. He just clashes so well with the other characters when i write him in my AU's. both positively and negatively. I love writing him in angst, i love writing him in fluff. I just. love putting this guy into situations XD.

his relationship with his found family in tangled star is SO MUCH FUN to write. traumatized little guy who trusts no one but the people he's closest with. and even they are still getting him to open up.

thats...honestly the best way i can describe my top five things about nezha. its hard to explain why i like him and i was just tempted to write

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So be happy you got that much out of me. sorry it got so long but once i start ranting i cant stop. XD

[liz-allyn]

heat of the moment, pt 5 - 10,000 ways to die [tasm!peter x reader x groundhog day au]

summary: nothing is more dangerous than hope. angst; fluff; humor; final destination vibes; and yes this is in tribute to my favorite episode of television ever written - "mystery spot"

words: 4.6k

warnings: death. a lot of it. repeatedly. in this chapter: tw discussion of death, self h*rm, and su*cide, Please see end of chapter for a spoiler-y summary.

a/n - damn it, i did it again didn't i? okay, so this is the penultimate chapter. i promise. sorry.

TW: This chapter features graphic discussion of death, self-h*rm, and su*cide. Please see the end for a summary. Reader discretion is advised.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6.

Impaled by a hedge trimmer.

“It was the HEEAT OF THE MOMENT…”

Air-fried by hot oil from a turkey fryer. 

“Tellin’ me. what. my. HEART meant…”

Bitten by a venomous, illegally-smuggled pet snake.

“It was the HEAT OF THE MOMENT…

Showed in your EYEEEES…”

E.Coli from a salad.

“…HEAT of the MOMENT...”

The memories of these past Tuesdays would pop in your mind unexpectedly. They’d pass like shooting stars. It used to be extremely distracting. Distressing. But you learned to adapt.

Hit in the head by a foul baseball.

“…HEAT of the MOMENT...”

Dissected by a slow-moving, ascending elevator, whose safety system failed to open the doors when you’d become trapped.

“…HEAT of the MOMENT...”

You’d had more near-death experiences than you could possibly count. Of course it would result in some kind of PTSD. It made you more observant, more diligent. Maybe in a different life you would’ve made a great safety inspector.

Struck by a falling brick.

“…HEAT…”

Struck by a falling turtle dropped by a red-tailed hawk.

“…of the…”

Struck by a flying horseshoe from an angry carriage horse.

“…MOMENT.”

“The HEEEAT of the MOMENT…”

“Showed in your EYEEEESEEEEEEEEEEES”

Death was a part of you now. It was an old friend. Tuesdays were your family estate.

Sucked into a jet engine.

Impaled by an outdoor umbrella that went rogue in a strong gust of wind.

Pinned beneath a remote-start activated vehicle with a brake issue.

You had resigned yourself to your fate. You would die 10,000 times (or more—who’s counting?) until the end of the world.

And then you would wake up, and somehow it would be Tuesday again. You found peace in that understanding. 

Attacked by a pissed-off swan that happened to peck your carotid artery. 

Skewered by a taxidermy swordfish.

Eaten by an escaped lion at the zoo. (Not as cute as the movies.)

But since the moment you had the revelation about Peter’s other superpower, you felt like something had shifted. 

Run down by a drunk driver. And a stoned driver. And a texting driver. And an e-bike.

Combustion via a DIY gender-reveal grenade. (It was a boy.)

Blood clot from a hickey. (Thanks, Pete.)

Suddenly, you felt so alive. So fragile. Like the next time you’d die, it would be for good.

And you honestly didn't know what to hope for.

“You gotta stop this,” Peter pleaded under a flat tone. “This has gone far enough.” He stood, stone-faced, in your apartment with his arms crossed as a muffin bounced off one of his shoulders. 

Choked on a muffin.

As soon as it left your hand, you studied him intensely, watching the pastry drop to the floor where it rolled across your kitchen tile.

“Stop,” he begged wearily. Your hand was already in the paper bag of pastries, pulling out another blueberry muffin. 

“Don’t,” he warned with a futile sense of authority. “Don’t do it—”

You tossed the muffin, hitting him in the chin. It fell to the floor just like the others, but you gawked expectantly, as if waiting for some sort of alternate outcome.

“Why are you doing this?” Peter groaned, exasperated. “Why are you throwing things at me? That was a perfectly good muffin.”

“I need to see if it’s working,” you replied, intently focused on your experiment. You kept distance between you, eagerly studying him. 

His amber eyes fixed on you suspiciously.

Choked on Peter. (Not a bad way to go.)

“See if what is working?”

“The tingly thing—”

“What tingly thing?”

“The Spider sense! Your Spider... tingle.”

“Please don’t call it that—”

You threw another muffin at his cheek. 

“Bug. Put down the muffins.”

“It doesn’t work! Your sense isn’t tingling.”

“You—you know that just by throwing muffins?”

“You don’t get it!” you replied. Your wild eyes darted from side to side as you stepped over the muffins in a repetitive pace. “The thing that alerts you to danger is not working, Peter!”

His shoulders nearly met his ears as he shrugged, his eyes suspiciously horrified at your antics. “Maybe it doesn’t work for pastry products?”

You huffed in frustration. “Look. Your Spidey tingly sense is almost like trichobothria, right? The tiny hairs on a spider that detect micro vibrations and shifts in the environment? In your case, maybe they’re not tiny hairs—but something still sends an electric impulse to your nervous system that alerts you to danger. It’s almost practically precognition.”

Peter gazed at you, dumbfounded. “What?”

“Precognition, like you’re psychic—”

“No, I know what 'precognition' means,” Peter rebutted, his head spinning with information. “How do you know so much about this stuff?”

Impaled by the shards of an exploding can of whipped cream.

You deflated as you considered how much you should reveal at this point in the day. “I brushed up on it.”

“Brushed up on what? Neurobiology?”

“Podcasts,” you said, and brushed him off. “Point is, I’ve been so focused on overanalyzing Tuesday, I haven’t even thought that all of this could be because of something that happened Monday. You mentioned something before about yesterday—something about patrol being rough. What was it? What happened yesterday?”

Peter glanced down at the discarded muffins, before looking back up at you. It was clear by the look on his face that he was several paces behind. “Well, I mean... you were there?” 

You blinked a few times. Your brain tripped over the realization that you couldn’t remember Monday.  

It had been so long since you’d be trapped in Tuesdayville, that Monday—and all of the people, places, and plans that used to accompany it—were reduced to a blurry, worn-out photograph in your mind. Recalling what any other day outside of Tuesday was like drenching an oil painting in paint thinner and watching it melt.

Shredded by a woodchipper.

There were neighbors of yours you hadn’t seen in ages. Work colleagues whom you barely remember. You even felt nostalgic for your old boss and his unrealistic deadlines.

(As it turns out, whatever it was that was due at 4:00pm on that first Tuesday didn’t really mean all that much, since your boss, nor any of your co-workers or clients, had even bothered to call and ask about you. To them, you were just absent. Out of sight, out of mind. To you, it had been years since you’d visited your job. You barely remember what it was, or what was so important about it in the first place.)

Anaphylactic shock resulting from 250+ stings after stepping on a Yellowjacket nest.

But back in the present Tuesday, you were pushing for answers. “I meant what happened to you? Tell me your whole schedule. Start at the beginning.”

“Okay, um,” he crossed his arms, shuffling from foot to foot. “Well, I had my 7:00am class, then — well — I was going to class, but there was this guy who had a nail in his tire—”

Burned in a nail salon explosion after a poorly-placed box of bulk acetone dropped on a space heater.

”—so I sorta helped him out with the jack, then I got mud on my pants and it weirded me out—”

Partially decapitated by a drone.

“—and I was debating on whether I should go back home to change because I didn’t want it to look like—”

You waved him off, and drew invisible loops in the air with your finger. “Skip ahead to the patrol parts.”

“Oh, okay—yeah, sure,” Peter nodded along, editing himself. “Um, yeah, so... patrol. Um, I stopped a couple of guys who were stealing catalytic converters.”

You nodded, urging him to go on. “And then...?”

“I swung around a bit. I webbed up a purse snatcher.”

Asphyxiation by a purse strap after it caught in the door of a subway.

“Okay.”

“The old lady who got her purse stolen bought me a mangonada popsicle when I gave it back to her—”

Botulism. 

“Risky, but I’ll let it pass.”

Embalmed alive after an overtired nurse mistakenly mixed up vials and your IV bag was injected with formaldehyde. Poor May was the one who caught the mistake, right as your organs started failing. You convulsed and foamed at the mouth, the sickly-sweet-smelling fluid ripping apart your blood cells.

“And then I put out a dumpster fire over by East 96th.”

Your eyes widened at that, gaping expectantly. “How so?”

He quirked an eyebrow, unsure of your meaning. “Uhm, a dumpster was on fire. And then I helped put it out.”

Crushed by a trash compactor. 

Seconds passed, before you responded, “I need to see this dumpster.” You were shuffling towards the front door, glancing at the microwave clock.

Exploding microwave.

“Wait, really?”

“Shit!” you exclaimed, noting the time. “I’m late!”

“What? Late for what?” Peter called to you, left behind with the discarded muffins.

“Don’t worry about it!” you shouted, rushing out of your apartment. “I’ll catch up!”

The wind whipped fiercely through your hair as you pushed open the roof access door of an office building in Midtown. The building was tall, but not the tallest around by a longshot.

The view from the roof wasn’t breathtaking. The building itself wasn’t fancy or particularly significant, which you think was the point. 

Your eyes flicked to the edge where you spotted the frail girl on the ledge. Her neck was craned downwards, her pale legs dangling off the roof precariously. She propped herself up with her weight on her too-thin arms, like a perched vulture, with her oversized sweater engulfing her torso and swallowing up her thighs. 

Your tragically-pretty Grim Reaper. Right where you’d expected to find her. You sighed heavily, as you stared at the back of her sullen form. The storm door fall closed behind you with a heavy slam.

She flinched at the sound. Perhaps it was the first time she had been stirred from her lonely, listess daze. Her head spun back so fast that it gave her a touch of vertigo. Her long fingers gripped the brick ledge, with white knuckles and chipped, chewed nail polish. 

The slight brush of danger lit up her eyes. It was her survival instinct sputtering briefly, albeit brief.

For a moment you could see the person dormant behind her widened eyes, weighed heavily with dark circles. She gazed at you quietly, her brow furrowed with puzzlement, before sputtering out into apathy. She didn’t recognize you, and she didn’t care to.

“Sorry,” you called out across the distance as her body relaxed, but not from relief. Your voice echoed off the stone and glass towers surrounding you, getting lost in the hum of engines and car horns below. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

The woman who had killed you more times than you could count stared at you indifferently. You took a step towards her.

“Claire, right?” you asked, though you knew the answer. 

Claire Rivers, from Long Island. Date of birth: September 5th. Age 23. Had her name legally changed after high school from Clear to Claire because it was constantly misspelled and mispronounced, and met with a reflexive annoyance when she’d try to correct anyone. It was a nuisance. A constant reminder of how little she was regarded. 

Date of death—today. Perhaps.

Hearing her name pronounced correctly got Claire’s attention. It always did. 

“You probably don’t remember me,” you waved your hand off with a light chuckle. “We took Theater Arts together at NYU last Spring,” you lied. You smiled sheepishly with your hands buried in your coat. 

Several seconds passed, as Claire searched your face for some sort of recognition. “Oh,” she said, her voice barely above a squeak. “I... I’m sorry, I don’t — I didn’t recognize you.”

“S’okay.” Your voice is warm. Endearing. “I don’t think we were ever scene partners the whole time we were there. Which is crazy, right?” 

No, it wasn’t crazy, because of course you weren’t. You never went to NYU. You had never crossed paths with this woman until that first Tuesday, when she held a box cutter to your throat in some bizarre futile hostage situation, and ended up getting you both shot to death. 

That felt like years ago, you pondered. It had been.

“Sorry,” Claire murmured, and now it sounded like she was talking to herself. “I’m not in school anymore.” 

A dark shadow crossed her expression. It was the same darkness you’d spotted in her reflection in the glass door of the beverages case. The same one she wore when she tackled you onto the tracks of the L train right before you were both crushed beneath it. The same hollow expression—not just hollow, but hallow; haunted, like a graveyard—as she dragged you over the railing of the 59th Street Bridge, sending you both plummeting 350 feet into the East River below.

These are hazards of being near her or trying to find her. They were risks associated with trying to solve her mysteries. 

Ultimately meaningless, you’d decided. Somewhere in your first hundred Tuesdays, you were obsessed with her, but your interest had waned as you realized that her fate made no difference in yours. Whether she lived or died today, you would inevitably wake up in the same place. 

Her death was meaningless. As meaningless as yours.

One Tuesday afternoon you’d stumbled upon her charred body at a corner gas station. The fire department was wrapping up and the coroner was getting ready to move the remains. Witnesses said a woman walked up to an unattended SUV being refueled pulled out a lighter. 

“How stupid,” they remarked. “How insane.” “Of all the ways to die, how fucked up is that?” they said.

Drowned in a septic tank. 

Drowned in a truck of wet cement. 

Drowned in a vat of molasses. 

Drowned in the “Friends fountain” in Central Park. You were surprised to later learn that the cast of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. never even filmed there.

You started to wonder if Claire's life was also meaningless. Like yours.

You followed her sometimes, watching from afar. 

You’d try to get Peter to save her, and he would. But you noticed that it never changed anything about her fate. She’d find a way to make the evening news, one way or another. 

If you happened to survive long enough to catch it. 

Nothing ever more than a chyron though. One barely-visible, tiny sentence that scrolls across the screen and disappears into the void. Perhaps the only obituary she would ever receive.

You had a theory about why she chose you in the first place. It never about killing you, you thought. She wasn’t the killing type. It was attempted suicide by cop. 

Even on other occasions where she caused your death, she wouldn’t reach for you until the last second. Like she panicked. Suddenly realized she didn’t want to die alone. 

Death is a lonely thing, you lament. 

Struck by a stray piece of gravel that had been tossed out of a passing lawnmower.

You understood that. Reaching out in the darkness for a spark of light. Hoping to grasp the will to live, but snuffing the light out in the process. 

Crushed by a Starbucks sign. (Pumpkin Spice is back... with a vengeance.)

“I’m sorry,” Claire repeated, and neither of you knew why. She turned her face away from yours, lost in her own world again. “M’sorry, but I kinda want to be alone right now.”

“I figured that,” you replied, gently. “I saw you come up here by yourself. I just... wanted to—”

“—To talk me out of it?” Claire uttered with bitterness on her tongue. She didn’t bother to face you.

You shifted your weight to your other foot, glancing down at the asphalt.  “I’m also down to just... listen?” You let the question hang in the air unpresumptiously. 

She scoffed, but it sounded more like her heart shattering. You saw the back of her head, shaking indignantly, but you pictured her jaw set firmly in place. “There’s nothing to talk about. You don’t know me,” she declared, voice firm. When she turned her head towards you, you saw fury in her gaze. “You have no right to judge me.”

“I’m not judging.” 

“You think I’d feel regret?” she spat. She squirmed like you were viewing her through a microscope.

That was a valid question. You mused on it for a moment. 

“Possibly,” you replied, thinking back to that last flash of light. Of self-preservation. You’d seen it in the urgency of her eyes, right before the end. 

It wasn’t the look of acceptance. It was a mix of panic and penitence. That alone was enough to baffle you.

“Probably,” you reiterated, more confident in your assessment. You strolled nearer, keeping your path to a broad arc. It eased the strain on her neck and kept you at a safe distance. “I’d describe it more like shame. This gross, heavy, selfish ick in your stomach. Kinda feels like eating White Castle, but not even when it’s fresh, y’know? Tepid, at best.”

“I don’t care if you think I’m selfish,” she contested with an icy tone. You knew that underneath the ice, she was just tired. “I don’t care what anyone thinks,” she explained, but it lacked any real confidence. “If it breaks my parents’ hearts, I honestly don’t care.”

You stopped at the edge, just shy of her reach. 

“It won’t just break your parents’ hearts,” you responded, matter-of-factly. “It’ll break your parents.”

The heavy statement sat between you, and she pursed her lips. She tried to steel her face, but the somberness of her eyes gave her away.

“Not just them,” you added. “The people that loved you—yeah, sure. It’ll mess them up. But also the people that didn’t know you well enough.” You explained contemplatively, “There’s gonna be a little hole now that they can’t ever fill. Stuff they wanted to say to you. Things that could’ve made both of your lives better, y’know? If only they had more time.”  

Saying it, you feel a sharp pain in your heart. Your lips form a tight line as you look out at the buildings. 

After a few moments, you continued. 

“There’s the people that you never knew,” you explained, glancing down over the edge. “The guy who has to spray your blood off the sidewalk. His name is Carlos. That’s gonna stay with him forever.” You swallow bitterly, meeting her grim gaze. “And it’s not like it’s even his first time cleaning up something like that. His brother died last month.” Softly, you ask her, “Did you know that?”

Claire shook her head, forehead creased with concern.

“There’s a cop named Frank that’s gonna have to fish out your ID and call your family,” you recounted, reflecting on the vicious cycle of life and death that you’ve been audience to.

“There’s a woman who works at the morgue in the hospital, her name is Bhavisha. She’s gonna ask them to bring down a sample of your hair so she can test the DNA. She wants to be sure. Before she tells your mom that it’s really you. Before she has to hear that sound that people always make. And then she’s going to hand your mom a brochure, and have to talk about ‘options’ for what to do with the rest of you.”

Despite her earlier proclamations, you hear Claire’s breath hitch in her throat. You’re a statue, as you look down at the traffic of the city below. You’re a stone lion, or a chrome eagle, or some other asshole on a horse that has no business being immortalized, having spent years at this lonely vantage point. Watching silently. Bearing witness to the secret, collective pain of these streets.

“Bhavisha’s going to cry about it in her car on the way home. Then she’s gonna have a big glass of wine and a Xanax and not talk about it with her family because she doesn’t want to upset them. She doesn’t think she has anything in common with them anymore. Or with anyone.”

Silent tears ran down Claire’s face. Her pale expression was tinted with red splotches.

You turn to speak directly to her. “Everybody out here—we all feel so alone sometimes. But we’re not in a bubble. Even if it feels that way. Everything is connected. Everybody.”

If you had to explain to someone why you were on that rooftop with Claire, that’s the reason you’d give. 

You take a step towards her, then carefully sit on the ledge beside her. 

“The pain that one person feels,” you say, “it keeps going around. It spreads.” You add with a hopeful voice, “But I think the good feelings can spread too.” Your voice is heavy, but warm, and void of judgment, just as you promised. 

Claire’s chest heaves, sobs threatening to break free. “How do you know?” Her lip quivers. It wasn’t scornful the way she said it. She begged for the answer. She is begging. “How do you know any of this means anything?”

Your lip curls into a smirk, but not unkindly. 

You reply, “You know, I was obsessed with my life meaning something. I used to work myself to the bone just to feel important. But to certain people, like—it sounds weird to say, but I wanted to be important to important people. I wanted to make the people that loved me proud. And I was always afraid that I would die before I got to do something great, y’know?” 

You sigh, musing over her question and the foolish absurdity of the person you used to be on Monday. 

“I felt like I was waiting for that time when I had it together. I’d own my own place. Maybe even a car—a nice one. I wouldn’t have to worry about paying my credit card bills. I’d be married and have a couple of kids. We’d travel all the time. To Europe... and Fiji, and New Zealand, and...” You crack a slight grin, releasing a light laugh, “Maybe even stay at the fancy places at Disney World. For a whole week.”

Your smile fades. Claire watches you intently. “I was waiting,” you add. “Waiting for when I’d be happy.”

You’re quiet for several nostalgic seconds, holding a moment of silence for the You of Monday. 

“I don’t know what it means to be ‘great’ or ‘important’ anymore,” you admit. “Or if anything means anything.” 

You stare down at your hands, thoughtful in your words. A grin pulled at your lips. “But the weird thing is—I think that’s what’s special, y’know? Gives each day it’s meaning” You look back at her, simmering with intrigue and the excitement of the unknown. “Life is crazy, and confusing, and terrifying, and exciting. It’s all those things. Every day is important. Don’t you want to see how it ends?”

You said it like you were talking about the last chapter of an adventure novel. With all the different ways your Tuesdays had gone, they began to feel like adventures, even if they’d get cut short. 

Your eyes sparkled with admiration. With envy. Claire could have a Wednesday. And a Thursday. And a Friday.

God, The Cure really had it right—Friday was worthy of love. How you missed the exhilarion of Friday afternoons. 

And the small burst of vigor that would come with waking up on Saturday mornings— sometimes blending perfectly with the right concoction of determination to do that thing that you’ve been putting off (whatever it is). Or those Saturdays where you could just sleep in because maybe you don’t have that energy and it’s perfectly acceptable to stay in the cocoon of bedsheets for as long as you need to. 

Sundays can be fundays, for sure. But they can also be slow days, grounding and reflective. Serene. Religious or not, they remain holy in that sense. It’s a day for meditation and peace. Time washes your troubles and sins away like some divine sacrament. The kind of thing that makes you want to hold a cup of tea and stare at a picture of a lake. Your spirit is cleansed and reborn with a little bit of hope as the week begins anew. 

Mondays get a bad rap, you suppose. But they are no less precious. Especially if it was your last one.

Claire was on the precipice of a canyon of treasure, you knew it in your heart. A gorge filled with the universe’s most precious commodity—not a fragment of which could be purchased. She was just too confused, too tired, too weary, to see it. 

You hold another moment of silence for the tragedy of it. Eyes gentle and grieving, you slowly reach out and take her hand in yours.

She glances down at your hand, your fingers intertwining with hers. She feels their warmth. The warmth of the light she was trying so hard to find. 

And something fractures. Her face crumples. Sobs overtake her. A river of agony floods out. She shudders from the current. Cries and cries. Leans onto your shoulder and cried even more. 

You’re with her, holding her hand in the now, as she brokenly weeps. 

Some days you saved her. 

Some days you didn’t. 

The choice was always hers, and truthfully—you had no idea how long it would stick. 

You never lived to see Wednesday, nor did you know if she did either. 

It didn’t make the conversation any less important. It didn’t make it any less meaningful. 

You sought her out, day after day, and let her cry into your shoulder while she made her private decision.

Today feels hopeful, you think. You look over at her as she wipes her red, bleary eyes. 

There’s that light again. That tiny spark. 

“You keep doing stuff like this,” Claire sniffed, rubbing tear tracks that streaked her face, “you might just get a statue built after you or something.”

She made a joke this time. Good.

You cracked a smile and chuckled beneath your breath. “Nah. That’s my boyfriend’s gig,” you replied, matching levity. “I’m too chicken for big heroics. Not usually big on courage, either.”

Claire smiled warmly, eyes brimming with gratitude. “Maybe a little bit is all you need.”

Continue to Part 6

A/N- ok I really swear we’re nearing the end. My goal is to have this done by 10/15. Whew what a ride.

Look between the fluffy eye bleach gifs for tw content summary below.

Spoilery description of TW content:

Several deaths are briefly referenced, some bizarre and some common (driving under the influence, etc).

Scene where Reader locates the “Grim Reaper” aka Claire, who is a depressed young woman preparing to jump from the roof of a building. We learn that Reader has come to know Claire due to the many times she’s tried to intervene in her different su*cide plots, in repeated attempts to talk her out of killing herself. Reader confronts Claire about how her death would impact those around her, with gruesome details. On this occasion, we believe that Claire will ultimately choose to live, but her fate is left open-ended, as we are told that it doesn’t always end the same.

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Writerly Question Tag

I was tagged here by @i-can-even-burn-salad, and I'm actually going to do it :D thanks!

Open Tag for anyone who would like to jump on this. Under the cut bc its loooonng. There's a template at the bottom.

About You

When did you start writing?

Sometime in 2019/2020, before covid started. Late start, I know lol

Are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write?

No, not really. I am a fantasy romance girlie (gender neutral) through and through. It's really a rarity for me to branch outside the fantasy genre at all.

Is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom you’re often compared?

I've not been writing long enough nor do I have a wide enough reader base to be compared to anyone lol. Emulate though 🤔 I don't know. I do know that certain writers leave an impression on me. Or I'll admire their style or how they did some bit of worldbuilding or torture. But when I'm writing, I'm not consciously trying to be like them or to even reference the stuff I was admiring to try and emulate it. That being said... I swear, C.L. Wilson, I was not trying to emulate you. I couldn't even approach the depth and mastery of your epic 5 book fantasy (this one). But I also can't deny the similarities that turned up in my book despite me not having read that series for multiple years before writing it 😂

Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)?

My recliner in the living room or my (home) office. My office is the cooler option lol. I have a floor to ceiling built in bookshelf that my desk faces and a pretty ice blue rainbow backlit keyboard. However, I am having issues with both spaces currently. Nobody will leave me alone in the living room. And I'm in my office 8.5 hrs every goddamned day for work and really don't want to continue being in my office when I'm done. At least for a while anyway. It's smth I need to figure out so I can start writing again XD

What’s your most effective way to muster up some muse?

Uhhh. I wish I knew. Usually stuff will just hit me randomly and I have no control over when or where or why :')

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

Most likely? In that it's just more work for me to write an environment that isn't close to the one I live in. But, it's fantasy, so. 🤷‍♀️

Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

Outcast/loneliness, finding a place to belong/found family, being enough, finding love without stipulations/compromises ... *deadpan* I'm so super surprised. Oh, and the suffering. We gotta have some of that :)

Your Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? (Current WIP, past WIP, never used, etc.)

Right now, it's probably Carr from Hidden Depths. Carr is so much fun to write. There is smth very freeing about writing a char that really truly doesn't give a shit :)

Which of your characters would you be friends with in real life?

I could be friends with Alaia, but I'd never be able to keep up with her. Carr would probably have no patience for me lol. Kadin would amuse and annoy me and I could probably only tolerate him in small doses. Darian would intimidate me. Maybe Resh? Provided I could learn their version of sign language so I could talk with him.

Which characters would you dislike the most if you met them?

Any of the bad guys XD

Tell me about the process of coming up with your characters?

Uh, they come up with themselves 😅

Do you notice any reoccurring themes/traits in your characters?

Most of them are neurodivergent as fuck, even the ones I wrote thinking I was NT XD

How do you picture your characters?

I don't? 😅 *cough* aphantasia Although, some of those artbreeder pics helped, along with the commission :D

Your Writing

What’s your reason for writing?

Because I can! Because I started and I don't want to stop! (current dry spell notwithstanding XD) Because only in writing will I probably ever get the things I want 100%

Is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

Literally any comment. Any indication you read and enjoyed what I wrote. However that may come across, I treasure it :D

How do you want to be thought of by those who read your work?

*side eyes this question* People would think of me? Why? I am not the story o.o

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Look, I am terrible at identifying my own strengths XD Maybe characterization? Someone told me I did a good job with that once upon a time <3

What have you been frequently told your greatest writing strength is by others?

Frequently lol. I need to write more 😂 See above. Apparently I cheated and borrowed from this question. I've also been told I do a good job with descriptions, like in a worldbuilding way. Which is fascinating to me, bc I can't see shit in my mind. I just make shit up and hope it works 😅

How do you feel about your own writing?

Depends on when I'm reading it lol. Honestly though, I can tell I've improved a lot from when I first started a few years ago. Mostly I'm proud of it when I'm not being embarrassed by the thought of someone reading some of the more... interesting... things I've written 😅.

If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

Probably. Only through writing can I fully characterize and flesh out the daydreams. Plus, it's a freaking treat to sit down with your own book and read it and enjoy it.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy?

I'm very influenced. I want to make my friends happy! But I also will write what I enjoy in the parameters of my chosen genre. I just might incorporate things I otherwise might not of thought of. And if it ends up making me uncomfortable down the road, I can always remove it.

About You

When did you start writing?

Are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write?

Is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom you’re often compared?

Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)?

What’s your most effective way to muster up some muse?

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

Your Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? (Current WIP, past WIP, never used, etc.)

Which of your characters would you be friends with in real life?

Which characters would you dislike the most if you met them?

Tell me about the process of coming up with your characters?

Do you notice any reoccurring themes/traits in your characters?

How do you picture your characters?

Your Writing

What’s your reason for writing?

Is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

How do you want to be thought of by those who read your work?

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

What have you been frequently told your greatest writing strength is by others?

How do you feel about your own writing?

If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy?

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hello ashe’s friend please tell me. your favorite squid facts! or pictures of your favorite kinds of squid :)

jumps up and down omg you don't understand how happy I was to get this ask I love squid so much!!!! ok I'm gonna tell you about colossal squid because they're neat and I've been reading about them recently

so. colossal squid are the largest squid in the world by mass, the largest whole specimen discovered is around 495kg though it's believed there are far larger squid, we just don't have any samples of them. (only 12 whole colossal squid have been found) they can reach around 10m, potentially even longer but again, no recorded samples past 10m. in some cases giant squid can be longer than this, reaching up to 13m, but most of their length is comprised of tentacles giving them a lower mass than colossal squid, which is why the names are the way they are

a lot of our information on colossal squid comes from their undigested beaks found in sperm whale stomachs, which is how we know that squid much larger than ones we've seen exist. sperm whales are one of the main predators of colossal squid and are some of the only creatures, along with some beaked whales and sleeper sharks, to feed on adult colossal squid since they live so deep down in the ocean.

many sperm whales have been found with scars from the hooks of colossal squid- they are the only squid in the family cranchiidae which have hooks on their tentacles!! they also have the largest eyes of any creature in the world with a diameter of up to 30-40 cm each, and because of this they have excellent eyesight, which is beneficial since they live so deep in the ocean where it's very dark. their eyes also have bioluminescent photophores around them!! it's hypothesised that they can detect movement from up to 120m away. since they can't hear well, and are deaf to sounds of high frequencies like whale sonar, their vision and ability to detect predator movement is essential especially since the majority of their predators are of course whales.

one more fun fact, when studying the largest known specimen, scientists considered using a giant microwave to defrost it as it would otherwise take too long to defrost in full and may begin to decay. they did not end up using a giant microwave though it would've been funny

anyway shoutout to squid gotta be one of my favourite genders

[aceinacloset]

Circus baby and Liz doodles and interacts because canon feared the power these two held.

Hc: I feel their relationships would be a bumpy one, but it would still be good in the end. It starts off rocky with their differing views on Afton, to kinda a period of silence once Liz learns that William sucks, then to a symbiotic relationship during fnaf 6.

Found family, gotta be one of my favorite genders.

Baby is a killer robot second and a mom first.

Baby would cry watching the Frankenstein movie. She would empathize with Frankensteins monster, change my mind.

[pjunicornart]

Pajama Twilight

Okay... THIS is the last Scout, I swear!

Bio: Pajama is the eldest of her brothers. She's very kindhearted and fair, and she helps out her mother whenever she can. In her spare time she likes to read books in her little cubby hole filled with quilts and pillows.

Basic Info Nicknames: PJ, Pudding, Jama-mama (by family only) Age: 22 Height: 5'6" Gender Identity: Cisgender (female, she/her) Sexual Orientation: Bisexual (preference for women) Medical Issues: Autism, Anxiety Can't Leave the House Without: Phone, book, hairbrush, hand sanitizer, wet wipes

Relationships Rosey - Mother, very good Candy - Sibling, older siblings gotta stick together Studio - Sibling, tries to get him out of his comfort zone Cupcake - Sibling, loves his treats Bubblegum - Sibling, reminds him to be considerate of others Rainbow - Sibling, trying to stop babying him

Powers Button Eyes - Causes her enemies to have buttons for eyes - just like her. Only difference is that her enemies can't see with their button eyes. Silence - For as long as she needs, she can remain invisible and silent for stealth missions. She could be anywhere. Pins and Needles - She likes to sew. She can summon needles that can used as projectiles. She'll always hit her targets with pinpoint accuracy. Threaded Web - She can use her special sewing thread to trap enemies. This can be done by making web-like structures, trip wires, net traps, etc. This thread cannot be cut by anyone other than Pajama. Dust Bunnies - As long as where she is has dust within her vicinity, she can create little dust bunnies that can be used as pawns or sentries. Magic Beam - She can make a simple blast of magic from her horn. This can used as a quick attack option. Levitation - She can also levitate things by using magic channeled through her horn, and this has no limit.

Miscellaneous Little Facts - She'll read all kinds of books, even the spicy ones. - Her entire personality was actually inspired by this one niche aesthetic I found on the aesthetics wiki called "Cozy Childhood Hideaway", and I love it so much. - She's also inspired by the song "STARSHINE (GOODNIGHT)" by Six Impala. - The buttons for eyes was inspired by - you guessed it - Coraline, which is one of my favorite movies of all time along with Meet the Robinsons. - Pajama prefers to dress in comfy clothes perfect for lounging. - Her favorite music genre is jazz. - She's not the best cook, but if need be she'll make some tasty bagel pizzas for her siblings. - Just like her brother Bubblegum, yes... her hair is really those colors naturally. - Pajama admits that her guilty pleasure is reality TV. What can she say, she loves the drama. - She won't eat popcorn. It gets stuck in her teeth. - She prefers veggie burgers over actual burgers... much to her family's dismay. - When she goes to MLP universes, she transforms to a pony form. - She takes a lot of vitamins and supplements.

Finally... all the Scouts have been introduced. I swear Pajama is the last one, I do! Check out her family when you get the chance. Candy... Studio... Cupcake... Bubblegum... Rainbow... Rosey...

[iztopher]

for the character ask meme: mel

First impression: Wait, she's not a ghost*? Also, oh my god I love her. (*When Av3 was first being teased, Amanda said we "already got a glimpse of Mel as Jack(a prequel character)'s cohort", so I assumed she was literally Val. Also, knowing Te'ijal & Galahad were characters, I assumed the game started in the Underworld and Mel was a ghost lol.

Impression now: OH MY GOD I LOVE HER.

Favorite moment: Any moment where she's like "ugh, screw this (tries to do it on her own)" or "I can't get other people involved in this (tries to do it on her own)".

Idea for a story: I was like "I gotta have a ton, right?" Well no I don't actually, weirdly enough. The one concept I have currently written in my fic journal for her is one about her made up chicken farmer backstory when, panicking to describe her family, Te'ijal is the first inspiration to come to mind and she riffs off of that to Edward.

Unpopular opinion: I really dislike Uma and Nox's impact on her character.

Favorite relationship: I have always had a super soft spot for her and Te'ijal and Galahad as a sort of found family type situation, which is funny because it's like, Te'ijal is her cool aunt/older sister/cousin type figure and Galahad is trying SO hard to be her dad. Also Mel and Stella's everything, any flavor

Favorite headcanon: She's nonbinary! Specifics vary/I'm not solid on, but in general, she's butch, she's got More Than One gender thing going on, and I write her using she/they/he pronouns (although I tend to stick to the canon she/her when discussing for simplicity lol)

[bluepoodle7]

#BetaPokemon #TangelasBeta #NeopetsMeowclops #MyThoughts

If this beta Tangela's beta pre evolution returns with the beta evolution I'm calling it Doe.

Also if I ever get back into Neopets then calling this Meowclops Doe also.

Also Doe reminds me of Mawile.

I'm mad there is no fanart where Doe is one of these.

I know all Realtors are Palossands.

I can also see Doe as a Espurr and Meowstic line.

Daily Pokemon Review Day 339 - Espurr and Meowstic One of X/Y's most memeable mons, the Espurr family is another interesting line, notably because gender differences which automatically pique my interest in a pokemon. Does it build up and pay off or is this another "Hey, it's that thing, I forgot about that haha" day? Starting design, Espurr is a bipedal kitten mon that seems based on the scottish fold variety. It has a folded over ears, big lavender eyes that seem devoid of all emotion and thoughts, and some white tips at the ends of its limbs and ears. It's very fluffy and adorable, which is presumably what you want out of first stage kitten mon, suck it glameow. Espurr's psychic nature probably draws inspiration from the japanese yokai Nekomata, which are former housecats that lived for a very long time until their tails split and they gained supernatural powers. Nice inspiration for a pokemon. Meowstic's appearance is dependend on Espurr's gender, with the Male being the predominantly dark blue with the greenish eyes and white accents, and the Female being predominantly white with yellow/red eyes and dark blue accents. Very good evolutions, keeping the cute and not going the ugly monster route that they could have, I appreciate that. Still a little not quite there for what I would want and a bit boring for a psychic cat yokai, but it's definitely a passable look. Onto battle, both of Meowstic's genders are mono Psychic and have the same Stat breakdown: 74 HP, 48 Attack, 76 Defense, 83 Special Attack, 81 Special Defense, and 104 Speed. The two genders do differentiate in one other regard; both share Keen Eye and Infiltrator as Abilities but as for Hidden Abilities Female Meow gets Competitive and Male Meow gets Prankster. Pretty easy to see who won that coinflip. Prankster and Infiltrator are both primo Abilities, but sadly don't add a lot to either Meowstic due to their incredibly average Stats. The best way to play is with a Male Prankster and do what literally every other Prankster mon does: Spam Screens or Thunder Wave. There are some good gets in the pool besides that playstyle, Nasty Plot is a key bonus alongside Calm Mind, Dark Pulse, Energy Ball, and more, but they're still largely wasted on Meowstic with its 83 Special Attack. At least the Speed is good so that helps Prankster quite a bit, but not enough to actually warrant using this mon in the competitive scene. Final Rating 4/10 Pulling my punches a bit, but even with that Espurr and Meowstic don't make it through the gauntlet very well. The nekomata aesthetic and the gender differences are very big bonus points for this family, it's just a shame that they forgot to study for the battle portion of the... - I hope this isn't an Electrode, because I need a Master Ball | Facebook

John Doe would be a Giratina since he distorts the player in a loop and changes forms.

Favorite Giratina Form | Pokémon Amino (aminoapps.com)

Images not mine but links are there.

Gotta Critique 'Em All (bogleech.com)

Neopets Meowclops Petpet Plushie - With Tags! | eBay

Gelanla | Pokemon Wack Wiki | Fandom

My Top 5 Favourite Mega Evolutions!! | Pokémon Amino (aminoapps.com)

Palossand - #770 - Serebii.net Pokédex

Randomly found these John Doe Game endings fandubs.

I hope we get a really good asmr of Maison Talo and the other Realtors someday.

Or a Weird Al sounding Doe asmr.

Videos not mine but link is there.

John Doe Ending 1 FANDUBBED | JOHN DOE VOICE | (read description) (youtube.com)

John Doe Ending 2 FANDUBBED | JOHN DOE VOICE | (read description) (youtube.com)

John Doe Ending 3/4 FANDUBBED | JOHN DOE VOICE | (read description) (youtube.com)

[hzrnvm]

5, 10, and 15? i love u too :)

how often do people (not family members) tell you they love you: honestly not very often. as i said in a previous ask im not in a relationship (but i would like to be. hey hey! (also btw to all reading this i am a minor. sorry, suitors!)). but it does happen! you of course know that very well (love you too).

do you believe in ghosts: No but i did for a little bit. A little over a year ago, late june early july, I went down a whole mental thing (this was like, the beginning of the Big Spiral) and i read wikipedia in the library and decided I believed in ghosts bc i decided they were a thing in my religion (tbh i was delusional at the time so like. idk). That's also the same moment the word "wreq" came from! wreq is a word i made up for use of bookmarking things through search. whenever i found something cool and wanted to mark it for later, one way i did that was sending it to a discord server with the word "wreq", and later i search the word and find it! It's useful bc you can also respond to msgs with "wreq" to save them for later. very cool.

15 is i just did this one but i'd love to do one more so lemme do random one. i got 3. BONUS ROUND:

whats your favorite/least favorite quality about yourself; why:

i like to think im likeable. i like a lot of things about myself. i think im Good.

as for my least favorite quality i'd say my face. just bc like. da gender. the rest of my body is tight as fuck bc genetics and overeating blessed me with breasts and belly but like. man. i gotta transition that's a priority. someday!!

[stinkerarchetype]

ELVIN !!

+ this cool fallout oc questionaire template i found and probably should have went to bed instead of filling out!

game said to tag some pals so. the only pals i know with fallout ocs are @publiclypining, @feigeleh, and @corvidayyy. have fun, beloveds.

[IDENTITY]

full name: if I told you I haven't decided on that yet would you believe me.

gender: unfortunately most likely cisgender but him being a little queer gender wise is definitely not out of the question!

pronouns: he/him, but probably doesn't mind neutral terms or cool neopronouns at all :-]

ethnicity: he's very white it's kind of disgusting. I may change this over time!

pre-war job: model! modeled for Nuka Cola :-) catered to the Gays..

date of birth: well..

place of birth: somewhere in someplace

current age: 224? 225? me when i get cryogenically frozen! girl help vault tech and nuka-cola stuck me in an ice cube for two centuries!

biology: human! may have some cyborg-y parts, haven't decided.

current living place: well. it's somewhere alright.

[ALIGNMENT]

chosen factions: I haven't played him in-game yet!

role: companion, mostly? not sure what this means but. if he was ever a canon character he'd most likely be a companion in fallout 4. :-9

allied factions: anyone who doesn't shoot him and tries to take his cool gun! :-]

enemy factions: anyone who does shoot him and tries to take his cool gun! :-[

[PERSONALITY]

alignment: definitely chaotic good.

main qualities: lovely to be around, extremely loyal. golden retriever kind of guy. zap, zap!

main flaws: doesn't focus very well, easily distractable. will probably get killed very quickly if he didn't have quick, impulsive reflexes. also he has no idea what he's doing, he's learning as he goes. he was literally a model.

fears: most likely hurting people or letting others down!

[RELATIONSHIPS]

status: singlest pringle in the wasteland.

sexual orientation: undecided! most likely gay? one of them boylikers..

people closest to them: well. about that.

people they hate: he never hates people. usually.

family: tugs my collar nervously while sweating

[PHYSICAL]

height: like 6'2" or something, i don't remember. something really tall. maybe 6'5" actually, holy shit

weight: uh..

build: buff <3

hair color: blonde and platinum blonde in my head sometimes but never executed in my artwork of him. may change this! who knows!

hair style: short, superman-esque. kinda? i'm not sure how to describe hair styles.

eyes color: hmm.. blue. for now.

tattoos/scars/markings: we will see! he probably has something somewhere.

body/facial hair: barely any. not only that but hes also Blonde (as of now) so..

[ABILITIES]

spoken language: english, but he probably knows a few more, like spanish and french, etc.

strengths: socializing, upping general morale, being entertaining, making mouth-made, unnecessary sound effects doing literally anything...

weakness: feral ghouls, nick valentine being annoyed by him at any point in time, cool old food he finds in buildings that he has to be reminded not to eat..

favored weapons: a cute little sci-fiesque pistol that was never meant to shoot real ammo, if any at all! and yet he fashioned it to do so and it still, somehow, works.

[RANDOM]

favorite piece of clothes: his suit! y'know the one! the iconic one!

lucky charm: not quite sure he has one yet. at least one i could come up with on the fly. maybe a special little bottle cap?

favorite food: literally anything that is now inedible considering there was literally a nuclear fallout and it's all 200+ years old and could kill a man but hey! a man's gotta eat!

favorite beverage: guess?

favorite season: he seems like a summer fella. boobs out, arms in the air like he just doesn't care. sunburn, radiation burn,

[the-arson-author-gamer]

Demon Slayer and ToA for the ask game? :D

YES THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

DEMON SLAYER

❤ Favourite character - Inosuke. Self-explanatory, you've must have seen my reblog sprees of him. Funky little man, I love him so much

👿 Least favourite character - Demon Slayer is one of those shows where you don't really hate any of the characters because they are always so interesting. Though, if I have to pick, it would be Muzan of course.

💐 Comfort character - Sanemi, he's cool okay?

😍 Character you have the biggest crush biggest gender crush on - Inosuke, also self-explanatory, I desire the prettiest face with a set of abs as well.

🤝 Character you relate to the most - Genya. I'm not entirely sure why, but I just do?

🔥 Character you think is overrated - I'm in agony, trying to pick a character. I don't think there is one? Maybe Nezuko or Zenitsu, but I still love them so much?!

🧨 Character you love to hate - Again, so hard. Maybe Douma?

🙈 Character you always forget exists - I forget the half of the Uppermoons that are less prominent, though I think a lot of people forget them as well.

🐰 Favourite non-human character - Tough choice between Akaza, Kokushibo, and Nezuko. I think I will go with Kokushibo though, he's just cool to me.

❤️‍🩹Character who deserved better - Are you kidding? ALL OF THEM OMG

TALES OF ARCADIA

❤ Favourite character - Krel

👿 Least favourite character - Gunmar

💐 Comfort character - Douxie (purely a comfort character because there's enough hurt/comfort found family fics out there that are so good)

😍 Character you have the biggest crush biggest gender crush on - Douxie. I think I have a thing for the black hair with blue tips.

🤝 Character you relate to the most - Claire

🔥 Character you think is overrated - Claire. yes I relate to her, but her development needed to be consistent, or else she would have been a really cool character

🧨 Character you love to hate - Morgana, kind of self-explanatory.

🙈 Character you always forget exists - Coranda and Faiklov Tarron. I always forget about them!

🐰 Favorite non-human character - Angor Rot. He's just cool, awesome design, interesting motivation, cool abilities. Top notch.

❤️‍🩹 Character who deserved better - Tough choice between better character development and just a better life. For the sake of me actually answering this, I'll say development. And for that, it's gotta be Krel, he was going to have a whole ass arc and it was scrapped!