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omegawolverine · 4 years

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characters! you said you liked south park! so! I looked up characters and ummm gimme kenny and eric!

omg anon ur so sweet 😭😭 ily so much rn

kenny

favorite thing about them: he is literally so fucking forgiving and for what? FOR WHAT? tries so hard to protect the people he loves, cares so much, i would literally die for this kid

least favorite thing about them: listen as much as you being forgiving and nice is a good thing i also...dont u wanna go apeshit sometime? like ive seen you do it before, but dont you think you should do it more? i certainly think you should, u deserve to kick the shit out of your friends more often

favorite line: idk if this really counts but everything that happened at the end of bigger, longer and uncut...priceless

brOTP: k2, stenny and klyde (clenny? do clyde and kenny have a pairing name???) make me happy :] i also very much like the idea of wendy and kenny being friends even if it isnt canon. oh, also, the obligatory bunny, bc butters deserves a good friend.

OTP: crenny, do not fucking look at me if you dislike crenny, idc, crenny lives in my head rent fucking free and that's on kinning craig tucker.

nOTP: idk if i really have any notps, although i dont really get kenman (is that the pairing name? jesus it's been so long since ive been properly in this fandom ive forgotten everything)

random headcanon: kenny mccormick has a 2 pet opposums in his room that he grabbed off the street. he cant really tell them apart bc they're both just white and fat (also he's a bit blind, but shhh) but he named them lemon and oogie boogie (bc he likes eating lemons straight off the peel and thinks the nightmare before christmas is poggers)

unpopular opinion: @ fic witers: dont be shy, write kenny the way he canonically is: a fun, fairly carefree, protective and loving boy, with a rough life. having trauma does not have to equal edgy man who smokes cigarettes and gets into fights like?? where did this interpretation even come from lol

song i associate with them: ooooh babey, do i have another playlist for this character! heres a few songs off of it :]

bottom - mccafferty

honeypie - jawny

bloom later - jesse

favorite picture of them: angel. honey. sweet child. i love u so much, pls come back soon

cartman

favorite thing about them: the way he canonically does care about his friends to some degree but just Will Never Admit It and will, instead, do absolutely reprehensible things that make them hate him. something about that just gets me every time.

least favorite thing about them: literally problematic in every sense of the word. like its good for comedy but i cant even redeem him when writing fics like i can every other character 😭

favorite line: no fucking clue

brOTP: when people were talking about the possibility of cartman and clyde being step brothers while the last season was airing (or at least i think it was the last season? maybe the one before tho, idk, the one with the birthday party in it) i started liking the idea of them being obnoxious step brothers who kinda hate each other but look out for each other. its not canon, but it lives in my head rent free. i dont really have brotps for cartman otherwise, so ur gonna have to take it. sorry.

OTP: the day i ship eric cartman with someone is the day i fucking die.

nOTP: kyman, no ifs, no buts.

random headcanon: cartman's mommy issues far outweigh his daddy issues, which is why he has so much rage. have you ever seen bitches with mommy issues? they would knock someone out for free and then fucking cry about it 4 months later (i would know, i am one of those bitches) /lh /j

unpopular opinion: making cartman a good friend in fics is way weirder than just blatantly cutting him out or making him not longer friends with the main four.

song i associate with them: the first character ive done without a playlist today, woooo

this is hard but um...i think wolf in sheep's in clothing by set it off is fitting

favorite picture of them: little baby man

#anti kyman #shit self #asks #south park #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #south park was like a 2 and a half year long hyperfixation #but it still gives me a lot of comfort and serotonin to this day #i watch it everytime i get sick

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hereidinathoreauwrites · 4 years

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Chapters: 6/7 Fandom: Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Zoey Clarke/Joan Characters: Zoey Clarke, Joan (Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist) Additional Tags: it's the headcannon fic!, your #2 choice, two people start having sex for fun and oops they're in love, Women Loving Women, Developing Relationship, Boss/Employee Relationship, Bisexual Female Character, joan's pov, so I wouldn't have to deal with songs, Lesbian Sex, Fluff and Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Cuddling & Snuggling, Post-Coital Cuddling, From Sex to Love, Sex Toys, Bad Dirty Talk, zoey has a lot of emotions, but she doesn't want to talk about them, Joan is concerned but doesn't know how to ask

Chapter 6: I Can’t Help (Falling in Love)

“I think I’ve been…working you a little too hard lately.” That was the best she could manage in her office the following day.

Zoey seemed surprised. “What? No…no everything’s…”

Joan held up a hand, wincing. “Zoey…I hurt you. You’re limping.” It still sickened her to see the damage she’d done. “Let’s…cool off a bit?”

Zoey looked like she wanted to protest more but she only said: “O…okay…”

“I dont mean stop!” Joan insisted, her heart rate picking up, “Just…” she sighed, hating herself. “look, what are you doing tonight?”

“N…othing…?”

Joan tried to smile. “Want to…go out and do something? No funny business: you need to heal. Just…let me make the other night up to you…as a friend?” It was all she could think of to start trying to apologize to Zoey for her recent string of bad behavior.

Zoey considered for only moment but it was long enough that Joan started to feel real fear of rejection crawling through her insides. Finally, the coder shrugged. “What did you have in mind?”

They settled on a dive bar several blocks away from work. It was just seedy enough that no one they knew was likely to be there but upscale enough that Joan didn’t fear for their wallets.

She bought Zoey a drink and they tried to chat over the music. Zoey was friendly and easy-going, telling Joan all about the pre-baby antics going on in her brother and sister-in-law’s life with an unforced smile. But Joan still saw the occasional wince as Zoey shifted in her seat. She took note of every time Zoey’s hand drifted to her lower stomach.

Joan felt unworthy. She didn’t deserve to be here. She kept her hands to herself, lest they wander the younger woman’s form again and reawaken the urges to harm her. If nothing else, she was determined to salvage their friendship from this disaster. And so she wasn’t allowed to touch Zoey, not after everything she’d put her through and certainly not if their friendship was going to survive this.

But Zoey couldn’t seem to stop touching her. Small taps on her knee, brushing her hand where it rested on the bar, leaning forward to speak into Joan’s ear. Every touch set Joan on edge and she couldn’t tell if she liked it or hated it.

After awhile, she excused herself to use the bathroom.

Joan leaned against the sink and stared at her reflection. The alcohol was making her sad and magnifying the guilt still twisting up her insides. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I just tell her I’m sorry?

The words felt hollow by now. Was the fact that Zoey was here and treating her so casually enough? Had the coder already forgiven her…?

Joan shook her head. No. No way. Even Zoey, the woman who’d forgiven her own best friend for selling out to the 6th floor couldn’t possibly forgive her that quickly. Not after all that.

She left the bathroom and turned her eyes back to the bar. She frowned as her gaze immediately fell upon the epitome of a douche giving the poor girl in front of him a smarmy-drunken smile.

Her blood boiled as she recognized the woman.

He was looking at her Zoey. And Joan didn’t like it.

Without thinking, she stalked over and slid between them, eyes laser-focused on Zoey’s. Her arm wrapped towards Zoey’s on the bar, her hips angled towards hers but didn’t quite touch her. Joan didn’t care what the guy thought; her body language couldn’t have been clearer to either of them: back off, she’s mine.

She trembled at the strength of her feelings, at the impulsive desire to just claim Zoey and protect her. Zoey may not ever let her be intimate with her again. But Joan wasn’t going to let anyone else hurt her.

The douche had no sooner left than Zoey just fucking grabbed her. Hands slid under her shirt, tugging Joan’s hips against Zoey’s. A tongue probed at her lips until they opened.

Joan stumbled, shaken. “Zoey…”

“I don’t care…” Zoey mumbled, lips still mashed against Joan’s. “I want you. Now.”

The demand mixed dangerously with the alcohol, completely shutting Joan’s critical thinking processes and lingering guilt down. She gave in completely to the coder. It had been so long since she’d just let Zoey tell her what to do. It was intoxicating.

They ducked and wove through the other patrons and stumbled back into the empty bathroom, barely able to keep their hands off each other.

Joan was hesitant to undress Zoey but even this drunken pawing at her through their clothes had her heart returning to those days on her couch, watching movies together.

Zoey had no such hesitation. She tore open the top of Joan’s shirt and popped one of her breasts free from its cup. Her tongue found Joan’s hard nipple instantly.

Joan fell back against the stall door, breath catching. “Zoey…” The aforementioned only slid her hands around Joan’s back, mouth drawing her in deeper. Joan’s hands went to the coder’s head, fingers tangling gently in her fiery hair.

It felt so good to just be them again: not forcing anything just doing what felt right.

Zoey pushed Joan back into a stall and slammed the door shut behind them. Her fingers went to her boss’ waist immediately, sliding down Joan’s thighs to lift the edge of her skirt.

“Zoey…!” Joan bit her lip as the coder confidently pushed her underwear aside to give her fingers access.

“Shhh!” Zoey chastised her, even though the bathroom was empty and the music pounding loudly outside. She slid two fingers inside of Joan and did that thing, that gentle scissoring motion that always threw Joan right to the edge.

“Nnngghhh!” She clamped her free hand over her mouth but she was already so close. “Zoey…”

Zoey just nipped at her neck.

Three seconds later, a strangled cry ripped from her and her back thumped loudly against the stall door as she came hard and fast around Zoey’s dexterous fingers.

Zoey started to laugh, fingers still buried in Joan up to her knuckles.

“What?” Joan couldn’t help the punchy-drunky smile that her face adopted at the sound. She felt so loose and calm, all of the tension in her body evaporating from the orgasm. She stroked Zoey’s head. “What’s so funny?”

Zoey couldn’t seem to stop giggling. “I’m…I’m fucking you…in a bar bathroom…” she buried her face in Joan’s shoulder, biting back her mirth and shaking.

Joan stroked her head again. “Zoey?”

The coder looked up at her, an expression on her face that Joan recognized. Her heart jumped as she realized she hadn’t seen that expression in the longest time. And she’d missed it.

“Come home with me?” Zoey asked.

She was weak. She couldn’t say no.

The trip back to Zoey’s was a blur of drunk stumbling, yelling at taxi drivers, and Joan desperately trying to keep her torn shirt and wet panties hidden under her jacket.

They stumbled into Zoey’s apartment, giggling and knocking into things in the dark until Joan finally found the light.

Murmurs became whispers and the whispering quickly led to more kissing. Zoey hooked one leg over Joan’s hip, her free hand pulling Joan’s down to her breast.

Even through her drunk haze, Joan recognized the signal. “Zoey…no…” She pulled back. Joan frowned down at her, one hand rubbing the coder’s stomach gently. “You’re still healing.”

Zoey pouted but didn’t argue. “Then I guess you get another turn.”

Her eyes darkened. “If you insist…”

Zoey jumped up to straddle Joan’s hips and Joan carried her to the bedroom. It was so easy.

Zoey’s bed was unmade but it hardly mattered. Joan sat down, bringing the coder with her so that Zoey was straddling her. Through desperate kisses, they freed each other from clothing, moving only to slide their underwear from each other’s hips.

Joan was drinking in the sensation: Zoey, naked and pressed close to her once more. The warmth was as delicious and soothing as her final glass of bourbon had been.

“Joan…” Zoey broke in in between kisses. “if you’re up for it…let’s try something?”

Joan moved her lips down to Zoey’s neck, teasing Zoey’s spot. “Like what?”

Zoey shuddered but gripped Joan tightly. “I got a new toy…”

Her breathy response had Joan pausing and pulling back. Zoey climbed off of her and opened her top dresser drawer. She held out a small dildo for Joan to see.

“You got me so good with yours…” she gave Joan a timid smirk that was clearly meant to be seductive. “want to see what I can do to you?”

Joan recoiled at the memory, the guilt crashing back in. She turned away and hugged herself, once again struggling to find the words to apologize.

But a gentle hand on her shoulder stopped her from falling back down her guilt hole. “Joan…it’s okay. Really.” Zoey gave her a soft, genuine smile. “I’m not mad.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

It seemed Saint Zoey really was capable of instant forgiveness, even on Joan’s part. That or this was all some diabolical revenge plot.

So, Joan figured, why the hell not? Let Zoey hurt her if she needed that. Joan deserved it.

She watched Zoey get ready, part of her apprehensive the other just a little excited.

When everything was in place, the coder smiled and pushed Joan down onto the bed. She gasped, already feeling thick desire for a dominant Zoey pooling in her stomach.

Zoey crawled over her, completely ignoring the strap-on. Instead, she focused entirely on Joan’s breasts. Each one received a thorough once-over by Zoey’s fingers and lips until Joan was squirming in anticipation.

But even then, Zoey didn’t enter her. Her hands traveled the length of Joan’s body, tickling the sensitive spot on her left side and pinching the edge of her butt. She gently parted Joan’s legs and ran her fingers through Joan’s slick folds.

By this point, Joan was on the verge of begging. But before she could find her voice, the tip of the toy was pushing slowly past her entrance.

She tensed but relaxed almost instantly, shocked. It didn’t hurt. Zoey’s thrusts were gentle, timid almost. She wasn’t trying to hurt her.

Zoey glanced at her, checking in on her with an unguarded smile that had Joan melting into her. Zoey ran her hands up Joan’s arms and wrapped her in a brief hug as she thrust again. Joan trembled. Everything the coder was doing was effortlessly turning her on.

“Oh god…!” Joan clutched Zoey to her, her body rocking in time with the younger woman’s thrusts. How did she just know what to do? She wrapped her ankles around the younger woman’s thighs and drew her closer. Zoey responded instantly, thrusting deeper but keeping the same rhythm.

Joan gasped, riding the sensation as a current of something welled up from deep in her chest.

She only fought it only for an instant before Zoey’s gentle thrusts and soft nibbles on her shoulder had her dropping her guard entirely.

She couldn’t help it…she’d been so afraid of things getting complicated but…

Joan stroked Zoey’s hair and moaned into the soft release. It wasn’t a mind-blowing orgasm. But that was okay. It was just what she needed. A gentle reminder of how good this thing they had could be when they didn’t force it.

Zoey brought her down gently, smirking playfully at Joan as she slowly withdrew the toy. The coder flicked the side of Joan’s breast. “Gotcha.”

Joan had to laugh, the action just as necessary and fulfilling as the orgasm had been. Between the alcohol, the guilt, Zoey’s words, and the intimate sex, all of her walls were well and truly shattered by this point. Zoey had easily knocked them all down.

She’d been fighting it, fighting feeling exactly this: the sensation of belonging with someone, of trusting someone completely and feeling satisfied with that. No matter what Zoey did to her, she was always going to forgive her. She wasn’t afraid to be herself around Zoey. She’d known that since the L-word. She’d just been denying herself the chance.

Joan tugged Zoey forward, pressing their lips together. She smiled into the kiss, letting it warm her from the inside out.

It seemed that she couldn’t help falling in love with Zoey Clarke.

The thought had no sooner crossed her mind than Zoey stilled. The coder pulled back slowly, her eyes distant and unfocused.

Joan watched her in confusion for a moment but before she could make a move to rouse Zoey, the woman shook herself out of it.

Now Zoey was giving her another of her wide-eyed stares, as if Joan had said her thoughts out loud.

Joan felt her insides turn to ice. “Hey…hey.” She tried to sound soft, despite her heart beating unnaturally fast. There was no way Zoey could know what revelation she’d just had, right? But as she reached for Zoey’s arm, the younger woman flinched back.

“Zoey?”

“R…rolling Stones.” Zoey stuttered. She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly modest in her nudity.

Joan sat up, hardly daring to believe it. “Zoey?” The coder couldn’t seem to look at her all of the sudden. She fumbled the toy out of its harness and threw it aside.

“Joan, I think you should go…”

“Zoey…what did I…?” Zoey had never kicked her out of bed before. Joan didn’t know what she’d done. Had it been the kiss? Or had the whole night simply been too much?

But unlike their first time, Zoey didn’t reassure her that she’d done nothing wrong. Unlike the previous night, she didn't let Joan comfort her.

Zoey stood, wrapping herself in a towel. “Just…just go?” She asked, in the softest whisper Joan had ever heard. She pointed to the door. “Please?”

How could she deny her anything when she asked like that?

“O…okay.”

#why not?#fic #zoey x joan #the smut is back!

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clumsyclifford · 4 years

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2, 5 (for all, not just mutlichapter), 9 (for the Spiderman AU), 40, 48

hello anon i cherish you

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one? oh god dont ask me this question well so i have a main blog that i put all my non-bandom non-rpf fic and those are all on a different ao3 account which has (one moment please i have to go count) okay it averages out to about 20 different fandoms and that’s just the posted ones......generally speaking as soon as i start enjoying some kind of content i write fic for it so. i write for A Lot i have 36 fandom folders in my google drive so if that tells you anything. anyway my favorite???? well at the moment im obviously really into 5sos lmao but apart from that i think MCU?? just because there is soooo much backstory and so many interesting characters AND the mcu really fucked up trying to make good content for it so i feel like it’s the most fun to revamp?? plus i just love peter parker so. yeah

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your stories, which would it be and why? okay im gonna just pick from my 5sos ao3 because otherwise there is no way i can choose plus my main ao3 is a secret shhh so.....fuck this is hard my favorite fic is always the most recent one i posted so im currently still in love w the spiderman one BUUUUT i also love the first installment of the your song series (yours are the sweetest eyes i’ve ever seen) OH FUCK AND BABY DRIVER god okay i really cant choose why would you ask this sorry okay thats a nonanswer im gonna say. im gonna say right now? the spiderman one because i just love how ashton is in that one i accidentally fell in love with him in that fic also i really like the calum/ashton friendship and i like that i had a silly idea and ran with it and didnt overthink it wow this answer is FAR too long

9) In your [Spiderman AU] fic, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote? HOW CAN I ANSWER THIS IT’S 10K OF NONSENSE okay ill give you a handful since it is written in short bursts of scenes anyway. (1) the paragraph where ashton is explaining that he and calum are friends because they like each other, not because they need each other?? possibly best thing ive ever written full stop just that is incredibly sweet if you ask me (2) the scene where ash and calum are talking about luke and michael and ashton keeps glancing at luke and (without realizing this is what it is) seeing luke’s reactions to their conversation like i know thats really niche but i felt clever idk (3) first time luke talks to ashton in maths class and ashton just straight up falls in love (4) the entire scene when mike & luke sit with cal & ash the first time from like, talking about stopping the train of love to hairspray to great perhaps to great gatsby just all that banter ok thats enough for now i think

40) Do people know you write fanfiction? people know i write fanfiction for fiction content e.g. mcu but nobody in my real life knows i write bandom/rpf fic just call me all american rejects cos ill keep you my dirty little secret xoxo

48) What’s your favourite trope to write? blessedly i have answered this already right here! shut up bella challenge

#im the most annoying person on the planet cannot be concise about anything to save my life #IM SO SORRY. i just have a lot to SAY #you: whats your favorite scene you wrote in the spiderman au?#me: gives you FOUR WHOLE SCENES #sgjalkfjldkvmzkfj #uhh spoilers for spiderman au i guess........oops #Anonymous #ask #answered

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cryptidofthekeys · 5 years

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All the writer asks!!!!!!

I’ve already answered the pen n paper one so I’ll leave that one out and answer the rest haha

ink: what do you do to “set the mood” when writing?

hmmm… well to usually set the mood would depend on the type of story I’m writing, if its horror/really angsty shit then I’m definitely going for dark themed music, if its something fluffy n cute- then im gonna go for some really happy upbeat music, so to set the mood- it’d usually depend on the genre

diary: how many pieces have you written that are just for you or will never see the light of day?

……Shhh… Let’s keep those my dirty little secret… (their not nsfw, thats not what I mean by that just to clarify)

journal: do you ever write just so you can enjoy something to read?

Hmm I guess I’ve done it once or twice before, but I dont do it too often-

novella: do you prefer to write short stories, one-shots, or entire novels?

I don’t think I’ve even came CLOSE to an entire novel but, I do a lot of short-stories and ESPECIALLY one-shots, im not very good at chapter based stories or anything

pulitzer: tell about/link a piece where you felt your writing was the best.

Ooooh fuck this is a tough one, Im too lazy to link it but- in my Yan!Henrik story there were some parts I ABSOLUTELY loved and felt were p damn good and in the werewolf story I wrote as well, some good parts in there too, but I definitely feel more fond over some of the scenes in the Yan!Hen story than any other one

genre: what genre do you prefer to write in?

Honestly, I’m pretty open to genres, like- fantasy, science-fiction, etc- the whole shabang- im not too picky bout any of them-

narrator: what pov do you like writing in best?

hmmm I guess like- wouldnt it technically be in third person with the way I write, for the reader its always You and or they, I always keep a story gender-neutral so that way all readers can be who they want to be in the stories, it can give them a better chance to imagine themselves in said position, now if i got a specific thing to do, male, female, non-binary, etc- then yeah I’d do that

backstory: how did you come to love writing?

That’s a- actually kinda simple tbh- its not an interesting story- At first I was actually unsure about it, but then- the more I wrote, the more I got super into it- It was just… super fun to me after I did it for awhile

time-lapse: how long have you been writing (as a hobby or for work)?

It’s a hobby for now, but I do wish I could open commissions- but hmm its been like, maybe 5-6 years by now, maybe even a bit longer

characterization: describe your favorite character(s) you’ve written.

You should know this for sure haha, my favorite characters to write with tho- I’ll just say who they are, all the septic egos p much except… im still not too confident with writing Angus yet, some of the Iplier egos, like the Jims, Harold, and Eric, and I’m trying to branch out to other fandoms, I like writing with David n Daniel, from the cc fandom, and I’m trying to work on Dream Daddy characters too, Joseph, Robert, Mary, etc- and then my own characters too- I dont write wiht them often but I try

carnegie: what authors and/or books/stories have inspired you to write or influenced your work?

hmmm… I get inspired fairly easily so it’d be hard for me to name anything like that off the top of my head tbh

faulkner: what tropes do you LOVE writing? which ones are your guilty pleasure?

…. Why not ALL the tropes? …okay maybe not ALL of them

o’connor: what tropes/genres do you dislike writing?

Eh, im a p open person to tropes/genres- I mean unless like a trope could count as in, like- “it was all a dream” or “you were the killer all along” or some shit like that, then that type of shit isnt REALLY my cup of tea

dickinson: what insecurities do you have about your own writing? what do you think you should improve on?

There’s a lotta things I think I could improve on, honestly… I think, its not a matter of insecurity really, more so like- no matter who you are, there’s always room for improvements, I think we all improve on things every day, writing, drawing, roleplaying, even simple things- after all, there’s nowhere to really go except forward in life, so I just tend to go with my own flow, and if I improve than I’m happy with that, if I dont? Welp, that just means I still have a bit to go-

playlist: what kind of music/songs help you write? do you have a writing playlist?

oh god I w i s h I was organized enough to fucking- have a writing playlist ashdjshfdsj, it just depends on my mood- sometimes I get distracted by songs tho-

record: have you written things based off of songs? do you like to?

…I wrote one, its a really old one and im not too proud of it, but, people like it apparently so I keep it up since it seems to make em happy and thats what matters in that regard, but nah im not BIG on writing things based off songs

nobel: have you published anything you’ve written? online or irl?

Hmmm not yet, I don’t think I’m ready to physically publish my stories or anything, although my dad does encourage it, he tells me I should find a publisher or whatever and publish some stories (it wouldnt be ones with like- characters from things like camp camp, dream daddy, etc of course- it’d be ones with my own characters)

notepad: can you write anywhere or do you have to be in a specific place and mood to write?

D e f i n i t e l y a specific place and mood, my mood’s totally off and wrong right now and its frustrating bc im trying to write but the body and brain is like no motherfucker, be in pain and hate me more than you already do

parchment: how often do you or your personal life influence your writing?

I dont… know if ANY of my personal life has… influenced my writing? not that I know of anyways

dedication: if you were to publish a book or multiple, who would you dedicate the book(s) to?

I think… I dont know who I’d dedicate the books too or anything-

trope: what’s a pet peeve you have about writing?

…honestly? The one pet peeve I, myself, have with writing is the I/Me POV- now of course its fine if others use it, it could be easier to them, or they simply like it a lot, but I myself, just- cant fucking s t a n d that type of pov

input: what’s something you hate that people say to you about writing/your writing?

Okay- I need to be honest here, bc I get a lot of them, when I constantly state that I only do one shots and not chapter stories but the whole “pls continue” “another part to this please” “Do more of this” that doesnt really make me wanna do more, it makes me wanna move on actually from any of that, like im not about that plz continue, do more!!! type of comments

critic: what’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received about writing?

Oh god I’ve received TONS of good advice from people, especially when it comes to some of the German I use for Henrik, I will admit… I’ve been severely slacking with learning my German, and I…. I deeply regret it tbh, but- I never mind and am actually grateful when someone corrects me when using a word incorrectly in a sentence or whatever

mifflin: what do you feel is your strong suit in writing?

A n g s t

houghton: what’s something you love that people compliment your pieces on?

I love all compliments tbh, I especially love comments on my angst like NO HOW DARE YOU OP, or OP wha t the f uck- my he a r t, or anything like that- …im a sadistic lil gremlin arent I? I love breakin hearts with angst, but like any compliments I receive on my stories are all greatly appreciated, I just most of the time I dont have the time to respond to them, BUT- I do read em, every last one of em-

#evantrash #writer asks

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charleshero · 4 years

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finally its done my first book is done this is for a book series i am making this is the first book whoo hooo!

Author: Mr Deadly family created: it started Nov 28 2020 Genres: Fantasy, Horror, comedy, half a true story, Which country of origin was this book made: Canada Inspirations: my life, some friends, my own country and imagination, Will you make more books?: “soon probably’’ Do you have a fandom for this?: “yes i currently do’’ What is your age?: “Fourteen’’ What is your Dreams?: ‘’ i honestly have a couple dreams i don't know if i can list them all but i want to be a baker, a famous book writer, A talented artist, and a therapist, What’s your favourite messaging app?: “discord cause that’s where i started” Do you have any websites? “ a website about a show i'm working on with some idea’s What's the plot?: a kid with a average life but things have taken a bad to a good turn to a strange unique adventure

The Child the aunt and the godmother Book 1:

Chapter 1

I woke up in bed feeling average, like I did everyday, nothing strange, just plain old normal. I had a shower and got dressed. I went to go get my shoes on but I found two letters. it must have come from the mail slot. One from a hospital about my parents, the second about me going to live with my aunt. At this point you could guess I read number one. I was frustrated and sad to hear my parents had died in a car crash. I hid in my room and cried until my aunt knocked on the door. So I went to go open it. As I opened the door I noticed a weird happy grin on my aunt's face. I had two thoughts: number one she killed my parents or number two she was glad to have someone go live with her, since she was always lonely. She could see my finger twitch as she looked at me. ''Don't worry I wont hurt you'' she said as she picked me up and hugged me tightly ''I miss them too'' she said somehow I felt calm enough to fall asleep in her arms, when I woke up I found myself in bed, in a room, I've never seen before, it had all my stuff in it as well.. She must have packed up my stuff and put it in one of the rooms in her house.I Stretched and yawned remembering the letter I've tried to prevent myself from crying but it didn't work tears flowed down my cheeks my aunt heard and immediately opened the door she hugged me tightly more tighter than she's ever hugged me "shhh i'm here shhh'' she said trying to make me calm after awhile i stopped crying and told my aunt why i was crying she looked at my eyes and told me something "it's ok Dear i'll always be here for you i'll try to show you I love you" I smiled happily hearing those words she saw my smile and she smiled back she was about to speak again "would you like a tour of the house? and maybe even the forest?" Yes I said she stopped hugging me and stood up ''come on let's go hun^^" he thought to himself ive never been called hun before. Ok I replied and stood up out of bed i held her hand and she held my hand tightly like how a mother bear would protect her young my aunt has been denied more then she has counted all she has ever wanted was to start her own family I can tell This means alot to her that she hopes this will work that she hopes i'll stay with her she showed me the bedrooms of the house even her own room she showed me where the bathrooms are, The living room, The kitchen, even the nice cozy fireplace i felt at home at this place already but the tour didn't stop there.

Chapter 2

She showed me where the house phone was located "only use it in case of emergencies sweety" she said calmly ok i'll remember that i said The next spot was the basement i told her i was afraid of the dark she laughed a little "what are you afraid somethings gonna hurt you?" I looked down at the ground feeling like i'm being bullied. She felt bad "h-hey i was just joking i'm just not used to caring for anyone i swear i'll try my best can you forgive me?" yes i forever you i said a little bit embarrassed she turned on the basement light and we went down stairs the room was well lighted i saw a picture of my mom and my aunt in the picture they looked about five or four "let me show you something about this picture" she said as she took it out of the frame it showed my aunt holding a strange creatures hand the creature had golden eyes, it had horns kind of like a goat's horns it had a skull for a head and a slim body it wore a old crown the creature looked female you could tell because it had round things near its chest like all females have who's that i said curiously and a little bit scared "oh yeah your mother never told you about her well she's your god mother she's a wendigo'' I backed up scared wondering if this was a trap my aunt smiled softly she giggled "hey it's gonna be alright i swear i'll explain everything'' she said as she placed her hand on my shoulder I hugged her tightly and she hugged back "do you want to go meet your god mother? she's nice i promise me, your godmother, and your mother always hung out together when we were children'' s-sure i said nervously she kissed me on the head and she grabbed my hand again as we went up on the stairs i had a couple thoughts. 1. is she gonna sacrifice me i don't wanna die! .2. Is she gonna feed me to that creature?! .3. Am I asleep or is this all real??............................ I hope not he thought to himself his finger twitched again which meant i was nervous very very nervous I said absolutely nothing for awhile but i built up the courage to ask her a question Am i gonna die is this all real?! “Your not gonna die hun and yes this is of course real come on lets go we dont wanna wait until tomorrow do we?” Of course not, I replied.

Chapter 3

we stopped at the house door and my aunt turned to me "oh yeah forgot to mention we should put on winter clothes so we don't get frostbite" I looked at her curiously winter clothes? wait are we on a mountain or something why would we need winter clothes? She looks at me giggling "oh yeah that's right you slept the whole way in my arms hehe you were adorable when you were sleeping and yes were on a mountain'' Oh ok I walked away and went to my room i closed the door as i started getting undressed i gathered my winter clothes and i putted them on i went to go to the house door to wait for my aunt it was a couple minutes to wait for her she was wearing black winter clothes we both putted are shoes on and headed out into the cold forest of this unique mountain the wind was howling the crunching snow under are feet was soft and nice. I started sneezing and getting a little cold. I thought I was getting sick. My aunt noticed and worried “do you think you’ll be ok?” She asked like a very very worried mother. Yes I'll be fine I promise auntie we went back to walking we said nothing the wind was howling loudly The breeze was very very cold more cold then a cold bath of ice I could feel my body getting colder and colder I hummed to myself to pass the time After I was done humming my aunt faced me she ruffled my hair saying i was silly and she wondered where i heard that song i told her i heard it from a stereo once i said happily she nodded smiling we played eye spy for a while my aunt won of course but soon i Yawned tiredly my aunt smiled "are you tired?" Nope i'm not tired i replied "ok then i was just checking she ruffled my hair again i smiled. .

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Chapter 4

We’ve been walking for a while. We’ve been going in circles. I wondered if I looked at my aunt. She smiled her normal happy smile “Where almost there I promise, do you trust me?” of course i trust you your my aunt i said to her she picked me up and placed me on her shoulder she tickled me making me laugh happily we soon arrived to a old looking cabin we went in and she placed me down my aunt was searching for something in there What are you looking for? i asked “a gateway to your godmother's house this is only the entrance we will be teleported into her house do you still trust me?’’ Of course i do i replied a little bit worrying if she was going insane “there it is’’ She grabbed my arm and pulled a lever we were teleported into a house i heard birds chirping a bright sun i saw bright beautiful roses this place looks like a world of imagine could this be real? ‘’Of course it's real darling” it is? ah ok Then I said curiously My aunt held my hand “where in her garden located on the Sixth room” The Sixth room how many rooms does she have? I looked at my aunt and I thought this adventure was amazing. “no idea never really counted the rooms but do you really wanna know why your mom never told you about your godmother?” Yes i certainly wanna know i was thinking about why she has never told me about her Do you know why auntie? “Yes i do…...when your mom got married to your dad she found your godmother trying to break him apart by going into his dreams, Scaring him and stealing his money he got from work from all his hard work years later When you were birthed well when you came out of your mom Your godmother was there she was giddy and happy she was very excited She wanted to come up with a wendigo nickname or even just a name She even wanted to hold you and spend time with you, your mom and your dad But something happened between your mom and your godmother your mom snapped she said your godmother couldn't give you name’s and that your godmother is a bad influence because of all the fun and scary adventures we did as children she even told your godmother that there friendship is over for the first time in probably never your godmother was angry and said she broke the window of the hospital and when your dad came in the room your godmother bite him on the arm causing him to bleed she turned to black smoke vanishing back to her home and that’s why your mother and father never mentioned your godmother….” I….. but w-why was my mom so harsh i know she was trying to protect me b-but f-family should stick together and n-not fight tears came from my eyes my aunt noticed quickly she hugged me tightly she sang me a song to calm me down it was a song ive never heard of before “shh little goat dont cause tear;s because auntie’s gonna make the bad person die and if that person’s blood isn't spilled she;s gonna hug and kiss you on the cheek until you’ll feel better’’

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Chapter 5

I've seen to have now fallen asleep in my aunts arms again her voice was very smooth it was like silk it was filled with beauty she had black hair and she always wore black clothes she had white skin and green eyes while i just was just wearing a red shirt a winter hoodie pants snow boots i had black hair and black eyes with white pale skin my aunt carried me to a bedroom where she putted me in the center she didn't want to go take a long time to find a room to sleep in by herself so she got in bed and snuggled me tightly we were both warm and cozy we slept until the next day I opened my eyes and saw my aunt’s arms wrapped around me she was asleep i didn't wanna wake her i went back to sleep a couple minutes later she woke up and pinched me to try to wake me up i yawned and she smiled and yawned to we hugged tightly then we let go of eachother we stood up I stretched and she yawned again soon we were fully up we grabbed everything that belonged to us we walked out the bedroom and went a room that looked like a throne room i saw my godmother on the throne she was big and creepy and kinda cute i shook my head and lost that thought i didn't want to have the hots for my godmother i was curiously wondering if my godmother is a wendigo breeded with succubus i wondered if she was a mix or it was just well her gender that made her look strange “come on go see your godmother’’ i-iam to nervous i don't know if i can go over to talk to her i'm too frightened…… she had sighed and picked me up she placed me on her shoulders she walked over to her old friend aka my godmother The Female wendigo looked at us the wendigo stood up and got out of her throne She hugged my aunt tightly the wendigo turned her attention to me she had looked into my eyes wondering if my godmother will hurt me she gently took me off my aunts shoulder my god mother hugged me tightly smiling happily but kinda with a creepy looking grin i've never seen before The wendigo finally spoke “welcome to my home my god son its so nice to finally well get introduced you have your mother’s beautiful eyes you even look just like her even though your a boy” i spoke when she was finished “”t-thanks for the compliment i g-guess”” my aunt told my godmother why i was well with her my godmother looked sad to hear that my parents died she had pat my back gently and carefully “you poor little thing” She said worryingly.

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Chapter 6

My godmother puts me down. The godmother spoke again where are my manners you two must be starving. I'll get my butlers to serve food and follow me. She must have wanted to change the subject badly. She said walking into the direction we followed her and ended up in the kitchen. I saw blood on the ground. I saw two dead bodys and i saw one of the butler’s cooking the corpse i was scared i thought we were gonna be turned into food i was about to run out But the god mother noticed i was scared She opened her mouth “its ok dear your not gonna be a victim of mine i am neutral ok and i would never hurt you your all i have left of your mother i love you dear and here try some it's not bad She had grabbed a spoon of soup she putted the soup in my mouth and i swallowed it She smiled and spoke once more “that's a very good boy!^^ did you like it?” Actually yeah i replied a little bit shocked i liked the soup will i turn into a cannibal? i wondered my aunt spoke “don't worry dear she hurts bad people but when she’s very hungry she goes for good people and theses aren't human body’s so don't worry” She hugged him tightly it was the god mother’s turn to speak “i haven't had human in years i kinda miss the taste but remember i wouldn't harm you anyways let’s go to the dining room” *we saw her walk out the room going into another it was a nice long table it had candles on it the candles were bright the was pictures of my mom, my aunt and my godmother together through there adventures on the other wall was pictures of other wendigo’s probably my godmother’s family it was just a simple guess honestly. All three of us sat at the table my aunt and godmother sat beside me they probably did this because they didn't want me to well choke on something soon the butler’s have arrived they brought baked good’s and the soup’s made out of strange corpses one of the soups had a eye in them there was organ chilli and theses weird shaped cut brains must have been my godmother’s version of chicken nuggets there was pudding that looked like it was mixed with blood there was a cake called a bloodvet cake a velvet cake mixed with blood and there’s always a surprise in the cake it could be a hand, a head even a leg there was music playing in the background i couldn't put my finger on which song it was Strange and very new it was better then any song i've heard. When we were eating my godmother asked me a couple questions “so hun what’s your name? how old are you? and i bet you haven't seen good food like this before” Well my name is isaac i've always wanted to change my name i am currently fourteen and your right i've never had good food like this this is very very amazing but now it's my turn to ask questions how old are you godmother? and what’s your name? The god mother spoke “my name is marinette the queen of wendigo’s and age? Well that’s a secret so i'm just gonna say young hehe” ok then anyways i turn to my aunt what’s your name auntie? The aunt replied quickly “Melissa von Rose, that's my name dear” Thank you two for answering my questions and I am glad we got to know each other. The two women replied “your welcome hun.

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Chapter 7

The godmother Looked at me curiously ‘’so issac what would you change your name to if you don't like the name isaac” I replied instantly well i would prefer changing my name to Robbie it sounds like a very good name the name always interested me for some reason She looked at me in surprise “sounds like a wonderful name hey issac do you mind if i give you a little nickname?” sure godmother i don't mind and i feel like it's only fair since my mother didn't well let you pick me a name “well it's more of a nickname i’ll nickname you seeker and seeky” It's a beautiful nickname i love it^^ i replied with that answer soon we were done eating the butler’s cleaned up the table the godmother opened her mouth once again “How would you two like to spend the weekend here?” My aunt replied first “only if it's okay with you marinette” The god mother replied to that “of course it is” I was excited to hear all this. I was gonna spend time with two people I care about and two people who care about me. Maybe this could be my family instead. I hugged both of them tightly they hugged back smiling happily there smile looked like they had some type of hope they were probably hoping i would change their lives I yawned tiredly almost like a kitten both the females said “awww so cute” They both ruffled his hair after they were done ruffling his hair the god mother placed him on her shoulders she pinched his cheek gently she spoke “were all gonna have so much fun i promise this will make your life interesting no longer plain” I spoke when she was done talking this sounds fun already i don't know what else would be fun i said then melissa replied “that's the point hun there’s nothing more fun than this at all we walked out of the dining room all of us smiling very very happy we were glad to all be together we loved each other it was like they were a married couple and i was the son.

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Chapter 8

We had walked into the hallway heading to a room they must be putting me in bed i thought after all i did yawn tiredly they must think sleep is very important to me and my body my aunt had open the room door my godmother placed me into bed they both kissed me on the head smiling i closed my eyes my aunt turned on a lamp and told melissa why she turned on the light it's because i have a fear of the dark they walked out the room and closed the door i can't wait for the second adventure tomorrow I Thought to myself and fell asleep.

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END For BOOK 1

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