#i need to start creating ask memes and prompts again

[bweirdart]

EVENT OVER! THANKS EVERYONE WHO JOINED IN U ALL DID AN AMAZING JOB <3 SEE YOU AGAIN NEXT YEAR IN MARCH FOR #mARTch OR NEXT OCTOBER (2024) FOR A NEW SET OF PROMPTS!!!!!

OC-TOBER 2023 PROMPTS!!

general tag: #oc-tober / my prompts: #bweirdOCtober

F.A.Q:

Do I have to draw EVERY DAY?

NO! I highly encourage skipping as many days as you need to avoid burnout! There are 10 main days in the event (marked with a ⭐ star) that you can focus on if you don't feel up to doing every day, or you can choose your own adventure and just do the prompts you personally like!

Do I have to DRAW?

NO! You can also write fanfiction snippets, repost older art that fits the theme, tweet headcanons/backstory, roleplay in-character as your oc ... genuinely anything that fits the theme is OK!!

Can I start early?

YES! I understand some people work at a slower pace and might need a head start! So long as you wait until October to post it, you can start working as early as you need!

I missed the start of the event .. do I have to catch up?

NO! Please don't stress about days you missed, you're allowed to just skip to the current prompt!

RULES:

1. MAKE FRIENDS! The community is the best part of this event .. please try to follow new people, ask questions about ocs you like, compliment people's styles, ask friends to create with you, etc!

2. TAKE IT EASY! Skip a day if you're tired, busy or just not interested in the prompt. You don't have to catch up on it later. This is supposed to be fun, not work!

3. BE KIND! Please think about the people around you - don't give people unwarranted harsh criticism, content warn for themes/imagery in your work that could trigger someone, don't create anything hateful, etc

MORE:

text version / tips and ideas on bweird.art or below ↓

star = main prompts | no star = optional

INTRO WEEK

1: FAVE OC ⭐

-Which of your characters is your favourite right now?

2: NEW OC

-Who is your newest OC?

-Design a new OC right now

3: OLD OC ⭐

-Do you remember the first OC you ever made?

-Is there an OC you haven't drawn in a long time?

4: RE-DESIGN

-An OC who has changed a lot over the years

-Take an old OC and update their design right now

 

BACKSTORY WEEK

5: RELATIONSHIPS ⭐

-Who is important to your OC?

-Do they have a partner?

-Do they have a best friend?

-Are they close to their family?

6: SYMBOL

-What imagery do you associate with your oc?

-Are there any colours, flowers, animals or concepts that symbolize them?

7: PERSONALITY ⭐

-How does your OC behave?

-What are their positive traits?

-What are their negative traits?

-Are they extroverted or introverted?

8: PAST

-What was your OC like as a child?

-Where did they grow up?

-Are there any significant moments from their past that shaped who they are?

9: FUTURE ⭐

-Does your OC have a goal they're working towards?

-What will your OC look like when they get older

-Do you have a planned ending for their story?

PALETTE WEEK

10: pumpkin patch palette

#251604 #1E3807 #5B5E1A #A2A657 #EBA00F #F3ECCC

11: hot cocoa palette

#520B13 #BB382E #E27E6D #88392C #AF5D40 #E1AFA4

12: midnight zone palette

#000007 #000049 #183885 #004D4F #0E8788 #FFF1C0

13: peachy palette

#DE6450 #DB9171 #FFC1AE #FEE1AD #FFF2E0 #D9D8D8

14: haunted house palette

#552506 #6E25AA #ED690B #F925A0 #8F8BA7 #A6C1AA

FUN + GAMES WEEK

15: MEME ⭐

-Post memes that remind you of your OC

-Draw your OC as a meme

-Fill out a character meme (classic deviantart style)

16: FOOD

-What is your OC's favourite food?

-What is their least favourite?

-Can they cook?

17: EYES-CLOSED ⭐

-Draw your OC with your eyes closed! No cheating!

-Write a scene without looking at the keyboard! Keep the typos in!

18: SWAP

-Swap the style or aesthetic of two of your OCs

-Species or gender swap AU

-Invert an OC's colour scheme

19: INSPIRATION ⭐

-Is your OC inspired by any pre-existing characters?

-Are there any particular songs/lyrics that inspired something about one of your OCs

-Do you have a dedicated pinterest moodboard for your character?

20: INVENTORY

-What does your OC carry around with them on a daily basis?

-Are there any objects that have sentimental value for them?

-Loot drop for your DnD OC

 

FRIENDS WEEK

21-25:

There's no specific daily prompts for this week, but here are some ideas you can try ...

-Art trades with friends who are doing the event with you

-Your OC interacting with a friend's OC

-Gift art for someone whose OCs you like

-Work together and collaborate on something with a friend

-Roleplay an OC scene together with someone

 

HALLOWEEN WEEK

26: FEAR ⭐

-What is your OC scared of?

-Draw one of your OCs trying to scare the others

27: MONSTER

-Do you have any monster OCs? (eg: vampires, werewolves, creatures, ghosts...)

-Draw a human OC as a monster

-Design a new monster

28: TRICK

-Play a trick on an OC

-Do you have an OC who would play tricks on people?

29: TREAT

-What is your OC's favourite halloween candy?

-Give an OC a special treat to make up for yesterday's trick

30: MAGIC

-Do any of your characters have magical powers?

-Give an OC a magical or cursed artifact

-Create a magic-using OC like a witch or wizard

27: COSTUME ⭐

-What is your OC dressing as for halloween?

[norgbelulah]

I! Got! Asks! First up, from THE "Set Fire to This House":

Raylan let Boyd have the bottle, watched him take another drink from it, and bend to set it on the stair below them. “Ha, ha,” Raylan breathed to Boyd’s lips as they met again, this time, softer, lingering.

When Raylan moved onto press his lips to Boyd’s neck and collar, Boyd said quietly into his ear, “I think we should save this too, Raylan. Anybody could walk through that door, at any time.”

Raylan wasn’t done kissing Boyd, but he paused long enough to answer, “I’m flying back tomorrow. Fuck anybody.”

Boyd pushed Raylan away, rough but not exactly a shove. “Shit, boy, what’d you do that for?”

“Last time I came back I was here for the whole weekend, but you were gone. How’m I supposed to know where you are, what you’re doing? I had to take this time off too, Boyd. I do work for a living,” Raylan snarled. He wasn’t at Boyd’s beck and call, he didn’t have to justify his choices.

Boyd didn’t take the easy come back of what Raylan had chosen to do for his living, and Raylan was grateful for it. He didn’t want to have that argument at that precise moment. Instead, Boyd sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, speaking tightly, “When your mother died, I had two months left on my tour. It wasn’t like I could just call up command, tell ‘em sorry, I had to be in Harlan that week to take it up the ass from an old friend.”

I wrote this fucking fic from an LJ comment meme prompt from LJ user write_light (LJ tells me today is his birthday!) who I will never forget. The prompt was literally, "set fire to this house porn." And here we are fucking eleven or twelve years later at least. This is the start of something so long and so beloved to me...

I'm clearly feeling very nostalgic.

I don't even remember how I came up with the idea for this setup. I think I just wanted them to be young and have a reason to fuck. And it was definitely because they wanted to when they were 19 and didn't get to. And I needed to create an opportunity where they would, when the stakes were relatively low and it could just be extremely hot.

But then I had to go and throw in the idea of the house.

How much Raylan didn't want it because of what it represented. And so, he gifts it to Boyd, almost carelessly. He doesn't want it. Why not let Boyd stay there, and MAYBE he'll come back.

I think you have another ask about this though, so I'll save more thoughts about this for later.

[celebrrration]

#CelebRRRation Posting Rules

Hi friends!

As we are less than a week away from the start of our CelebRRRation festivities, @stanleykubricks​ and I ( @fangirlshrewt97​ ) thought we could go over the ground rules again and explain posting for the event. As always if you have any queries about it, feel free to send us an Ask!

This is a low-pressure event meant to encourage the creation of more fanworks for RRR. Fic, art, gifs, vids, podfic, music, memes, you name it—all are welcome.

You can find information regarding the prompts and the guidelines for the content of your entries here!

Posting Guidelines & Template:

Please use the appropriate event tag (#CelebRRRation22) for all submissions. All work must be original to the person entering it. We will not accept reposts that don’t have proper credit and approval from the original artist.

We will reblog all valid entries so please get in touch with us if you don’t see your entry up within a few days. You can also mention our blog @celebrrration to get our attention.

Is there a minimum word count?

No there isn’t, we will be accepting everything from five sentence memes all the way to multi-chapter fics. Poetry will also be accepted.

Is there any content that will not be allowed?

All entries should treat their subject matter respectfully and tag triggers appropriately.  

Can I submit a new chapter to a published fiction as my entry?

All work must be previously unpublished. New chapters of an already published work will not be accepted, however, a stand-alone one-shot based on an existing work is acceptable.

How rigid are the prompts?

We have tried to choose very open ended prompts and keep a good mix of prompts for each day so people would have the greatest number of options to choose. For prompts such as “Dosti” and “Naatu Naatu”, they are not strictly related to those two songs from the movie, but rather anything related to those songs.

Can I submit a work for multiple days?

Any work can include multiple prompts, but each entry will only be taken for one day! So choose accordingly!

Do I have to post for all the days?

Absolutely not! This event is meant to be fun. You can create as many or as few works as you are able to. If you can only submit one entry, then embrace that entry with all your heart, we will love it too.

Do the characters involved have to be in a romantic relationship or can I portray them platonically?

You are welcome to represent whoever you want, however you want!

Will you accept smut or PWP in your event?

Yes, you are welcome to submit this type of work as long as you tag and rate it appropriately, and follow all the other event rules.

How should I rate my fanfiction?

You should use the AO3 Guidelines . Please make sure to tag for any potential triggers.

Is there a limit to the amount of entries one can submit to this event?

You can submit as many entries as you want, there is no limit!

Will you accept late submissions?

Yes we will accept late submissions, if we don’t reblog it send us an ask or tag us in a reblog of it so we definitely see it but we’ll do our best to keep checking the event tag. We will accept fics into the event till the end of the month (October 31, 2022), as real life is hard and it can be easy to lose track of time.

Are AU’s allowed?

Yes, despite AU only being listed in the prompts for Day 5, you can use AUs for any of the other days as well.

What if I only want to post in AO3?

That’s fine! There is an option on AO3 to share your work to Tumblr. It will automatically generate a post for you! All you need to do is add the #celebrrration2022 tag and @celebrrration! Alternatively, you can send us a submission with the link, and we'll post it on this blog.

Posting Template

Please make sure to use the keep reading feature if your word count is higher than 300 words or one picture.

Please tag #celebrrration2022 and/or #celebrrration2022entry as well as @celebrration in all of your work. Remember to include the tags within your first five tags so they can be found when searched!

For some standard formatting, please include the following information at the start of your fanfiction or in your fanart caption:

Title:

Relationships:

Rating:

Warnings/Tags:

Day and Prompt:

If we have not answered your question please feel free to send us an ask and we’ll get back to you as quickly as possible. There are no stupid questions!

Looking forward to a lot of new RRR love,

Maddi and Sru!

[alyxovert]

I posted 428 times in 2022

82 posts created (19%)

346 posts reblogged (81%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 182 of my posts in 2022

#writing - 47 posts

#rp meme - 45 posts

#writing prompts - 43 posts

#sentence starters - 42 posts

#dialogue - 40 posts

#prompts - 40 posts

#roleplay meme - 40 posts

#angst - 29 posts

#fluff - 27 posts

#angst rp meme - 25 posts

Longest Tag: 130 characters

#lmao look at this cutesy aesthetic with a cutesy gif with the deep & edgy quote ‘watercolor eyes’ (no hate to lana i promise /srs)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

˗ˏˋprompts : meet cuteˎˊ˗

A fell asleep on public transport. B is sitting right next to them, and as they see the next stop coming up, they wake A up to ask if it’s their stop. (bonus points if B caught glimpses of them while they slept, adoring how peaceful they looked!)

A lost something in public and is freaking out. that is, until B found what A was looking for, and asks if it’s theirs.

it’s raining/snowing and B noticed A is without proper clothing/equipment, like an umbrella or a jacket. so what does B do? they ask if A wants their only jacket/asks A if they want to share an umbrella.

A and B get paired up for a boring project, but together they make it fun!

the classic “the parents dragged A and B to a boring party and they become friends.”

B gets something tasty looking from a restaurant/cafe/etc. and, despite A being shy or nervous, they ask what it is.

A wants the last of something (ex. a donut or bag) but they and B grab it simultaneously. now they stare at each other for a little too long before B frantically says, “you can have it!” and then they go back and forth insisting the other can have it. (bonus points if their hands touch!)

A and B are sitting next to each other on a long flight. despite them going to the same place, it’s for completely different reasons. A is going for a funeral, and B is going for a friend’s wedding. out of nowhere, A starts crying, and though it’s hardly audible, B notices and starts comforting A immediately. by the end of the flight, they both have each other’s numbers!

no one said these had to be realistic, right? perfect. A is out in public and sees a familiar figure. the thing is, A is mistaking B, a stranger A has never saw until now, for their best friend. A quickens their walking to catch up with their “best friend.” when they eventually do, they scare them from the back, but when B turns around, A’s smile falls. A expects B to get reasonably upset, but instead, B laughs. a strong friendship (maybe even a romantic relationship?) ensues.

again, might be unrealistic yet adorable! A finds a cat/dog on the street, but they don’t have a collar, so A starts treating them as their own. that is until B starts knocking on people’s doors, describing the pet and asking if anyone has seen them. when B gets to A’s door, A immediately knows they have that exact pet. depending on who you portray A to be, they may consider lying and saying they don’t have it, but in the end, they end up giving the pet back. the pet, however, is very attached to A, and tries to stay. B notices this and tells A that they can keep the pet, just as long as they stay in contact so B can visit it whenever! a strong relationship between A and B ensues :)

467 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

#4

˗ˏˋdialogue : comforting wordsˎˊ˗

“hey, are you okay?”

“do you want to talk?”

“is there something you need to tell me?”

“it’s okay. don’t cry.”

“it’s okay to cry.”

“let it all out. take your time.”

“it’s alright. i’m here.”

“i’m not going anywhere, don’t worry.”

“what’s wrong?”

“everything will be fine. i promise.”

“i got you.”

“i care.”

“is there anything i can do for you? a snack? a hug?”

“i could never hate you.”

“you’re not a monster.”

“nothing is wrong with you.”

“i wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“you’re safe.”

“we’ll get through this together.”

“just relax.”

“you deserve better than x.”

“get your anger/sadness out.”

“i love you.”

“do you wanna cuddle?”

“want to watch a movie or play a game to take your mind off of it?”

622 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#3

⊱┊dialogue : jealousy

jeal·ous·y (noun) • a sentiment which is born in love and which is produced by the fear that the loved person prefers someone else

change pronouns/tense as needed!

from the jealous…

“who was that?”

“just a friend, huh?”

“they don’t look at you like a friend.”

“i’m not jealous, i’m curious.

“so what if i’m jealous?”

“and just where do you think you’re going? let me guess… somewhere with x?”

“you spend more time with them than with me.”

“you two are so close, it’s adorable.” [sarcasm]

“you always seem happier with them than with me.”

“hope you two have a blast. go see a movie, grab a beer, maybe sneak a make-out session in between…” [sarcasm]

“what’re they doing texting you this late?”

“do they even know about me?”

“i’m not overbearing.”

“i thought you loved me.”

“i’m not the only one, am i?”

…to the victim

“it’s just a friend.“

“what? i’m not allowed to have friends?”

“do you trust me?”

“are you jealous?”

“you’re overthinking, love.”

“you don’t need to know where i am 24/7.”

“i’m just going shopping.”

“yeah, we are close. they’re my best friend.”

“was that sarcasm?”

“c’mon babe, you know it’s not like that—”

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672 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

#2

˗ˏˋdialogue : severe injury/illness ˎˊ˗

change pronouns/tense as needed!

“holy shit… that’s a lot of blood...”

“that looks infected.”

“you’re burning up!”

“do you need to throw up?”

“are you okay? does anything hurt? who did this to you?!”

“it’s not that much blood.”

“it’s not infected! it just needs to be cleaned.”

“burning up? i’m freezing.”

“god, i feel like i’m gonna throw up.”

“i feel awful.”

“name? are you awake…?”

“can you hear me?”

“fuck— you barely have a pulse…”

“try to stay awake. talk to me.”

“fuck it, i’m calling an ambulance.”

“yeah… i’m awake.”

“my ears are ringing.”

“is this hell?”

“i’m so tired…”

“i just— i just need some rest.”

“you have to stay awake.”

“keep your eyes open!”

“stay with me… please.”

“i need you…”

“i swear to fucking god— do not stop breathing!”

“i don’t know how long i can stay up…”

“i’m trying.”

“i’m sorry…”

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718 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

˗ˏˋdialogue : kissingˎˊ˗

change pronouns as needed!

“god– i wanna kiss you.”

“can i kiss you?”

“just one kiss and i’ll never ask again.”

“let me be your first.”

“it doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“then shut up and kiss me already.”

“hurry up. get it over with.”

“you can kiss my ass.”

“i never kissed before—”

“is this your way of asking me out or—”

“that was better than i thought it would be.”

“one more time?”

“huh. you don’t taste as toxic as i thought you would.”

“you sure that was your first time?”

“shit, i wasn’t supposed to enjoy that as much as i did.”

“that was worse than i thought it would be.”

“you– you want to do it again?”

“alright. never doing that again.”

“did i do it right?”

“you sure that it didn’t mean anything?”

“should we take this elsewhere?”

“let’s go somewhere private.”

“think i wanna do a little more than just kiss.”

“wish we weren’t in public…”

“think of this as a one time thing.”

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1,267 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

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[loveotomization]

i got unbaaaanned here's an ask: can i get a behind the scenes for (one of) your fav/s akekita scene/s you've written, any fic 👀 like, how did the idea come to you, or some fun fact abt the writing process... if you have anything to share ^^

Thank you for this!! I've been dying to have an excuse to talk about this stuff, you have no idea!

This wasn't exactly what you asked, but I thought I'd mention that people who have read my stuff in general point out my use of off-the-wall metaphors/similes. If anyone enjoys my little flair in doing this, I highly recommend reading the works of Peter Beagle! I shamelessly stole the technique from him and made it my own. I recommend starting off with The Last Unicorn (it's a classic for a reason), but any of his older works share a similar style (A Fine and Private Place, Folk of the Air). I'm not sure that I would be a writer today without him.

Anyway...

-Fun fact: Akechi is easier for me to write than Yusuke. I, too, am very angry inside and probably just need a hug lol It's cathartic. Although, two years of studying art in college actually helps with writing Yusuke, because I don't need to look up art terms.

-In Aesopica, the ending was highly inspired by my favorite Tokyo Ghoul fic, in which Kaneki turns the tables on Tsukiyama in the end (huge content warnings for that TG fic btw). I loved how satisfying the circular nature of it was and wanted to try something similar. I knew the ending I wanted to create right from the first chapter.

I cannot remember how I came up with the fruit bowl to both mark the passing of time, and the decay of their relationship. But go past me for coming up with that! My 2017 brain was the real mvp.

This is also my longest fic and you will not see me write anything this long again lol I just don't have it in me. Shout out to long fic writers, I'll have some of whatever you're snacking on.

I also remember this being something of a vent fic. I was sad and wanted to my faves to be sad together. While I do enjoy supportive akekit, where they both grow together, I also love when they just make each other worse.

-Sliced Halves, Light Syrup, please imagine me in the grocery store staring blankly at a can of peaches while concocting an entire fic. Writers are very normal people.

This is also my second most popular akekit fic. Fluff sells, I guess. I prefer my darker stuff tbh!

-After Aesopica, my personal favorite of mine is Psychosomatic. I'm shy about my love of organ-fondling since it's not a common thing to be into (there's not even an official ao3 tag for it lol), so I'm grateful to the person on the kink meme for prompting this. Knowing someone else was interested allowed me to put myself out there and write it. I re-read it not long ago just for fun, and it holds up. It's the intimacy of literally touching the insides of someone, you know?

-I'm scrolling through my akekit fics now and wow! I do not remember some of these? Who wrote these while I wasn't looking??

-Kilroy Was Here was going to be serious angst about Akechi forcibly kissing Yusuke so that he would no longer trust him, because he feels like he doesn't deserve trust, blah, blah... But the idea of Yusuke annoying the crap out of him before they got to that point was so funny to me that I had to run with it. If anyone was wondering about my sense of humor, this fic is it. (I am not funny)

-Born to be Posthumous 69 kudos harr harr... I enjoy this one even if it wasn't as popular as some of my others. I remember being depressed and angry and wanting to take it out on Akechi.

This is getting long now, but it was fun! Thank you again! Hopefully this wasn't too far from you asked! Most of my scenes just come to me as I'm writing with a basic idea in mind, so I just toss them in as I go. A humble chef tossing anything she finds in the fridge right into the soup.

Now that I'm back from my writing hiatus I definitely plan to bring out more akekit when I can!

[moldycrustyvoldy]

Lesson 2: Writers = Humans; you Pieces of shit

There better be reblogs with fucking memes of crying children or I’m gonna be pissed. Anyway toodaloo :))))))))))

Today’s Lesson: What is a Fanfiction Writer/Creator? I Think They Might Be a Human with Feelings Too?!?!?!?

Hold up. Wait. Hold the phone. The master behind the words on your screen are people too? Somebody call fucking Einstein cause this shit is a revelation. Like the words how make me giggle with teeth-sickening cotton candy fluff, and the words that make me fucking sob until I’m nauseous and can’t breathe let alone make it through my day are written by people? HOLD. THE. PHONE. 😧

I know you guys are absolutely losing your marbles. But I’ve got something that’s gonna rip this fandom (jegulus fandom in particular im staring at you) apart. Guess. Just guess. 

Do people have feelings too?!?!? WAIT. So they write and have lives? They’re not just waiting all day 24/7 for me to demand a new AU or prompt for them to write or create? WRITERS HAVE JOBS? FAMILIES? KIDS? They cry and smile too? They go through trauma and happiness and all the emotions???? They need breaks??? SDIHFSIEUFBOEFHCNOWEHVOWEVBNWEVOV THIS IS FUCKING BREAKING NEWS RIGHT?!?!🤯

Okay for those of you who cannot breathe right now, it’s okay, I know this information is a lot. You’re stupidity will pass I promise. Let me rub your back with your consent (consent what's that???) as we take deep breaths together. 

Alrighty assholes, stop fucking breathing im tired of rubbing your fucking back. As soon as this fandom got bigger (jegulus fandom), people started acting like it was commissioned writing. “You tell me and I’ll write word for word.” 

I think we’re having some trouble comprehending this. Let’s break it down with an example shall we? 

Fay (she/her) had just joined the marauders fandom after being kicked out of the Star Wars fandom for god knows what. She’s a perfect little angel, isn’t she? So Fay decided to explore the marauders corner of ao3. Suddenly, she doesn’t find the specific “Star Wars au, wolfstar, hurt no comfort, no guns or physical/emotional pain allowed” fic. What a tragedy!! So Fay decided, “you know what? let’s harass ASK my favorite wolfstar author until they write my fic!!”

If you’re like Fay, SHUT THE FUCK UP.

I WILL EXPLAIN THIS ONCE AND ONCE ALONE.

Authors are not puppets. Authors are not puppets. Authors are not puppets. Authors are not puppets. 

I HAD TO SAY IT 4 FUCKING TIMES BECAUSE CLEARLY IT GOES IN ONE EAR AND WRIGGLES ITS SLIMLY LITTLE ASS OUT THE OTHER EAR

If you haven’t noticed or it hasn’t gone through your pea-sized brain yet, this is a hobby for writers. HOBBY. 

(Noun) “an activity done regularly in one's leisure time for pleasure.”

and if you’re really stupid here’s an example, "her hobbies are reading and gardening.”

OMG look, you learned a new word!!! Congrats!! auggie is so proud of you. 🥳🥰😝🥰🤪😘🤪

 But can we handle one more word? Let’s try.

“A fanfiction is a story created by someone who earns no money* and still share it with the community.”

Why don’t we try summarizing what we learned today?

NO MONEY = FREE

HOBBY = SOMETHING YOU DO FOR FUN

AUTHORS = PEOPLE WITH FEELINGS = NOT PUPPETS

If this lesson was hard for you to understand, honey you are the problem. I’ll be back to run your asses through the fire again later!

Notes:

Technically there’s a fine line when it comes to “kicking out of a fandom”. It’s a very broad term. I know some people will come at me with your little questions and what not. In a fandom you cannot necessarily be “kicked out”. Yes you may be blocked but other members cannot just take away your internet access or interest and stop you from enjoying it? I mean it more as a general statement, as a whole. If you’re getting “kicked out” for valid reasons you fucked up bro, not the fandom.

AND I know absolutely nothing about the Star Wars fandom, so don’t ask me random questions I don’t have opinionated or hc answers to.

**I’m not getting into the money shit with you guys because that’s a fucking hole I would never want to die in so as a general statement for our purposes, most of the fanfiction authors earn no money for their creative talents*

[q-gorgeous]

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#when helped down and asked what he was doing up there he simply replied ‘tired’ and went on his way home.”

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Organ Harvest

trying no links to ao3 or ffn again cuz my last one didnt do so good and im not sure if its because of that or the time it was posted but! heres this one. this is not a continuation of the rest of my ectober fics so far, this one goes on its own. i combined these two prompts because i put them in the calendar like this so why wouldnt i kjbhgv

WARNINGS: vivisection, dissection, off screen character death

the dismemberment song

Jack walked in through the front door holding two bags of groceries. He kicked the door closed behind him with his foot and dropped his keys into the bowl on the table that sat beside the couch. 

“I’m home!” Jack called into the house. No one responded. 

He set the bags of groceries down on the kitchen counter and turned to face the basement door. 

“Maddie, are you down there? It’s about time we should start making dinner.”

No reply. The only thing he heard was the clinking of metal as it was placed down on one of the metal counters. They hadn’t made any plans to dissect or study any ghosts today. What was she doing down there?

Jack pushed open the basement door the rest of the way and started heading down the stairs to the lab. 

As he got closer to the second door that was slightly ajar, he could smell copper and iron, it burned his nose on the way in. If she was going to be doing experiments down here, the second door should have been shut. They’ve had enough ecto contamination in their food even after they stopped storing samples inside the fridge upstairs. What was the point of having these safety measures if they weren’t even going to-

Jack froze. The door glided to a stop after he pushed it open, making a shrill creaking sound. 

Maddie stood in front of the operation table arms deep inside their son's chest.

Blood coated her arms all the way up to her elbows, gradually fading into ectoplasm. When she turned to look at him she had a frightening glint in her eyes and a kidney in her hands. 

Scattered around her were jars and jars filled with formaldehyde and various organs. She turned away from him and placed the kidney she was holding into one of the open jars. 

Maddie turned to face Jack again and as he searched her face he doesn’t find a single ounce of remorse anywhere. 

“What did you do to our son?” Jack asked with a shaky voice. 

Maddie tsked. “That thing wasn’t our son.”

“Excuse me?” Jack asked lowly. “He’s laying right there. You’re covered in his blood.”

“It’s all a part of this ghost’s trickery. A last ditch attempt to save itself.” Maddie turned to look at where their son laid on the cold metal table. “I was performing a vivisection on Phantom. Then suddenly a light was engulfing his body and when it dissipated he had turned into Danny. I don’t know how he had been able to disguise himself well enough for his ectoplasm to turn red but it’s not Danny.”

“Then where is Danny? Where is our son?”

Maddie waved his questions off. “I dropped him off at the Nasty Burger earlier today. I found Phantom not too long after that fighting another ghost across the street. He begged me to listen to him, that he needed to tell me something.” Maddie let out a sharp laugh. “How funny it is how much he tries to mimic us, to trick us. I never let it fool me though, and I finally got him.”

Jack's horror was mounting. 

His son was dead. His son was dead and Maddie was too blind to believe she had killed him. 

Did she not think it too much of a coincidence that she found Phantom where Danny was supposed to be? How much they looked alike now that he was thinking about it? How could she still not see it when Phantom turned into their son and died with her hands in his chest?

Jack turned around and started stumbling up the stairs.

“Oh, Jack, sweetie, are you okay? Perhaps I should have warned you before you came down. I was just so wrapped up in my research that I forgot to call you.”

He pulled the basement door shut behind him in the kitchen and panted, leaning against the door.

“Dad, are you okay?” Jazz walked up to him with a glass of water. 

He shook his head. “I need you to go outside and wait across the street.”

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145 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#4

it begins. 

147 notes - Posted April 3, 2022

#3

Treat

“Come on, Danny. Let’s go out for a little treat. How about some ice cream?”

Jazz watched as her mother struggled to get Danny’s jacket on. She pulled one arm through first and then the other. Danny stood there, unmoving, staring at nothing, while Maddie fussed over him. 

Ever since Danny came home he was different.

One day Maddie came home late at night, cheering to the whole household that she found Danny. That Danny was home. Jazz ran down the stairs while Maddie was telling Danny how much everyone missed him, how they were all so worried. But something seemed off. Something wasn’t right. 

Danny barely reacted to anything. Even once he was home and got settled, he never said anything. He was mute now. He never looked like he was there mentally. His eyes were always glassy, like he was never focused on what he was looking at. That he didn’t care to see what was in front of him. And the way he moved was very monotonous, almost robot like. 

Maddie toted him around with her everywhere these days. She said she just wanted to spend time with him. That she was trying to get him to come back out of his shell. But Jazz was skeptical about that. It was almost like Maddie wanted to keep an eye on him. Like if she took her eyes off of him for a moment something would happen. 

Danny never went ghost anymore either. When she hugged him for the first time after he came back he was so warm, much warmer than he had been in so long. It had unsettled her. It set off the alarms inside her head. She knew something horrible must’ve happened. 

But what happened that had such an effect on him? What could he have possibly gone through if he had simply been wandering the streets, like Maddie said he was when she found him? What could have so severely damaged his ghost half that he was no longer cold?

Maddie thought no one noticed her sneaking around at night. That no one noticed the new pills she had started giving Danny with his daily multivitamin. She said it was medication for his PTSD but she hadn’t even taken him to a doctor after she brought him home. How could she have gotten him a diagnosis or medication without talking to a doctor?

Every once in a while Jazz thought she could see whatever hold her mother had on Danny slipping. When the effects of whatever she was doing to him wore off. His eyes would focus, he’d look around. And then their mother would hand him another pill. 

But as Danny and Maddie were walking out the door, he turned his head up towards Jazz, looking straight into her eyes. This was the first time he had even looked at her since he came home. He gave her a small nod and headed out the door, pulling it shut behind him. 

Jazz’s legs felt shaky. She stood there and looked at the front door. 

What did her mother do to Danny?

263 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

#2

304 notes - Posted April 3, 2022

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[karmabcmb]

Guidelines

Hello there! Here we are again, because I love this muse and refuse to let him be ruined. A bit of craziness made me leave, three times, and it's not going to happen again. I've decided to tweak the rules a little bit, reword things a little and whatnot, so I'll apologize now if things sound harsh, but...well, that's a small apology, because apparently harsh is what I need to do. So, here goes:

This is an independent blog. I like to avoid any sort of fandom drama, and even though I know the inFamous crowd is relatively small nowadays, I'm still going to say I'm not directly affiliated with them.

I don't do OOC drama. If you're the type to start it, or enjoy being involved in it, good for you but please keep it away from me.

If you don't like something I'm doing, the unfollow button exists. The block feature exists. Use them. If it's something I can work on, by all means, I am willing to talk about it like adults, but otherwise? Move along.

On the subject of fandoms: I do not care which you're in, or whether I know a single thing about it. I am very open to crossovers and absolutely adore writing the most unlikely of meetings, or creating verses and exploring different aspects of my muse when he's centered in another universe, and so forth. Please, come at me!

The same goes for OCs. I don't expect OCs to be perfectly polished and whatever. A lot of aspects can show and solidify as they interact with other characters and situations, and I am all about being part of that. So, yeah, OCs? Bring 'em here, let me love them.

Shipping: As much as I want to, I'm not going to say that I won't ship on this blog. Things happen, muses mesh - I'm not going to shoot it down if the chemistry is there and everyone is on board. Just know I'm...a little gun shy, so to speak, about shipping this muse, so it might take me a bit to really get behind it. Once I do, though, god help you. I will bombard you with random crap about our ship until you're absolutely sick of me.

Please do not force ships. That is all.

Replies may be slow. I work a lot, but I'll always try to pop on at least once a day. Whether I just lurk, send memes, or actually write, though... it'll vary by day. Patience is appreciated.

Minor godmodding is okay. Things like, assuming my muse passed yours something when prompted in a thread is generally okay. If I had a different plan, I'll definitely let you know but for the most part, it's cool. Anything more than that, and it'll be a problem

I will not write with anyone under 18. I myself am 21+ and it weirds me out, so for my own comfort, I prefer not to write with minors. Also, I am not going to shy away from subjects that may venture into 'adults only' territory - I'm not against smut, if things work out for it, down for violence and foul language, dark themes, and so on - so that's yet another reason I say 18+. Do not lie about your age. If I find out you have, I will block you, no questions asked.

I read everyone's rules and about pages, if they're available. Common courtesy, as far as I'm concerned, so I always make a point to do so.

Mutuals are welcome to my Discord, Telegram, Steam, etc., If they would like. Just hit me up and I'll be happy to give you my handle. Let me know who you are, though, if you add me, just so I don't have to play 'creep or not creep'.

I'm not gonna make you send in a password or anything to interact with me. Instead, I'm gonna do a little thing: if you're feeling up to it, throw a word at me in an ask, and I will write a little starter for our muses based around that word. Not a requirement, but hey, we're all here to write together, right? Let's kick it off right away!

And that should do it! Thanks for taking a second to read through these, and I look forward to writing with you all!

[chordsykat]

With the ask meme 3, 7, 21, 43, A, B, H for ur mtl gals :) quite a few number of prompts for quite a few number of characters but my curious brain itches for that sweet sweet oc lore

ALRIGHT LET'S DO THIS 3: How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?) Nita: Scrolling through her phone on TikTok until she passes out. Cherry: Scrolling through her phone on StackOverflow until she passes out. Caj: Doesn't sleep AFIK. Sparkles: Gets into pajamas, grabs her favorite teddy bear, puts on a blackout eye mask and headphones... cranks Cannibal Corpse until slumber hits. 7: What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling? Nita: Her choker and no. Had a solid reason for this during the old stories from before, but I’m more ambiguous about it now. Need to explore it, but I do know that it is not a good. It is a bad. Cherry: The smell of good weed. And hell yeah. Caj: Snow always reminds her of home, no matter where she is in the world and it’s a happy association. Sparkles: Something is triggering her reaction to Murderface’s fail-flag more than just its existence in Dethkomic’s second chapter and I haven’t figured that out yet. She’s obviously bothered by it though, and I want to explore that a bit more. :)

21: Why do they get up in the morning?

Nita: Just generally high on life, like... all the time. Constantly. Every day is a new opportunity to have the best day ever! =3 Cherry: Probably can’t sleep for more than a few hours at a time each night. I have a feeling Cherry’s got a mind that races, even during sleep. She might have trouble NOT waking. Caj: Again, doesn’t sleep so cannot wake. Sparkles: AN UNRELENTING SENSE OF JUSTICE FOR ALL THAT MUST BE UPHELD. A:  Why are you excited about this character?

Nita: She’s SO happy and upbeat it makes me joyous by proxy to see her overcome the shit I throw her way and puts me in a good mood to write for her.  Cherry: Just an intense amount of emotional turmoil from the start, Cherry is like, such a guilty pleasure when it comes to writing angst. It’s mean, but she’s a fictional person, so it’s not. Caj: I like writing heavy-action scenes if you couldn’t tell, and Caj scratches the itch for quintessential badass you want to root for. Sparkles: If I had to pick one character I could write scenes for, forever, it’d be Sparkles (and not just because writing dialogue for her is a breeze!) She’s full of heart and her charms mean writing scenes around her practically run on autopilot. I find it seriously easy.

B:  What inspired you to create them?

Nita: Answered at-length right here! Cherry: Needed a character who could be the “glue” that ties everyone together, as well as someone whose connection with Pickles was immediate and relatable. Also wanted an older voice of reason and thought it’d be an excellent decision to pair that with someone who did a lot of drugs. Caj: Needed someone who kicked Skwisgaar off People’s Sexiest Man Alive #1 spot. Twice. Sparkles: I had no idea how to make a counterpart for Murderface at first, but then I realized he needed a friend more than a foil. Seriously, this was one of the weirdest turning points in my writing journey when I was younger: I came to terms with the idea that sometimes people could just be meant for one another and they didn’t need a complicated backstory or drama or any of it.

H:  What trait do you admire most?

Nita: I would obviously say her optimism is impressive, but too, I think the fact that she doesn’t seem to take shit from people, even when they’re Nathan and 3x her size, is even more admirable. Cherry: I like that she’s loyal to those she’s close to, to a fault. I mean, the girl spends 90% of Dethkomic agonizing over whether or not her actions, despite being for the greater good, are going to end up hurting someone she cares about very deeply... and you can tell there are a few times she nearly abandons the whole plan over it. Caj: Answered at length right here! Sparkles: She’s just the most pure human you could ever ask for, which is doubly-great for how animal-like I make her. :)

Okay, Woo! Loved doing a bunch at once like that! Wow, you guys flatter me with your interest in my stories. Love you all and thanks for sending me questions this afternoon. Always open to ‘em :D

[waluigis-biggest-fan]

Brubabs Examination (With a Hint of Batjokes)

A while back, I answered a prompt from @multi-fandom-memes asking which I'd rather see, Brubabs or Jokebats and I don't think I properly dived into that whole can of worms, or at least I have more ideas.

Firstly, a quick recap of my thoughts on Jokebats: I don't like it.

I get that there are many versions of the characters but I like too much of the canon around Joker being a universally terrible person to get rid of it. If we get rid of the worst aspects of Joker's character we lose two of my favorite characters (Harley and Red Hood) as well as the criticism on the way heroes can be argued to create their own villains. The Joker only does things because he wants Batman's attention so in a way, everything the Joker does is Bruce's fault by association which is why the temptation of killing him is so great. It misses the point entirely to remove the one sided element of Joker's obsessive fixation and it replaces all that with an honestly pretty mediocre dynamic. Bruce and Joker are rivals because they represent the exact opposite of each other. Sanding down their edges and making them lovers removes everything interesting from their rivalry.

So anyways, with that out of the way, Brubabs. Jesus christ, where to start. Brubabs is a very complex issue, on one hand, the relationship has never been characterized as abusive or detrimental in canon (despite how obviously abusive it would be so in any realistic scenario), on the other, total annihilation of the bro code via sleeping with your son's ex-girlfriend. There's no overlap in the relationships but that doesn't make it better. Timeline is still: Barb and Dick break up, Bruce and Barb get horizontal, Bruce gets Barb preggers, Barb and Dick get back together, and Barb finds out she's pregnant and there's no way its Dick's. Still pretty bad even if there was no technical cheating.

The dynamic is alright with them being pretty default besides the obvious daddy's girl element that nobody's really explored yet (the day they do, I'll fuckin' party because that's gonna be comedy gold and neat to explore). Of course all this can be avoided if you just alter the characters in a new timeline. Get rid of Dickbarb (and with that ship name I'm eager to do so) and age up Barb. Then again, if you change characters so majorly then there's no reason to just make new characters. There's no reason this aged up Barb can't just be a new character and have the old one remain the same. It expands the DCU. However, comics, and especially Batman, don't exactly view reboots or alternate continuities changing characters so majorly as a foreign concept, just look at the disparity in characterization between the Dark Knight, Batman Forever, and the Lego Batman movie, and its hardly the first time a fandom would discard canon to that extent just to make a ship happen, just look at my recent Dramione post as a perfect example. The fandom's Draco Malfoy is a calm collected intellectual who always has a sly comeback delivered with surgical precision and a completely different character to the canon Draco Malfoy who is a whiny, petulant, blood purist, elitist brat in the first half of the series and a sack of fear and coping in the second.

I feel like I should also clarify my position on Brubabs: its never been done well in canon. Its also basically only good for trashy fanfiction in its current depiction. I've thought about this a lot since their interaction in the Mystery of the Batwoman is one of my favorite ship dynamics, (You could argue I basically wrote a slightly more taboo Brubabs relationship with 2 of my OCs) but fundamentally, the whole thing is a train wreck that only hurts everything it touches and DC needs to have a strict rule that Bruce Timm can't have anything in his stories about it.

So yeah. that's my full examination of the ship. I'll also encourage you to give @gothamlioness1 's examination of Batjokes VS Brubabs a read through since it goes way more in depth into different canons and why Batjokes is just flat out awful and more problematic than Brubabs but both ships are far from squeaky clean. Thanks for reading this far, have a wonderful day.

[jvstheworld]

Ted Lasso Fan Fiction: One Week

This is my first time posting a fanfic of mine. I used a prompt from a book of 101 Flash Fiction Prompts. The prompt I used was to create a story set over the course of a week. It's a little self-indulgent, as I wrote it while going through some personal shit and I needed to cheer myself up somehow. I hope it's okay.

Monday:

I saw him, standing outside a pub. He seemed friendly, talking to some regulars it looks like. I looked at my phone for a moment and he turned and bumped into me. My phone on the ground. He apologised, American accent coming in thick. Out of Place. But then one look at his soft brown eyes and I forgot everything. He gave me my phone back and asked if I was okay. I nodded. He smiled. Does the rest of the world exist right now? He spoke again:

"Have a nice day now."

Then he left.

What just happened?

Tuesday:

I sat in a local coffee shop. Bored. All Tuesdays are boring. But then he walks in. The man from yesterday. American accent and all. he sees me sitting by the window and says hi. Apparently speech evades me when this man is near. I wave. He asks to sit with me. I am not an idiot. Well, I am in terms of not being being able to speak. I gesture instead. He introduces himself as Ted Lasso. My stepbrother is called Ted. Really brain? There is an attractive man in front of us and you think of your stepbrother? I'm more of an idiot than I thought. Ted asks for my name. Oh shit, I know this one.

'It's Jack.'

Oh hey, words. Two is a good start. He smiles at me. God damn it, he's cute. The cheeks, the eyes, the dimples too! Was he talking? Shit. What did he say?

'I just wanted to apologise again for bumping into you yesterday and making you drop your phone.' `

'It's fine.' Four words, maybe you could manage a whole sentence by the end of the week. He takes his coffee in a to go cup and hopes he'll see me around for more sparkling conversation. so, he's funny too? Then he leaves.

Fuck, I think I like him.

Wednesday:

Ted is there again. In the park. He knows one of the school kids playing football and he's joining in. He's kind of shit at it. He spots me and waves. I wave back.

'Fancy meeting you here. That's like three days in a row we've seen each other.' He's been counting? Yeah, of course he has been, dumbass. It's a pretty unusual situation here.

'Hi Ted.' Three more words and you'll break yesterday's record.

'You live around here, if you don't mind my asking?' I point in the direction of my flat. He asks if I'm from London. Fuck no! I'm a Yorkshire lass through and through... He's laughing... Wait, did I say that out loud?

'Sorry, automatic response.' He laughs again.

'Well, I respect your honesty and your bluntness.' There's that smile again. Oh Lord, I am not your strongest. There's a moment or two of silence.

'Would you like to join me on a walk?' Say yes, say yes, say yes!

'Yes.' Then we walk away.

Thursday:

I got his number! And we text non stop. Gifs, videos, memes, pictures. Anything and everything. We don't stop. He's funny and charming, disarmingly so. I feel like a teenage girl laying on her bed kicking her feet in the air, crushing over a boy. I never did that when I was a teenager, yet here I am doing it as an adult. But he's kind and is curious. He asks questions. He asks questions! Not even my own father gives a shit about my life enough to do that. Ted does, and he remembers it. This man must be a unicorn or something. Is that a Supernatural reference? He asks if I'm free for dinner on Saturday as he has a game tomorrow. Stupid football. I am definitely watching it. I say yes to dinner, 6pm. He'll pick me up...

Is this a date?

Friday:

Of course I watched the football match. For the first time in my life, I watched a football match. And now I have to go buy a team shirt. The things I do for a possible love interest. No, I'm not in love. Lust, most likely. But love? Too early for that. Besides, how would I even know what love is like? I've never been in love before. Sure I have friends and family that I love (very few), but romantic love, that escapes me. What if Ted isn't looking for love? Maybe he just wants a friend. Is tomorrow a date? I'm too scared to ask. What if I ruin things by asking? I don't want to do that. What do I wear?

Saturday:

I was ready by 5pm. Wearing a simple, short, red summer dress, black ankle boots, light black jacket. Good for a casual dinner with a friend or a date. Now I wait. Waiting, waiting, waiting. 5:13... 5:29 Longest hour of my life... 5:56, a knock at the door. He's there. Hair combed back, black suit, white shirt, red tie. It's a date.

We walk, talk, compliments fly. Arm in arm, his touch is gentle against me. We sit, we dine, we never stop talking. The conversation flows as easily as a bird flies on a clear day. He makes jokes, I laugh, even at the worst. I watch his hands in constant motion, even they are perfect. He's sad though. His divorce, his son, parts of his life missing. What's it like to be in love?

'You've never?' Now it's his turn to see what parts I'm missing from my life. I look at him with the same sort of sadness I see in him. We talk more, share more, honesty and understanding. No judgement. Emotional intimacy, that's what we have.

We leave the restaurant, taking the long way home, finding a park bench and sit. How much time has passed? Do I even care? All I want is to be here with him, listening to his voice. Can I hold his hand? Did he read my mind? I know I didn't say that out loud. It's warm, comforting, squeezing mine tightly for just a moment to let me know he is still there. I could cry. I am crying. Stop crying.

'I understand,' He wipes away a tear. 'It's hard being alone, when all you want is someone to see you and love you for who you are.'

He takes me home, walking arm in arm, holding him tight, and savouring every second of touch like it could be our last. His smile is sad when he has to wish me goodnight. I don't want him to leave. I reach out for him to pull him back. There's something I need to know. His lips on mine, his arms around me, my hand in his hair, his gorgeous hair. He's soft and tender, loving and giving. Like magic that makes the world fall away. We break for air and look into each others deep brown eyes.

'Stay?'

Sunday:

My bed has never been comfier. Perhaps that's because of the man I'm sleeping on. So... Last night really did happen. I see him softly dreaming. My fingers ghost over his messed up hair. My fault. Then over his forehead, and down the slope of his nose. Trying to burn this to memory. I trace his lips, how many times did I kiss them? How many times did they kiss me? Anywhere and everywhere they could find. The noises he brought out of me, they excited him, spurred him on. His hands, things of wonder. Holding on to me even in sleep. Oh, how I could worship his hands.

'Never let me go.' That time I meant to say it out loud.

'I won't.' I see his eyes again as they open and I fall for him more. He brings his hand up to my chin and pulls me forward to kiss me again. I could worship those lips. The feel of his mustache adding to the sensation.

'I could get used to this.' I want to get used to this. His thumb brushes over my lips. His smile isn't as sad anymore. My hand continues to ghost over his skin. Down his chest and over his stomach, the dark patch of hair covering him tickles my palm and fingers. I kiss his chest, holding him close. I don't want him to disappear. He holds me tighter, does he feel the same? we stay in bed, holding, touching, loving. Safe. We feel safe.

On Monday, we were strangers, Tuesday too. Wednesday we became friends. Thursday and Friday getting closer. Saturday, I fell for him, he fell for me. By Sunday, we were lovers, holding on to forever.

As I said, it was self-indulgent, but I'm trying to start writing again. So I guess it was kind of an experiment. Look, good or bad, I tried which for me is good start. If you made it to the end, thanks for reading.

[mammonswhore]

Heyo! How would the Obey Me brothers react to MC being a teenager/younger gen Z? Like, the paper-work got mixed up somehow, and said they were like 26, when they were actually like 16? Also (you don't have to include this), what if the teen MC was actually really interested in demons and angles before coming to devildom, so they're really nervous, but also really excited? If you don't wanna do it, that's fine tho :) Have a great day/night!

I love this prompt! Have a great day too,love🖤

Brothers reaction to MC being a Gen Z teen. (Platonic)

✒Lucifer.

He can already picture himself struggling with you.

Six brothers to take care of + a TEEN? Man is about to loose it.

If you are an introverted he will like you automatically and feel relieved that you will not always get into his brothers shenanigans.

If you are an extroverted (or just a curious one tbh) he will keep an eye on you 24/7 so you won't get into Mammon schemes or Satan's nerves and get yourself in trouble.

Really amused if you like demons and angels, will curse himself for misreading but will not hate himself too much since you are not that scared.

Gets tired of you quickly if you make too many questions and will always send you to ask Mammon or if it's something that he doesn't know himself he will ask Diavolo and tell you later but he will (of course) act all high and mighty as if he already knew the answer to such question.

Will practically adopt you and spoil you a lot because hes is big brother.

Overprotective. Oh you met a lesser demon and you want to go on a date with them? Haha he won't let you.

You will be the only person who gets in trouble and leaves with just a warning.

Also you are totally his soft spot. Man can't resist your sad face and will do anything to make you happy even if he doesn't like to admit that.

Totally lost when it comes to TikTok/memes references and will ask about it a lot.

✒Mammon

He is amazing. Not only does whatever you ask him to but also has the best ways to get you out of boredom.

He will teach you how to scam people and how to be a good thief even if you don't need it or want it.

Teaches you about demons and angels without even knowing. Sometimes he drops random facts but it's not until he realizes you write down what he says that he stops doing it just to hear you ask him things so he can act all smug and smart.

If someone breaks your heart he will be ready to throw hands,no one hurts their little siblings.

Like Lucifer,he adopted you and always claims to be "the one you choose to be with you first" making sure his brothers hear him.

He will help you make your homework. Even if he doesn't understand he will try his best.

Please refer to him sometimes as "big brother" he will die.

When he saves your ass from getting killed by lesser demons he will be ready to receive the biggest hug ever and is absolutely ready to be praised.

If he saves you and you say "thanks,big brother" now you have a problem. He will brag about it for a week (at least).

Will steal things from you to keep them with him when he is going thru an episode. It reminds him that someone thinks of him as worthy and love deserving.

Will die for you,you are not only family now but his favorite person.

Will compliment you in the best brotherhood way he can "looking good today,kid", "your hair looks nice,brat" and "You are the best looking sibling after me of course" are his go to compliments. Mostly does it because you compliment him back and because he knows his comments make you feel closer to him and boy loves it.

✒Levi

If you are an introvert like him you can expect him to go out of his room more often just to see you or talk to you.

If you are not he will try to make you an indoors person but if he can't he is might be willing to take a risk and go out once a week but just to the manga store and back,don't expect more,normie.

If you like any thing he likes he will try to test you and prove he is better than you,he doesn't give a fuck you are practically a child he can't loose.

If he wins he will be very happy and more open to you to open up with some things.

If he doesn't win he will cry when he is alone and call himself an ugly unworthy idiot who can't even be considered an otaku but relax my dude,MC will go to you and reassure you you know better than them and that they will love to hear what you have to say (even if they don't mean it,they love you and will love to see you happy again).

Knows the basics about demons and angels so he is not the best to go to if you have too many questions. That's the only time he will let his envy go away and tell you to go to Satan or Lucifer since they know more than him.

He does not takes his duty as a big brother as something serious since Lucifer is always there but if you call him "big brother" he is going to take that role serious but for you and you only.

Will 100% find siblings cosplays and gets you to do it with him.

If you ever said something like "I'm lucky that my big brother is also my best friend" he might tear up a little since he has never been considered someone's best friend ever.

If any of his brothers try to get you to call him "big brother" he will go on a rampage unless it's Lucifer. Boy is envious not dumb.

If it was Lucifer he will go to him later and ask you if he can stop trying to get you to call him that way because that's they way you call him and it makes him feel special. Lucifer will probably agree because he knows Levi doesn't feel special often so he might give in; if he doesn't Levi will start an argument and won't stop until Lucifer cuts him off or agrees.

Keep calling him big brother, he adores it.

✒Satan

As grumpy as he is,he loves to have yo by his side. Not because he loves company but because he likes to be able to answer all your questions.

Ask him anything about demons or angels and he knows it,fuck he is smart.

Will get you a notebook so you can write what he says and will give you books to read as "extra homework" it's kind of a bad deal if you think of it but it's his way to show love.

The only person who calls him "big brother" often is Asmo and got used to it coming from him and him only. If he hears you calling him that way he will probably jump out of happiness when he is alone but for know he will just answer to that name name and act like nothing happened.

You don't want to do your homework? Fine you can copy mine but just this once.

If you struggle with anything he will solve it for you,no cap.

He will get you cat themed items like pencils, notebooks,necklaces or rings.

Matching is a must. Not because he likes the concept of being associated with a part of someone but because he will love to brag with his brothers obviously.

Will definitely get mad if you ask any type of demon/angel related thing to others.

Names a cat after you but it's the cats middle name so he won't get mocked. Won't tell you tho.

Very very protective but good at hiding it. He might be following you down the street but you wouldn't even know. Kinda creepy? Yes. Have you ever got eaten? Nope.

✒Asmo

Yes! Exactly what he was waiting for.

You are part of his experiments. You don't like makeup? Well now you do. What type of clothes do you have? Do you have an aesthetic? No? Well now you do.

He is always there when you need him to. Best of them all to give advise when needed.

Definitely will be annoyed by all of your questions but will try to be as gentle as possible to tell you that.

Can help you to become really good at comebacks,believe him he knows best than anyone.

He is the one making sure you are educated when comes to sex. Simple but worthy lessons such as "sex is about experimenting and finding what you really like but you always need your partners consent" or "always have a safe word,even when you have vanilla type of sex" or the best one yet "if they want to fuck with you that's fine but always remember to use protection because I will not like to see you having a child so young or having an abortion" because yeah that's what big brothers do.

If you hit him with the "you are the best,big brother" he will jump into your arms and say that he knows he is the best but that hearing that was way too magical,do it again!

He is very aware of insecurities and will try to be the shoulder you cry on if you need to,he is always there to wipe of your tears (or wipe off the ones who hurt you).

Not as protective as the others but keeps an eye on you because your curiosity might hurt you.

Will be crushed if he sees you suffering from the most minimal thing. That lipstick does not fit your skin color? Fuck that lipstick! We are getting new ones,go get Lucifers card!

Spoils you way more than any other because he wants to create a brat. He needs to have someone like you who will cling into Lucifer and beg him to let you do dumb things because you know Lucifer can't say no to you. He needs your power and is not afraid to tell you that

Constant reassurance. He always calls you by cute nicknames and as long as you call him "my beautiful big brother" every time he is amused.

✒Beel

Baby is ready to give you life lessons. Don't stab anyone,drink enough water and be patient with the ones you love.

Yes,he learned the "don't stab anyone" from talking to Belphie.

Is very lost when it comes to you being so interested in demons and angels because he is not used to be the one answering the questions but making them. Bare with him, he is trying to get a good answer.

Will ask for advice on how to answer you, probably goes to Lucifer but mostly Belphie.

Soon you two start doing things together that involve learning from humans and angels. Maybe you are walking down the street working out and when you both start chatting about demon life and suddenly everything stops.

Beel is clueless when it comes to comforting someone about an insecuritie since he was the one being comforted most of the times but will give you space if you need to or do whatever you feel comfy with.

If you call him "big brother" he will hug you like no one has ever hugged you before. Teddy bear hugs are a must now.

Will die for you and is not afraid of telling you such. "MC I will die for you" "whAt?" "As your big brother I may protect you with my life" "Please don't."

Tells you how much he wants you to be happy and constantly asks if you have any type of dreams or goals.

If you do have goals or dreams he will encourage you to go get it. Beel is there to support you no matter what.

✒Belphie.

Absolutely fucking not.

Why is everyone spoiling this stupid brat and not me? I hate them.

But hold on there,he doesn't completely hates you he just hates the attention you get.

If you go to him with a soft attitude and ask him if you can nap together he will say yes and will enjoy the moment a lot .

He has never been someone's big brother so it kinda hits him if you call him like that and will try to act confident and smug about it but it's kinda terrified.

What if he doesn't catch up on the big brother thing and fucks up? He doesn't want to disappoint you or make you feel awkward. So he copies his big brother and tries his best,believe me he does.

You need help with something? Ugh well I will help but you owe me one (you don't owe him anything really,he just doesn't wants to be seen as soft for you). Oh did someone caused you problems? No biggie,I will take care of it.

Spoiler alert: he is very overprotective with you,he doesn't want to lose you.

[tucweek]

Underland Chronicles Fandom Week 2021

Get ready for the fourth annual Underland Chronicles Fandom Week, aka TUC Week!

Last year, we blew our record for most submissions out of the water with 55 new pieces of content––let’s break that record again!

What is TUC Week? TUC Week is a fandom-driven celebration of the series we all love. Each day, we will provide a different prompt (listed below), and you can create content around that theme, interpreting it however you choose! The community is the engine behind making this event a success, and with your participation, we will make this a great week!

When’s it happening? The event will take place from July 26 through August 1.

What should I make? How else do I contribute? You can make whatever you want! Any medium you can think of is encouraged, including fanart, fics, fanmixes, photo sets, literary analysis, animation and poetry. And yes—even memes are allowed. Don’t be afraid—just post! It can be the littlest thing, and it still makes the event all the better. You can also contribute through supporting your friends’ content and just being an active presence during the week!

How do I make sure my work gets included as part of the event? Please tag your work as “#underland chronicles fandom week” and/or “#tuc week” and this blog will track both tags. You are also encouraged to tag this account. Feel free to use our submission feature if you’d prefer, too. This blog will chronicle all submissions, and will also provide reminders leading up to the event and answers to any questions you might have.

If your work has not been featured on this blog by the end of the day, please DM this account––this likely means your work is not showing up in the tags.

Can I only participate if I have something to post about everyday? Nope! You can post as much or as little as you’re comfortable with.

What are the prompts? Each day will have its own specific prompt, as mentioned earlier. These prompts are all themes, motifs, or sayings derived from the series, and you can feel free to interpret them in whatever way you want, however literally or figuratively. If you’re having trouble understanding or interpreting a prompt, feel free to message this blog or send an ask. DAY ONE: EPITHET DAY TWO: SACRIFICE DAY THREE: CROWN DAY FOUR: TEMPORARY (or Temporary, if you prefer) DAY FIVE: PROPHECY DAY SIX: ENTWINED DAY SEVEN: FREE DAY

A little more on Epithet and Free Day… An epithet is a descriptive word or phrase used alongside or instead of someone or something’s name. Warrior, Bane, and Peacemaker are all examples of epithet. Additionally, common phrases like “star-crossed” are considered epithets. You could base your work this day around epithets occurring in the series, or around how situations in the series fit common epithets outside of it.

Free Day is what it sounds like––it’s a day where you can make any TUC content you’d like without any sort of guiding theme, or, you can make your own theme.

Do you still need help with the event? You can feel free to join our organizational Discord here, but the most important thing you can do now is help spread information about the event, and of course get started on the content you plan to release!

Any questions? Please feel free to shoot a message or send an ask! Thank you so much for your participation!

[merryhelps]

                  plotting etiquette : a players guide

                                            [ coming soon / an admins guide ] 

plotting is an essential part to writing together; whether you’re in a group, an indie blog or even a 1x1, you need to be able to communicate with your peers in order to build a story. and that’s why we’re all here, right? to create worlds, no matter what the context, and most importantly, to do this with others. roleplaying is a team effort - no matter what universe you’re writing in.  below the cut are some helpful tips, tricks and advice to remember when attempting to plot with others. if you’ve found this guide useful, please like and/or reblog to spread the word - and hopefully help out others along the way.                               ***a part two will be out next week for admins on how to promote and help your group with plotting. 

                             i. ‘i’m scared of bothering people!’

this is a statement i’ve seen the most often around the rpc - whether it’s from a various text post people reblog, or as an admin who’s been on the receiving end of messages like this. 

it’s important to remember that most of us get a little nervous about reaching out. while writing original pieces or fanfiction can give you some distance between the creating portion and the feedback process, there’s no real space for roleplaying. it’s an instantaneous thing - we put our words out there on the screen, and someone else has to reply to that in some capacity.

whether you’re an extrovert, an introvert or something in between, this can often be the beginning of the end for a lot of roleplayers. maybe  you’ve joined an established group, and it seems like everyone has set dynamics and you don’t want to shake things up. or maybe you’re an indie blog, but you’re too scared to talk to someone you’ve idolized and want to write with. 

the thing is, you can’t expect people to know what you want if you can’t verbalize it yourself. let them know you’re a little nervous ! chances are, they are too. we’re all on this platform trying to do the same thing, and everyone gets nervous about exposing themselves to strangers now and again. ultimately, we put a little piece of ourselves in every character we create, and that can be terrifying to show to people and expect them to accept. but a little effort goes a long way - making the first move can often help build a bridge to someone you might not have otherwise gotten the chance to write with.  you’re going to have to take a risk sometimes. while not everyone is going to be receptive, most people will be. and chances are, if you start with something as simple as “hi, i’d love the chance to write / plot with you,” you’ll be met with an extraordinarily excited new partner. understand that if they don’t, it’s not a bad thing ! some writing styles don’t mesh together, some people have a harder time talking freely than others, and so many of us regularly forget to reply to a message. know that if you’ve put yourself out there, that’s a huge step in the right direction, no matter what comes of it, and next time it’ll be even easier. 

                            ii. come prepared.

this is ultimately where a lot of players fall short. it’s one thing to say ‘let’s plot’, and another thing to do it altogether. you need to have some sort of jumping off point. 

some ideas include: 

a prompt / plot idea. 

this is especially important if it’s a new person you’re trying to interact with. it’s difficult to come up with things on the spot, and if you’re reaching out, you need to have something to reach out with. 

in a group you’ll want to take the time to read their biography / about / wanted connections if they have them listed. it’s a quick way to ensure you have a basis of what they want, and how you and your characters can then fill those needs. 

as an indie / 1x1 see if they have any ‘wanted plots’ or ‘prompts’ tags. check out their ask memes tags. ensure you’ve read their guidelines on both of these, and follow them. while most people have similar rules, you can’t know that for sure unless you’ve read through them. 

questions about their character(s).

everyone adores talking about their own characters - give them an opportunity to let them tell you about theirs! even if they’re playing a canon character, they’ll have their own take on them, with headcanons and quirks and hobbies that might not show up in the specific canon the character comes from. 

use ask memes if you need help coming up with questions - ask memes are extraordinarily helpful when it comes to fleshing out muses for developmental purposes as it is, and while they’re usually made for general tumblr interaction, they can be a great jumping off point for talking specifics. 

don’t be afraid to point out things in their bio / about / etc. this shows that you’ve gone through and read their pages, which shows that you care about them as a person and a character, and not merely another faceclaim. 

talk about your character(s).

it’s always good, especially in a group, to have a small statement of facts about your character. in business, this is called an ‘elevator pitch’ - a few concise sentences that can get someone else interested.

for example, merrick wood is a former cheerleader who would do absolutely anything for her sister, holly, has no real ambitions and loves the weird and supernatural. you can find her swimming, or listening to mix cd’s she makes for her own amusement, or even on the hunt for big foot. this now gives the other player a few things to pick through - what kind of music is she listening to? why is her sister so important to her? is cheerleading still important enough for her to mention it to someone?

                           iii. plotting is a two way street.

the above two points work on the basis that you’ve made the first move - but say you’re the one who’s gotten the message of someone eager to plot with you ! takes a little stress off of your plate, but adds to their own. no matter what, remember that there is a real person on the other side of the screen. be kind, and treat them how you’d want to be treated - even if you’re not interested in writing with them, let them know ! a simple thanks for the message! i’m honored you’re interested in my characters, but at the moment i don’t think we’d be a good fit is enough of a response that most people should leave it at that. if you get a message saying they’re not interested, simply say ‘thank you for replying!’ and move on. as stated above, not everyone will always click - respect people’s boundaries, and understand that you’ll find a new partner in due time. 

responding to plotting messages is as important as creating them; if someone says they want to plot and gives you ideas, play off of them. don’t simply say ‘okay!’ or ‘cool!’ - a habit a lot of people have had over the years. 

                example. if jenny says “i think it would be great if robert could surprise them with flowers,” reply wth “oh how cute!!!” and end there - expand on it, adding your own input - “that’s so cute! denise adores lilacs, and would be flustered to get them from someone she admires so much!”                     the latter sentence gives your partner something to respond to, something to work with, and may just end up being in the thread you write together! 

                          iv. don’t make your admins do all the work.

this section is primarily for group roleplayers. 

your admin(s) already do so much. behind the scenes, there’s constantly updating the main pages, queueing ads, coming up with tasks and events and plot drops to keep players entertained and happy. at the same time, they’re trying to play in the group with you - create their own stories, write their own characters. they should not have to spoon feed you plots. these are things you need to develop on your own and with fellow players. 

               example. in a town rp, and you have a social butterfly character ? throw a birthday party for a character, giving the other characters something to participate in without an official Admin Sponsored Event.                    you should of course ensure the admin is okay with you having ‘events’ like the above for various players, and you need to ensure you’re inclusive in them - don’t ‘throw a party’ and not invite half the group because you don’t want to plot with them. take the time to message players of characters who might not normally show up and figure out something else with them, or a reason why they would be there or even why they wouldn’t! 

                         v. stop bubbling.

at the end of the day, plotting together is the best way to stop bubbling from happening in your group. no one wants to be the player left out of everything - make sure to try and reach out to the others, especially if you think other players may be ignoring them. writing together - in a group, on an indie, anywhere really - is supposed to be fun and challenging and a different experience every time.  before you go to your admins about being left out / ignored, ask yourself if you’ve done the above. have you messaged other players ? asked them about their characters, and given ideas of potential prompts for the two of you to write ? if you have, and you’re still getting ignored, then absolutely talk to your admin team! but try and be proactive instead of reactive and you’d be amazed at how far you can go. 

                                    hopefully this guide will help you - remember, your roleplay experience is ultimately cultivated by yourself. you choose which groups to apply to, which characters to bring, and your attitudes and behaviors can affect your gameplay. being in a group, specifically, is about being a part of a team. become a team player, and you and your characters can find the roleplay family of your dreams  ♡

[onbeinganangel]

hello! question for a rainy day. what are your top five favorite fics you've ever written? why?

hello my evil little darling, brightest star in the sky 🌟 you know exactly what you’re doing with this question and i hate you so much for it, thank you xxxxx

1. [redacted fic I can’t talk about as well you know, you terrible, terrible human being]

seriously though, even without that this is such a tough question buuuuut in chronological order we have:

1. Forever Yours/Yours Forever (wolfstar, M, 2.8k) — This was the first thing I ever posted on ao3 and it’s a very Mari brand of angst imo! At the point I posted this I think I had finished writing Inevitable but was too scared to post something that long and I had also finished taught by thirst and wanted something angstier and less spicy to balance it all out. I wrote it in one sitting and I’m still really proud of the post-Azkaban Sirius voice that I wrote for it. My feelings and thoughts on the Harry Potter series have shifted a lot in the past few years for a lot of reasons, but Sirius has always been a character I really love and I think even in canon his story is so so heartbreaking and he’s truly one of those characters you wish you could wrap up in a blanket and protect (shit just keeps happening to this man, like, give him a break) and I really enjoy writing his POV.

2. taught by thirst  (jeddy, E, 6k) — I wrote taught by thirst for Sudsfest 2020, which was my first fest, so that makes it really, really special in my eyes. I didn’t know a lot of people back then, I was mostly still lurking and I was super nervous about it, but really wanted to go for it. I immediately fell in love with the prompt that inspired it, but I told myself to wait a couple of days (convinced the prompt was so good someone else would take it) and if no one took it, I’d claim it. And there it was, waiting for me when I went to check days later, so I no longer had any excuse not to write it. The prompt also came with a really good choice of pairings and I think I was a bit nervous about writing Drarry and just thought why not try my hand at a little bit of Jeddy? I think it’s a really fun piece and I do like a devious Teddy (I mean, come on, he is Tonks’ AND Remus’ kid, the boy is TROUBLE!!!) and I think there’s a really good balance of smut and sweetness and mischief in it.

3. Inevitable (From the Very Start) (drarry, 54k) — Lord, I’m sorry, I AM going to talk about it again. You did ask, though. I started writing Inevitable sometime… last summer? I don’t know? And I was… not doing so hot back then. This is truly one of those “I want to read a fic about X” and then you blink and you’re suddenly writing a fic about X. I keep describing Inevitable as my ultimate horcrux — I think everything you write or create ends up having a little bit of you in it whether you want it or not, but I am convinced Inevitable may have a little bit more of my soul in it than your average piece lol. I don’t like re-reading it because I feel like I’d write it really differently now but I still love it a lot. It’s Drarry in their 40s just… navigating life and really settling. You’ve got a neurotic widower Draco carrying a fuckton of grief and anxiety with him wherever he goes and you’ve got a no-fucks-given go-with-the-flow divorcee Harry just completely arse over tit for Draco. There are some big angsty/dramatic moments in it, but I feel like it’s all very slice of life, falling in love, lives melding together with all there is to them (friends, children, devious ex-wife, dead wife, jobs, dreams, etc).

4. Petrichor, Pineapple and Pomegranate (wolfstarbucks, E, 6k) — What’s a girl to do if she really loves triads and Wolfstar but also has a soft spot for Prongsfoot? Write. This. Fic. I’m going to be honest, I don’t even remember how my Year Of The Threesome Series idea came to be anymore (other than I was affectionately bullied into it by some people) and I don’t know how I decided that this would be the first one but it just happened. I wrote most of it in one day, it has one of my favourite passages/paragraphs I have ever written in it, I got to indulge in some scent kink and I got to write three best friends just banging it out. What’s not to like?

5. heavy (drarry, E, 6k) — Right. This one. Good afternoon from the most self indulgent shit I have ever written. Truly. heavy is the last of my Kinkuary series which proceeded to kill my ability to write while also teaching me that I am capable of so much more than I could have ever imagined. I’d saved the drarry pairing for last because they’re my favourite and tbh it seemed like a lot of pressure. There are already so many good kinky Drarry fics out there and I was so intimidated by the idea — so many of my favourite fic writers write mostly/exclusively Drarry and it was honestly daunting to even think about it. So I ignored it and wrote all the other filthy rarepairs like there wasn’t a massively scary thing waiting for me at the end like a sour middle to a delicious sweet. What ended up happening was that I was so fucking exhausted when I got to the end of Kinkuary that I went ‘fuck it.’

(Where’s that ‘I’m gonna give [me] everything [I] want’ or that ‘I’m gonna create a [fic] that is so [self-indulgent]’ meme when I need it? Lmao)

All through February, I kept a list of possible kinks to write for it since the last day didn't have a prompt/was a wildcard, and when I got to it I just... wrote a fuckton of them all into the same fic just because I wanted to!

In the end, I wrote the scary kink I’d wanted to write for ages, I wrote drarry falling in love through little snippets of smut packed with a ton of subtext and feeling and I was just really pleased that I put together this porn soup I would have never have put together in any other context.

And there you have it. I will change my mind again in 0.3 seconds but right now those are my favourite 5 fics I've written! Thank you for coming into my house and forcing me to pick my favourite puppies out of the litter lol

[thatsamericano]

Careful, Throwing Snowballs May Result in a Kiss

Pairing/Characters: America/Romano. Background mentions of Seborga, Veneziano, Canada, and France.

Ratings/Warnings: T for cursing and mildly suggestive dialogue. Pure fluff with no warnings to speak of.

Word Count: 2103

Summary: America throws a snowball at Romano when he’s trying to build a snowman with his brothers. Once Romano tackles America, he has to decide what he wants to do with him.

A/N: Written for @hetalia-fanart-memes, who requested Romerica with the prompt “Don’t throw that snowball” on @helltalia-inc. I hope you enjoy this.

It was snowing in the park only a block away from where the nations had gathered for the world meeting. Romano was never the biggest fan of the cold, so if it had been up to him, he would have gone straight back to the hotel.  He was looking forward to taking a flight back to Rome the next day, where he hopefully wouldn’t be dealing with this snow crap. In the unlikely event that it was snowing in Rome, Romano would go to Naples or another city in South Italy not affected as strongly by the winter.

But for today, Marcello, who had come along on this trip with Savino and Feliciano even if he couldn’t attend the official conference, had practically begged Savino to come build a snowman with him after the meeting. Feliciano had begged too, and under the force of two sets of puppy dog eyes, Savino had folded like a paper napkin.

This wasn’t so bad, Romano reflected. Sure, it was cold as shit, but he was relatively protected in his scarf, hat, and gloves, and he got to spend time with his brothers. At least he hadn’t been pelted with a snowball, which many of the nations had, thanks to America and Canada.

Romano glanced up when he heard France fussing about his appearance as he attempted to brush snow out of his hair. America, who was obviously the one who had thrown this particular snowball, was laughing in his usual obnoxiously bright, ridiculously loud, attention getting way. So, of course Savino turned to glance in that direction instead. He didn’t really have another choice.

Savino hated how his heart started pounding as soon as he looked at Alfred. It wasn’t fair, damn it. No one should look that handsome while just fucking standing there, hunched over a little as they laughed at their own joke like they were God’s gift to comedy. Alfredo was laughing so hard at himself that his cerulean eyes were narrowed into thin slits and tears were leaking from the corners. The sunlight reflected off his glasses, creating a bright light Savino couldn’t manage to look away from. Alfred’s grin was so big it could swallow the sky whole.

And the bastard had dimples, as if God hadn’t blessed him with too much beauty already. Savino wanted to kiss the corner of the idiota’s mouth, just to feel those dimples under his own lips. Savino swallowed heavily at the thought and told himself to focus on the snowman he’d been working on for the past half hour.

But he was too late. America’s smile had already softened, and he had already noticed that Romano was looking at him.

“What’s up, Little Italy? You feel like joining in on the snowball fight?”

Savino scoffed and forced himself to go back to reshaping his snowman’s head. “Hardly. As you can see, I’m busy at the moment.”

“Are you suuure? It could be a lot of fun.”

“If you want to go run around with America, that’s fine,” Seborga told him. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Romano wasn’t looking at his baby brother. He was looking at America, because he knew that mischievous tone of voice from back when they lived together, and he knew that Alfred was planning something. Fredo was never good at subtlety.

America was rolling a snowball together in his gloved hands with a smirk on his face. Because of course he was.

“I swear to God, if you throw that fucking snowball at me—”

The snowball went sailing through the air, and it hit him square in the chest. Savino was stumbled backwards a little, because Alfred had used way too much fucking force with that throw because of his super-strength. It wasn’t enough to really hurt him, but it was almost enough to knock him off his feet.

The sounds of laughter rang out around him. Alfred, of course, and Feli and Marcello nearby. Canada seemed to be chuckling, though he was too quiet for Romano to actually hear him, and so were the other nations nearby, even the ones like France who had been America’s snowball victims.

And that just wouldn’t fucking stand.

Romano glared at America as viciously as he could manage when he was more irritated than truly pissed off. “Now you’re gonna get it, stronzo!”

Alfred took off running, shrieking with laughter, and Savino chased after him. They ran for a couple minutes, because America could be pretty fast when he wanted to be. But he couldn’t outpace an Italian.

Eventually, Savino tackled him in a snowbank and fell right on top of him. If America had really wanted to get away, Romano would have had no hope of holding him down. But America wasn’t struggling. He relaxed back against the snowy ground, panted for air, and smiled up at Romano sheepishly.

“Looks like you caught me.”

“I guess I did.” Savino moved one of his hands to the side to gather up some snow in his palm. Alfred didn’t notice. He was still too busy grinning up at him.

Alfred giggled, because apparently, he found the idea of being in this position inherently hilarious for God knows what reason. “Now that you have me, what are you gonna do with me?”

Savino gazed down at him thoughtfully. He took a moment to examine the golden blond hair tousled underneath his knit cap and how it perfectly framed his rosy cheeks. He stared at the goofy smile and the electric blue eyes that had distracted him so thoroughly before. He memorized what it felt like to have Alfred’s firm, solid body laid out underneath him.

“I can think of a few things,” Savino admitted quietly. “Not all of them would be appropriate for a public park.”

Alfred’s eyes widened comically behind his glasses, and his face turned red. No, not just red, practically scarlet. His face practically matched the poinsettias that had been decorating the lobby of the office building they were in earlier today. “Vinny, that’s um, that’s, wow, I…”

Romano chuckled at how flustered and tongue-tied he was. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

Alfred nodded frantically, with a desperate look in his eyes. “Please.” He might have been embarrassed, but he was eager too. It was too adorable for Savino to resist.

He started to lean down, and America closed his eyes, because he was innocent and gullible enough to do that. He couldn’t see Romano’s arm lifting with the snowball he’d make earlier. A millisecond before their lips touched, Romano shoved the snowball he’d made earlier directly into the crook of America’s neck, right above his coat collar and scarf, where he was unprotected from the cold.

America’s eyes flew open, and he squawked indignantly. “You tricked me!”

Romano laughed at the offended look on his face. “You made it so fucking easy.” He couldn’t believe America had actually fallen for the oldest trick in the book.

Alfred growled at him, and the low noise sent a tingle down Savino’s spine. “That was evil. I really oughta do something about it.”

Savino snorted. “What the fuck do you think you’re gonna do, Mr. Tough Guy?”

“This.” Before Romano could ask what “this” was, America flipped them over, and in the space of a second, he was pinned underneath someone a lot stronger than him. He couldn’t have escaped if he’d wanted to. Savino couldn’t breathe properly, and he couldn’t tell if it was because of the sudden body slam or the fact that Alfred was on top of him.

To repeat, Alfred was on top of him. His brain couldn’t function at half its normal capacity when he realized that.

Then Alfred was kissing him, and it wasn’t soft, nor gentle, nor sweet. America’s tongue shoved its way into his mouth immediately, without any build-up or finesse, and Romano could feel how frustrated he was. He must have been suppressing this desire for as long as Romano had, because it didn’t just feel like something America wanted. It felt like a raw, animalistic hunger, like he was kissing Romano hard enough to bruise because he might die if he didn’t.

Savino felt the same way. He groaned in the back of his throat, clutched the collar of Alfred’s coat, hauled him close enough to feel the edge of his glasses digging into his face, and kissed him back just as forcefully.

After a while, it had to end. They couldn’t kiss forever because of that whole inconvenient “need to breathe” thing. Alfred disconnected their mouths, sighed happily, and scooted down a little to nuzzle Savino’s cheek.

“Best revenge ever,” Alfred declared triumphantly.

Savino huffed out a laugh. “I’m not sure if that counts as revenge. Revenge is supposed to be something the other person doesn’t like.”

“And you liked kissing me a lot, didn’t you?” America sounded so smug and sure of himself, and ordinarily, Romano would have been annoyed by anyone with that kind of attitude. But with Alfred, the fondness tended to outshine his annoyance. That didn’t happen with most people.

Savino rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I did.”

“I liked kissing you too. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for ages. I could kiss you all day long. Well, except for when I have to go to the bathroom or something like that. But other than that, pretty much all the time.”

Savino shook his head and laughed again. “God, I love you.” The words slipped out, because they were so easy to say. Fredo was a dork who would openly admit to wanting to kiss Savino all the time, and he wasn’t even exaggerating. He looked like a goddamned movie star, but even with his occasional moments of arrogance, he never seemed to realize how ludicrously attractive he was, much less how he could have anyone in the world wrapped around his pinkie finger. America made Romano laugh and smile more than anyone else ever had. Of course Savino loved him.

Alfred blinked in shock, he’d just seen the face of God, but somehow more astounded than that. Then he grinned, with the adoration of a child to its mother or a puppy to its owner, but somehow purer and more loving than that too. Savino’s internal similes were failing him.

Alfred’s words were failing him too. “I love you too! I love you so much, I just—” He didn’t finish his sentence and resorted to covering Savino’s face with ecstatic kisses.

Savino giggled at his overexuberance. “Tesoro, I believe you. You don’t have to prove it, okay?”

“But I want to.”

Fair enough, Savino supposed. He laid there, grinning like an idiot in the snowbank, and let Alfred keep kissing his face. His hat had been knocked off earlier when Alfred flipped them over, and the cold at the back of his head and the nape of his neck was starting to get to him, but he was trying to ignore that.

When he noticed Savino shivering, Alfred sat up and pulled him into his lap. “Better?”

“Much.” Romano saw his hat on the ground and frowned in indecision. It had been laying in the snow for a long time, so it would probably only make his head colder, not warmer.

So instead of reaching over to get his hat, he nestled his head into America’s shoulder. America wrapped both arms around him in a clingy embrace.

“Now it’s perfect,” Savino decided.

Alfred kissed the top of his head. “Damn right it is.”

Savino wasn’t quite warm due to the temperature outside, but he was content and drowsy. The rhythm of Alfred’s breathing was oddly soothing.

That rhythm was interrupted by an abrupt laugh. “Dude, I just realized. If someone came by looking for us, they’d find you curled up in my lap instead of running after me and throwing snowballs. They’d be confused as hell.”

“Let ‘em be confused. I don’t really care what they think, do you?”

Alfred squeezed him a little tighter, and Savino didn’t have to look up to know that he was smiling.

“I never did. I’m just happy to be holding you.”

Savino’s face was warm, and he was blushing at least as badly as Alfred had been earlier, after Savino had implied he might do something to him that wasn’t appropriate for a public park. He wasn’t used to this much affection, and maybe he never would be.

But Romano didn’t care who might walk by and see him blushing with a cheesy grin on his face. He was happy, Alfred was holding him, and that was all that fucking mattered.