#lemme check my ask doc

[shkika]

What's that about Grey Wind? Did she fail to meet her creator's expectations?

Yes! Chasing Wind did kind of fail to meet their expectations. She has quite the unique take on ascension, which makes her citizens uh.. a little unhappy.

[csbenthusiast]

May your heart never stop beating for me - Choi Yeonjun X f!reader

a/n: *ahem* hi😭 it’s been a long looong while since I last wrote something and posted in here(my apologies), but ummmm this is a comeback ? sort of? idk, but what I know is that this was sitting on my docs app FOR SO SO LONG LIKE SINCE FEBRUARY and it was supposed to be out on Halloween and then on Christmas but I got sick😬 anyways consider this a miracle and a late gift 😀 (I’m also planning a Soob fic that was supposed to be out on his birthday but shhhhhlets not talk about it for now).

a/n²: y’all I lied😨 I’m late once again, but what matters is that it’s finally here!! Literally a year later 😀 and ummm I tried to mix two ways of writing this, so I hope it was not confusing!

Genre: angst? it’s bittersweet.

CW: toxic relationship (nothing to worry about, YJ and mc just go back and forth), language, Yeonjun has a bad behavior(I’m not sorry, I was feeling very angsty), implied suggestive touches? they both need each other in a not so healthy way. Lemme know if I missed something!

WC: 2.2k

disclaimer: this only fiction and does not represent this idol in any way.

Pls enjoy and give me feedbacks:DDD they make me very happy (English is not my first language, excuse any mistakes 😙)

Songs I listened while writing this: here

The weather outside was definitely a mood killer. As the days passed by, October just got colder and colder. And it’s not like the chilly weather wasn’t nice, in fact, it was actually quite pleasant.

The season was nice, sure. But spending the days alone was not on your ‘to do’ list, to be honest.

Yeonjun left without even explaining himself once again. Everyday life seemed meaningless and the urge to check up on him was growing more and more.

It was worthless, though. Why bother yourself when he has never put you on the top of his priority list? Was it too much to ask?

Despite that, here you were, almost 10pm on a Tuesday trying to cheer up your mood with a random movie playing on the TV.

It was a terrible film, though. The best option was probably going to sleep, but you knew better; going to bed meant reminiscing everything until the first ray of sunshine was peeking through the curtains.

In the end, you tried to go through that mess.

And, somehow, that thing was able to get your attention to the point where you ended up startled by the sound of the doorbell.

You tried to ignore it at first, too scared to check who it was, but it rang again. Was it a murder? No, no murder would ring the doorbell before making a victim.

In defeat, and dragging your feet to where the door was, you took a look through the peephole and, right now, the person outside was probably worse than a murder.

Yeonjun couldn’t be on the other side in the middle of the night, right? It was like he read your mind.

You twisted the keys in a hurried move, though. Being curious sometimes was a curse.

“Hey.” It’s the only thing he bothered to say, looking at his feet like he was ashamed. As if.

“What are you doing here?” You hissed, not really sure of how you were supposed to feel. It’s kind of bittersweet.

He was still looking at the ground, but you took notice of how Yeonjun was shivering. Was it due to the cold and the lack of clothes? You’re not sure.

“I…” a sigh escaped his chapped “I don’t know, all the roads lead me here at the end of the day, I suppose.” It was an attempt to cheer up the mood, but by the look on your face he quickly replaced his smile with a frown.

Two pairs of eyes bored into each other, and it was clear that you were anything but pleased to see him standing by your doorstep. But, again, being good could be a curse, perhaps.

It was cold outside, and Yeonjun was shivering. Maybe you should invite him inside. Unfortunately, you did.

Huening Kai will have to deal with this later, I guess.

"Come on, you're clearly cold." You stepped aside, making room for him. "I can make some tea if you'd like. What do you say?"

"That's what I like about you, Y/N." Yeonjun winked "You're always looking out for me." and made himself comfortable on her couch.

"Do you deserve it, though?" the girl mumbled, occupying herself in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, the older boy was looking around the room and hallway. A few things changed; the picture you two took back in July was no longer hanging on the wall and a few decorations were out of place. Odd.

"Hey, Y/N?" he called, receiving back a hum. "Where's our photo? You know, the one you're kissing my cheek."

The nerve. Where does he think it went?

"What do you mean 'Where's our photo'?" She scoffed, dropping a few things while doing so. "I put it in a box, of course" and mumbled loud enough for Yeonjun to hear.

The boy frowned as if she said the most horrible thing in the world. How could she put it in a box? Does that mean their relationship meant nothing to her?

"I can see the gears turning inside your head." Y/N said from behind, which scared him a little. Did you have a sixth sense or something? "Don't think too much about it… or do, it's up to you since I don't have a say in any of our conversations anyways."

Now, that definitely bruised his ego. Why were you being so passive aggressive all of sudden?

"What's wrong?" He asked, sitting by the couch once again.

Is he playing dumb? Or is he just trying to get under my skin?

Y/N bitterly chuckled. You surely could've ignored him when he knocked on your fucking door a few minutes ago, but you didn't and now you had to deal with his stupid behavior.

No, wait. Why were you complaining, though? You were the one who agreed to play his little games, right? Little games? Is that what this is?

"Hey, Y/N, look at me, will you?" Ah, it took him long enough. He used that sweet tone; he always did. Maybe that's his curse, being awfully sweet yet such a jerk sometimes. "What's wrong? Now I'm the one who's able to see the gears in your head." He chuckled and grabbed her hands, gesturing for Y/N to sit beside him.

His touch sent shivers down her spine, but it’s not like she would admit it. And Yeonjun must’ve noticed that, because he took this opportunity to bring Y/N closer to his body with a hug.

That touch was supposed to be an act of comfort, but it only made her feel more anxious than when she saw his face earlier that night. However, it was impossible to ignore his scent; y/n’s senses were drowning with every touch and breath lingering on her skin. Yeonjun was sneaky, he moved his hand off her arms and stroked her back, and, maybe, just maybe, y/n’s heart started to beat a little bit faster and louder.

Perhaps that’s your curse. Yeonjun always found a way to drive you insane, and you always tried to push his buttons. But by the end of the day, you two would always get back together. Saying that it would be the last time you’d hurt each other was pointless, because it was not the truth.

Despite everything, y/n wanted to be mad, sad and let everything out. But she couldn’t, her mind was a complete mess with every brush of his fingers on her skin.

“Hey, you seem off.” Yeonjun brought her face closer to his by holding her chin.

“Am I now?” Y/N flinched at his touch, face burning with the proximity. Your body betraying your emotions made him smirk.

Yeonjun’s breath was against her neck, with lips slightly brushing over her ear.

“Yes, you are.” He whispered. “Kitten, talk to me. Why are your walls suddenly up, hm?” And planted a kiss by her pulse point.

This situation was uncomfortable, to say the least. But it’s not like you wanted him to stop.

Really? He should stop. You had to stop it.

“I hate you…” y/n’s breath hitched. She pushed him away, but that was not enough. He frowned and tried to get closer to you at all costs. “I hate you for lying to me. And…and for running away when you sensed something was wrong. You always do that and then come back here to say it’s the last time, but let’s be honest, we both know it’s not the last time and…”

Yeonjun kept quiet the whole time. He knew you were right, it was a very good point, but he wouldn’t admit it. As always, he tried to stand up for himself.

“Come on, Y/N, that’s not true. We both know that.” his thumb grazed the line of her upper lip and her whole body tingled at the touch.

You were better than that, of course. Your hands wrapping around his wrists to push him away were enough of a sign to startle him.

“You’re making me look like some fucking crazy ex-boyfriend.” His words were sharp; sharp enough to make Y/N chuckle and cry at the same time.

Maybe that's what he is. Ex-boyfriend. The words matched his actions, but why hearing or even saying it out loud left a bitter taste in your mouth?

“Maybe that’s what you are.” hurt was evident in her voice. “You run away, fuck some other girl and then come back to me expecting everything will be alright? I’m tired, Yeonjun. And I’d appreciate it if you could just…leave me alone.”

He went silent. The room grew silent once again, and the only sound that dared break the silence was the soft thuds of his heart. His breath hitched, but he put on an act with a scoff, trying his best to look unfazed.

What else was he expecting? She was right, he messed up one too many times. Even when they did reconcile, it never lasted long.

After a few minutes of thinking, and an endless amount of silence, he looked at her with a sly smile curling his lips.

“Kitten, has anyone made you feel as good as I do? I don’t think so…” his lips widened even more with every second.

And, maybe, just maybe, he was right, and thinking about it left a bitter taste on your mouth. No one has ever made you feel like he did; does. Did it really matter if he shattered your heart? By the end of the day he would be just Yeonjun, the loving, caring and stupid boy you met through your friends.

Yeonjun could read you like a book, but you never really tried to hide your feelings or reactions either. Just the subtle brush of his fingertips on your arm was enough to get him under your skin again.

It’s all too overwhelming.

“You like this, don’t you?” He whispered. “It’s a cat and mouse game. Excited much?” Yeonjun added.

Oh, yes. This was nothing but a game.

Right before his eyes y/n was clearly aching. But you didn’t have anywhere to hide, did you? You opened the door and let him in.

It’s just you and me now, she thought.

“Who wins in the end?” Y/n looked at him with a bored expression, but in reality everything about her was fragile now.

Despite that, Yeonjun kept a smug look on his face, bringing her close to him. It was obvious what he was thinking.

“I’m not quite sure. Wanna find out?” He licked his lips and kissed her cheek.

His breath was hot on your collar, making you loudly swallow. He moved his mouth from your face to your ear, then jawline and lastly the neck, making you whole body shiver with the contact, a human contact you missed for weeks.

“Why do you treat me like this?” She mumbled, too dizzy with his touches.

“Now, that’s not what I asked, love. Do you want to find out how this game ends?”

A tear dared to almost run down your face. You wouldn’t let Yeonjun do that to you, though.

“M-mouse…” Y/N whispered. “Mouse wins.”

Yeonjun seemed amused by your response, which made his grin widen; you couldn’t properly speak without wanting to break right in front of him.

He pulled away from you, going back on his feet.

Is he going away again? You thought right before he offered his hands for you to take. And so you did, just like you did a few months ago.

Surprisingly, the palm of his hands were really warm and welcoming. Who would’ve thought, right?

“You’re so pretty, princess…” Yeonjun smoothed your hair and dragged his thumb across your lips.

Pretty? It’s more like ‘weak’.

He was asking for something, that was a fact even if unspoken. You couldn’t blame him, could you? He was just this good at turning the tables, so good to the point he would make you feel weak and break for him.

“You’re not supposed to be here…” That was everything y/n was able to reply. She was confused, frustrated. Why was he doing all of this? To torture you?

But it felt good, though; having him there in the middle of the living room under the dim lights of the apartment. You didn’t want to be alone, it was not a good option.

However, it was impossible to ignore the tension growing in the air.

Before she could think some more, Yeonjun stumbled with her into the kitchen, being quick to press a soft kiss on her lips and placing her on top of the counter.

It was a short touch of lips, but enough to make y/n sparkle inside and also shake with anxiety. He did know how to be convincing.

“This is the last time I tell you’ve got it wrong…the last time I’ll run away.” He mumbled, chin resting on her shoulder while she caressed his covered back.

“Only if you promise me your heart won’t ever stop beating for me.”

He nodded, a silent agreement.

Was it really?

“I promise.” Yeonjun smirked, holding y/n on his arms and dragging her down the hallway straight to her room.

Heh happy Valentine’s Day y’all

[hypnofantasma]

THE FANON GALLERIES

HI!! So, to celebrate my community and all of its fan creations and designs, i have created an ever-growing public gallery of sorts, called The Valziva (a Kraizenian central art gallery, at the center of every city)! I first shared it yesterday in my Discord server (linked below), but I'd figured I'd also share it for those off-server folk who are apart of the community!

Every artist/owner has their own folder, with each character having their own folder with art and refs and stuff! And in the owner's folder, you can also have an explanation doc, talking about and brainrotting about your characters, etc.

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I have a method in the server for collecting submissions, but on here, it'll be a bit different.

If you'd like a character gallery in the folder (a Google drive, which is this: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/14bC8hBcqbD_7_bC5tnqCYsCpadkSlL-3 ), please do the following steps:

- 1) Go to @kenopsia-asks , and send an ask.

- 2) In the ask, tell me what you want your Owner Folder to be named.

- 3) In the ask me your fan Kenopsia characters, with their full names and images associated with them. Can be Kraizen, Omni, Were, Tether, anything! You can send them as raw images over Tumblr, or, you can send me a drive link with everything!

- 4) Optional but appreciated would be a Doc with information about the characters and their stories, as well as Toyhouse links and stuff.

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If you have nameless characters, just lemme know and I'll toss em in anyway. I probably won't reply to the asks, but I'm PRETTY quick to get stuff added to the folders so just look within the hour and they'll likely be there! If they aren't, I likely got pulled away irl.

ANYWAY- I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS IDEA OF MINE!! This community has done so much for me, so I thought a showcase of everyone's wonderful art and designs and tales!! 💚💙💜❤️💚💙💜❤️

[vacantgodling]

🥸🧥 hello i am a humble stranger here for the secret wip knowledge... 📓

welcome to secret wip corner mysterious stranger 😎

so i literally have a whole doc of my rogue yeehan ideas when i’m not thinking about cage OR when i’m pretending that my custody battle au that i need to update doesn’t exist. so i will let loose one of my ideas from the aether: one of my i have a kink about cassidy’s voice fic idea.

hear me out like

cassidy’s voice is hot as shit and i’m a weak sad sad man and i feel like hanzo is the same and you can pry this from my cold dead hands.

i don’t have a name for it yet but it’s a “sales call center au” (ive worked at both a call center and have done my fair share of phone sales so more of this au hinges on my experience from phone sales lol) and basically cole gets hired by some company (overwatch ig) to sell services over the phone. his easy humor, smooth voice, and non pressuring vibes have led to numerous sales so someone (idk who yet) asks him to pursue the toughest nut to crack: hanzo’s company—shimada whatever. no one has been ever able to get past the gatekeeping front desk staff let alone talk to the ceo. so cole does some digging and manages to get the ceo’s (hanzo’s) personal number. he leaves a few messages which hanzo ignores, but cole isn’t one to leave this shit hanging. finally one day hanzo picks up and is all Will you Quit Calling. and cole is like okay one growl at me more daddy what—but he’s like sugar gimme a second of your time but hanzo hangs up on him.

now at the company i worked for (and any phone sales company) getting hung up on didn’t mean don’t pursue; in fact they said hey keep trying until you get a good convo and a formal no then push them out for a few months and come back (basically pester them to death you know businesses gotta business LMAO). the only exception is obviously dnc lists and whatnot. so cole keeps calling. and more and more he and hanzo start to actually talk. it’s pretty flirty from jump and their talks get longer and longer to the point that they don’t even talk about sales or any of that shit just about each other. cassidy “takes work home” a night or two on his personal cell (and they have phone sex cough). and then eventually hanzo’s like alright tell me about this product of yours so i don’t make your superiors think i’m wasting your time. cassidy does the full pitch, hanzo actually considers it because he’s built up so much rapport with cole and it WOULD be beneficial for the business… so he’s just like cole i will consider your proposal and partnering with your company on one condition… and cole’s just anything sugar name your price. SO hanzo’s like i do not do online payments. i will only provide you a check… in person. and i will only sign if you are physically in my office. CLEARLY he’s saying “cole i need you in my bed and i’m willing to make this fucking happen” and cole knows but obviously it’s a recorded line when he’s in the office so he’s like hon lemme put you on hold. goes to talk to his boss and reyes (ig who is his boss i haven’t thought much about the company structure yet) is like: boy, if you get the shimada’s to sign i will promote you the second you come back WITH bonuses. and cole explains how hanzo will only sign if he goes in person and reyes is like i’ll book the flight for tomorrow LMAO. so cole goes back to his phone to talk to hanzo and said can i count on you to pick me up at the airport? and he can hear hanzo smiling over the line and HUEHUEHUE

yeah anyway when he gets to hanzo’s city they see each other in person they’re so fucking horny, they go to hanzo’s penthouse and fuck nasty style and then the next day hanzo goes over all the terms, signs the check and huzzah business partners lol. they probably get married in the future too LMAO

is it ethical?? idc the fic is hot to me LOL. one day i’ll write it 🌚

[raewritesfiction]

Animals (Get In) [Pedro Pascal]

A/N: I got an idea listening to a song which I’ll input for you all. My Spanish isn’t great and I’ve been using google translate to help me; my sincerest apologies for possibly butchering this beautiful language. Sorry for the formatting; it’s something to do with c&p from my docs app.

Plot: AU where Pedro isn’t famous and you have housemates who don’t like him so you sneak out for some fun in his car.

Pairing: Pedro Pascal X Female!Reader

Warnings: smut, dangerous driving (don’t do this!), oral (m and f receiving) p in v (unprotected - always use a condom!!)

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You always thought being an adult meant your days of sneaking out to see a boyfriend were over but after seeing Pedro for a few months now you had come to find out your housemates disliked him intently and would actively do whatever they could to stop you seeing him.

Okay so he was a ‘bad boy’ in some ways but you could see his soft heart and you’d never felt so loved and appreciated by anyone else. Also the more your housemates tried to stop you from seeing Pedro, the more you wanted to see him.

You check your watch and giddily climb up onto your window ledge; you check around and shimmy yourself down the drainpipe and then climb down the trellis to the floor. You wait a few beats before checking around the corner and seeing Pedro’s car, a 57 Chevy Bel Air, at the corner waiting for you - lights off and passenger door open ready for you to jump in on the run.

There’s movement in your house as someone walks about and you decide it’s better now than later, quickly going to full sprint towards the idling car. You manage to perfectly dive inside and just as you shut the door Pedro takes off, making the wheels squeal in protest.

“Hey Querida…”

“Hey Papi” you wink and twist on the front seat, slipping off your coat to reveal a tight dress and stockings underneath.

“Jesucristo...” he breathes and has trouble keeping his eyes on the road as you stretch and adjust your dress around your assets.

“I missed you baby.”

“I missed you too, thanks for helping me get my licence back.” He smirks and licks his lips, a hand moving from the gear stick to your thigh.

“Not a problem. Glad I could help.” You shuffle your legs, run a hand through your hair to push it back off your face and shuffle closer on the seat to drape yourself over Pedro; one hand squeezed his thigh while the other was leaning on the back of the seat around his shoulders.

You run your nose up the side of his neck and flick your tongue over the edge of his ear.

“I’ve really missed you…” you whisper and kiss over his neck and jaw.

Your hand lightly squeezes the growing bulge in his jeans which makes him hit the accelerator in response.

“Cariño, you’re killing me here.” He smiles and squeezes your thigh again, pouting as you pull away; “Did I tell you to stop though?”

Letting out a devilish giggle you squeeze him again and catch street lights speeding by faster; if you got caught this time there would be no helping to get his licence back but it was far too much fun to tease.

Pedro quickly grips the wheel with both hands when you unzip his jeans to free him from their confines. He lets out a low groan as the cool night air hits him but looks over to you briefly with a sly smile when he sees you tying back your hair.

Your hand wraps around his cock and jerks slowly, your lips rest against his ear where you whisper to him.

“Can’t wait to feel you inside me Papi; gonna make you feel so good. Wanna feel that thick cock stretch me out and fill me up. Yeah? You like hearing that? Oh god I need it so bad…”

You moan and squeeze your thighs together, continuing “I’ve missed you being inside me. My fingers just aren’t enough… You always make me cum so hard Papi…that cock deep inside me, reaching places nobody else has…”

You whine and swallow audibly. “You want my mouth for now? It’s much more talented than my hand..” nipping his ear lobe and letting out small moans and whimpers to rile him up further.

He nods “oh god, you talk so dirty!”

You nod against him and lean down, positioning yourself under his arms. You swiftly take him in your mouth and hear Pedro’s loud moan above the engine; sucking him slowly you bob your head and swirl your tongue, hand moving to his balls and rolling them in your palm.

“Oh baby girl… that mouth of yours has some real talent but I can’t wait to feel that cunt squeezing me, driving me crazy and milking me dry.” He groans and briefly drops his head back, closing his eyes in pleasure.

“Oh fuck!” Pedro straightens out the car, barely missing a ditch beside the road and quickly looking around to make sure there were no cops. After a few beats he grunts and moans again, deciding to pull over into a disused track before he crashes the car.

You carefully pull away and look up at Pedro as he stops the car and looks down at you “¿Eres mi puta? (Are you my whore?)”

“Always” you flick your tongue along the underside of his dick and then lean up, hitching up your dress to reveal your lack of panties as if to prove a point.

“Buena niña.. (Good girl)” he nods and man handles you onto your back as best he could, lifting your legs over his shoulders and lifting your dripping wet pussy to his mouth.

His tongue slowly laps over you from entrance to clit, mouth closing around you once he reaches the sensitive nub so he could suck at you in pulses. His hands hold your ass and support you at an angle in the confined space so all you had to do was relax into his touch and enjoy the pleasure he was giving you.

You whine and moan his name, a hand threaded into his curly hair and tugging lightly while your other tugs your dress down to free your breasts to the air, your nipples already hard and sensitive from Pedro’s onslaught and the dipping night air.

You pant quickly and let out a string of profanity in English and Spanish and just when orgasm was at your literal finger tips Pedro growls and pulls away from you.

“NO!” You cry out “Please, baby!” Breathing heavy.

“Get on my dick!” He nips your inner thigh and helps you to move, quickly pushing down his pants and pulling you to straddle him. “Ven a mi..! (Get on me!)”

You could tell he was desperate to feel your cunt around him when he reverted back to Spanish to command you. You had learned quickly that the more you tease and withhold yourself from him the more commands came out in Spanish against your skin while his eyes were fixed on you.

“Llevame! (Ride me!)” he growls and guides his dick into you as you lower down along his thick length. You barely settle, feeling him stretch you out, before you’re rocking your hips quickly building to a faster pace.

Pedro splays his hands on your back and throws his head back, moaning low, you move your hands from his chest to rest around his shoulders leaning his head back up so your tits were directly in his face. He wastes no time nipping and sucking on your nipples, his arms tightening around your waist.

“That’s it cariño, ride it!” He scrapes his teeth over your skin and groans, guiding you to bounce on him. You happily oblige and moan out his name, dropping your forehead to his and watching his brown eyes blow out to almost completely black.

Pedro tilts your face and kisses you hungrily, a hand threading into the back of your mussed hair and holding your head; he pistons and runs his hips up into you, alternating your rhythm and pulling you down onto each and every thrust.

“Correte para mi..(cum for me)” he nods and nips your lip. “sé una buena niña…(be a good girl)”

You pant and whine, you loved it when he spoke Spanish to you like this.

“quiero sentirte.. (I want to feel you)” he whispers against your lips.

You stutter out a cry of ecstasy as you finally tip over the edge and cum around his cock; your quivering pulsing along his length and causing him to follow a few seconds after with a moan of your name.

As you both slowly come down from your post-orgasmic highs you kiss over Pedro’s neck lightly. He holds you close, stroking over your skin with his fingertips.

“Fuck I missed you..” his voice is low and rough.

“I missed you too.” You run your nose up his throat. “Worth the wait?”

“Siempre.. (always)”

[angellongtail]

Demon King LMK AU

yknow what I'ma try and do my best to ramble and people can ask me questions from there! If yall want more lemme know! I have many thoughts and a whole doc on this bad boi!

Everything will be under the cut!

So my OC Jay is placed in Wukongs spot as the great sage, he's a stone monkey demon, he uses his shapeshifting/glamour to make it look like he has horns and a skeleton tail, all purely for the aesthetic. He has many titles much like actual Wukong. He is MK’s mentor/technical biological father and will do anything for his friends and family… even if it means leaving them or dying. He has an on and off fling with Spider Queen (The shipname is DemonicWebs <3) . He’s also a CEO of a pretty big video game studio that helps him work on his video games and he also has a movie studio that makes movies for him.

Jay originally when MK was created was super excited and felt so ready to have a successor, he even prepared everything he wanted to teach MK. Eventually, however, he started feeling inadequate and felt like he couldn't truly protect and raise MK properly. Which was taking a toll on him. That anxiety got worse when someone (Macaque) anonymously sent a fancy letter to Jay that threatened him and his kid which scared Jay down to his core, which caused him to hide MK's demon qualities, erase MK's mind, and put him in Pigsy’s noodle shop, for his own safety.

When MK is an adult he makes regular appearances at Pigsys Noodles to check in on his son, in disguise of course. Although he gets a sort of Tony Hawk treatment where people know who he is but won’t believe him when he says he is Jay. Whenever he’s needed to make public appearances he uses his human disguise, For the movies and shows he’s been in his human disguise most of the time only showing his true form in front of a few select people. Once MK has the staff and is training under Jay, Jay is actually pretty quick in admitting about being MK's actual dad and it takes a while for MK to think about Jay's reasons and if he should forgive Jay or not for essentially abandoning him.

Jay and Macaque adopted each other as brothers, since they were technically the 'weird kids' in monkey society and mostly bullied because of it, and used to always say they were blood-related. As kids they did everything together and practically dragged each other everywhere. Eventually doing the immortality quests, their training, and getting weapons and armor together. Macaque was Jay's right-hand man even before Jay became Monkey King. Whenever they left Flower-Fruit Mountain, they would look into other people's lives for stories that they could perform for the monkeys and demons of Flower-Fruit Mountain, although they often exaggerated details and made some things up to make the stories interesting. That’s actually how Macaque found out he liked performing shadow plays and it's how Jay figured out that he liked being an Actor. Jay and Macaque were essentially dramatic theatre kids.

Jay quite literally paused his journey to the west to give Macaque a memorial service after killing him for Tripitaka's survival. Jay pulled everything he could in the moment to properly mourn his brother, giving Macaque the best funeral any mortal or immortal could ever get. Once Macaque revived and found himself under one of his favorite trees on FFM, he's sorta had a feeling of favor ever since and the need to get Jay back for it.

Macaque in this AU has several jobs; he works at his dojo training kids and adults alike, does his shadowplays, and has a little part-time job at a quiet cafe of sorts. He eventually interacts with his customers too, once he realizes that he likes this job. He gets a lot of tips since his voice is so smooth that it calms just about anyone that he’s talking to. Although he tends to humble any Karens that come in when he needs to, he tends to out-Karen them most of the time. He goes viral every time he humbles someone, in or out of work. His boss is fully on Macaque's side when it comes to all this as he manages to keep calm and can take a hit or two if need be.

Mk's Seasons 1+2 conflict/arc in this AU is panicking over his new role as hero and his identity crisis. That solidifies his identity enough for Seasons 3+4 to be about MK getting his powers and staff back from LBD/defeating LBD, and then becoming insecure about his ability to protect and be there for his friends which results in him becoming a bit clingy after Azure Lion withers away.

[scoonsalicious]

Wow, that was such a sweet ending. I can't believe we're here now. and guess what YOU DID IT! you finished a whole series so huge congratulations! That's not an easy feat. I'm proud of you!

Tony being dramatic with Pocket moving out as if she is going to move to another country only to find out it's just a couple blocks away? Hilarious. Also the umbilical cord line was so so funny. I'm glad for this fresh start though! Pocket absolutely needs it.

And here's me thinking "Where the hell is, Bucky?" and well there he is! So happy to see them be in such a better place now and I'm glad they were able to go to couples counseling and truly got to work on themselves. It might be rare but it's not impossible for couples to work out even after similar events that Bucky and Pocket have fone through. And well, they've grown a bond so strong with what they went through and I truly believe they're going to be better and healthier than before. I know there's going to be more of these two but for now, I will miss the shenanigans they'll get up to. Especially now that they've got their own place to christen hahaha those poor neighbors, doesn't matter if they're a whole floor down. They're going to hear it no matter what.

What a journey this has been. As I said, I've got all my reports compiled into one document. Would you believe me if I said I've written a total of 19k words from all these essays I've sent you? Insane, I tell you. I absolutely don't regret it one single bit. I enjoyed this ride so much, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I'll try and keep up with the future installments, sequels, and your other series (which has peaked my interest ngl) But with school and work, I'll try my best. I'll for sure pop in here whenever i can though. Until then, I'll see you around! Lots of Love!

— Jnon 🤍

WE did it, Jnon! All of us, together!

Although, if people ask what my Greatest Life Accomplishment is, I'm gonna say "oh, that book I wrote." I will *not* say it was Bucky Barnes fanfic smut; just a book, lol. Actually, lemme go check that off my Bucket List rn...

(Actual photo of my Bucket List. Please ignore the fact I used Papyrus. It was 2014, and yes, I was still old enough to know better.)

I loved the idea of Tony acting like Pocket moving out was the biggest affront to him that could be made. In the original draft, Bucky and Pocket were going to be going at it on the balcony like the touch-starved rabbits they were, and then Tony was going to fly over in his Iron Man suit, but I ended up not wanting to write the awkward, lol. Maybe I'll save it for a smutshot someday, lol.

So, I wrote the epilogue a long, long time ago. Like, way before I wrote the actual ending, or even up to... like Chapter 10, I think? I confess to deliberately playing with it so you didn't know if she and Bucky had gotten back together or not, because at the time, I didn't know myself. I wasn't sure if the ending was going to be truly happy, or just hopeful for them. I had a *brief* (and I mean very, very brief) moment where I had her coming home to Steve, but that died very quickly, because Ew, Steve. I mean, seriously. I think the only reason I thought of it was that it would make people's jaws drop, lol.

Yes, their neighbors are going to hate them, lol. Most definitely. Well, at least until the middle-aged woman who lives downstairs comes up to yell at them to keep it down, but Bucky answers the door in a two-sizes too small tank top and smiles his Bucky smile at her and then she gets it, lol, and did I just come up with another idea for a smutshot? ::sigh:: TO THE GOOGLE DOC! I think I'm up to 13 now? I definitely will do my best to keep you fed with the shenanigans.

I cannot believe you've written 19k words! I have loved reading each and every single one! Focus on school, and don't worry about keeping up with what's going on over here-- it'll be here waiting for you for whenever you have the time. It's been an honor, my friend. A true honor.

[home-on-the-wastes]

Culture Shock (2/?)

Butch is out of Vault 101 less than twenty-four hours before he finds himself in trouble. A familiar face is there to assist, but it allows Butch to see just how much his old bullying victim has changed since his initial foray into the Capital Wasteland. See Part 1 for additional tags and author's notes. Part 1 // 2 // ?

The town–Megaton, Butch learned–wasn’t far from Vault 101. It was just as well, as the doctor there, a surly guy by the name of Church, said that Butch managed to bust not only his leg but a couple of ribs, too. The guy stabbed Butch twice–once in the leg, once right underneath one of his ribs–and said, “Nothing some stimpacks and a bit of rest won’t fix. Now get the hell outta my clinic.”

“Good to see you too, Doc,” Harper replied with fake cheerfulness. He escorted Butch outside and back into the center of Megaton, the atomic bomb sitting quietly in a pool of its own filth. People were staring at Butch like he had grown a second pair of hands, but several nodded at Harper in greeting or maybe even out of respect.

“There really isn’t a hotel around here for you,” Harper said, hands on his hips, worrying his lower lip as he thought. “Gob’s place has a room for rent, though. They’ve got food, and drink too. We could stop by the Brass Lantern, but it’s usually pretty crowded. You hungry?”

“Starvin’.”

“Near death will do that to you. Follow me.”

Harper pointed out a few other places as they climbed a makeshift ramp, like the general store, a church, and the Brass Lantern, another option to eat. But Harper brought him to the highest point in town, letting him take in the view of the ingenuity and desperation of the people here before they entered and sat down at the bar.

Following Harper’s cue, Butch had the decency not to scream at or ask rude questions of the bartender. When he shot Harper a look, Harper quietly said, "He's a ghoul, don't stare." Then Harper ordered two beers for them and some questionable meat kabobs. Harper broke away at one point to talk to a pretty woman smoking a cigarette in the corner in quiet, hushed tones while the bartending ghoul watched on.

Harper came back, looking noticeably frazzled. “You have a room for a couple of days. Nova can show you to it in a bit.”

Butch eyed Nova. “She’s a looker, isn’t she?”

“Can it,” Harper grumbled. “She’s not interested.”

“Oh, lemme take a guess–the great Harper Donovan got shot down?”

“No,” Harper replied, ears starting to turn red. He devoured his kebab in record time. “Just leave her alone. She’s a nice lady.”

“She’s a nice lady,” Butch mimicked in a falsetto. “What are you, four?”

Harper shot Butch a look that made Butch’s pulse stutter. Harper looked…genuinely angry, his expression a scowl that was well-practiced and familiar. But now, after Harper fucked up those raiders with ease, Butch realized that Harper could possibly kill him.

He wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Butch filed that away for something to figure out later.

The two fell into a quiet lull, the chatter of the saloon comforting. Occasionally the ghoul, Gob, came over and checked in on them or fiddled with the radio. They cycled through a couple of songs and an additional kebab each. Then, as Butch drew his lighter to have a smoke, he spoke again.

“Hey, nosebleed. Your hair’s gettin’ kinda long.”

Harper shifted uncomfortably in the metal chair, slowly nursing his beer. “Is it?”

Butch scoffed, watching the ratty, dark brown hair start to trail over Harper’s shoulder. Butch mindlessly tried the lighter, the spark failing once or twice. Harper had a weird mullet situation going on. “Any longer and folks’ll think you’re a girl. I can cut it for ya--at a discount, of course.”

“No!” Harper’s explanation was sharp enough to draw the eyes of some of the saloon patrons. Harper glanced at Gob nervously and took another sip of beer. “No, no,” he added, softer. “It’s fine.” He slipped off his baseball cap. Butch marveled at the cap, wondering how old that thing was. It looked just like the one Harper got for his tenth birthday. There was no way it was the same one, but Harper handled it with such tender care it was enough to make Butch doubt his initial assumption. He kept watching Harper tuck his near-shoulder-length hair into it. It stuck out at awkward angles.

“Now, that just looks trashy,” Butch pointed out.

“Maybe I don’t want to cut my hair.” Harper shifted uncomfortably, his knapsack sliding a bit off his shoulders. “I like it just the way it is.”

“Just looks ugly, that’s all I’m sayin’,” replied Butch, but he shrugged. He finally got the lighter working, and he lit a cigarette. After taking a long drag, he glanced at Harper. “Smoke?”

“Nah.”

“Wuss.”

Harper flinched, and Butch felt a little bad about it. Not enough to apologize, though. It was funny, seeing Harper swing wildly between Wasteland badass and nerdy poindexter who didn’t dare to stand up to him in the vault openly. Harper put some caps on the counter. “His food and drink are on me, okay, Gob?” He turned back to Butch. “I’ve got a place near the gate. Take a day or so to settle, gear up. Then if you want, I can give you a few pointers on where to go.”

“You heading out already?” asked Butch, trying to mask his disappointment.

Harper nodded. “Got some things to take care of. Stay out of trouble, got it?”

“Scout’s honor,” Butch said sarcastically, but he did make a note not to cause any trouble. The barkeeper and the old man with the big gun were freaking him out. Then, offhandedly, he added, “You too, yeah?”

Harper snorted. “No promises.”

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[fandom-trash-goblin]

Hi! What about 12, 17, and 21?

Hello! Thanks for asking! <3<3

12. What fandom do you want to write for more often?

SVSSS/ Scum Villain, and Mo Dao Zu Shi / the untamed. I have this thing where i can't write for a fandom unless i've read the source. I've read svsss, but mdzs is a work in progress. however, i have several AUs planned, especially for mdzs. they're mostly chengxian, posted here, and for svsss, the fandom special of disciple shen yuan au

17. What trope is your favorite to write?

Outsider POV. Most of my stories involve some element of fixits, time travels, dimensions travel etc, so its absolutely amazing to explore what it looks like from outside. There's also this one thing I call Mistaken For Tragedy, like mistaken for profound, in the sense that someone outside looks at the character and thinks of poor baby going through such horrors we must rescue them and inside the character is bitching about random stuff, absolutely unbothered. If you wanna check out more about mistaken for Tragedy, you should check posts under my tag that one trope. I adore this in stories, honestly. Also if you know another name for it, please lemme know lol.

21.What do you do when you get writer's block?

Cry, mostly. Also abandon writing, which is why you'll see many gaps in the way I write fics. One thing that might or might not work on me is starting up writing in a new fresh doc, not a page, but another new doc.

Once again, thanks for asking! <3

[heavenssexiestangel]

AO3 WRAPPED

The questions are from this post. No one sent an ask or anything, I'm going to answer all of them on my own LOL

This is gonna be a long post, so I'm putting it under a 'read more'

How many words have you written this year?

I did some math and I wrote 94577 words. Not all the stuff is published, but still, words!

2. How many works did you publish this year?

Well, I updated 2 fics and published 23 new things :D

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Well I don't get many kudos or hits anyway so whatever about that. Absolutely I'm mostly proud of Heaven is a Place on Earth (Gadreel/Dean from SPN).

4. What work of yours has the most hits?

From this year or generally? Generally it's This Sex is on Fire (Leo Valdez/Percy Jackson from PJTO), from 2022/2023 (I updated it this year), it's Love and Gunpowder (Michael/Dean from SPN).

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

Feedback as kudos or comments? Anyway uh... I guess A Growing Family (Arthur/Mick/Dean from SPN)

6. Favorite title you used

I am my Beloved's and my Beloved's mine

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

Well, I used a song title. Heaven is a Place on Earth by Belinda Carlisle.

8. Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

uuuh lemme check...

Gadreel/Dean

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

Gadreel/Dean and Arthur Ketch/Dean lol

10. What work was the quickest to write?

I'd say the drabbles?

11. What work took you the longest to write?

Heaven is a Place on Earth.

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

AAHAAHAHAHAH OVER 50 already started but many more ideas

13. What’s your longest work of the year?

Heaven is a Place on Earth. That fic alone is over 56k, completed, and it'll have sequels

14. What’s your shortest work of the year?

It's a tie among some 100-words drabbles: It's three in the morning (Arthur/Dean from SPN), I miss you (Arthur Ketch & Alexander Ketch from SPN) Adventures in parenting (Arthur/Mick/Dean from SPN), and Call without an answer (tw implied suicide, Dean from spn)

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

too many to friggin' list

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

uh... generally, it seems it's "Fluff"!

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

Gadreel. LOL

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

oh. mmmh... I'd say Ketch.

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

I wanna write more Mick/Dean. and also some Adam Milligan/Dean :)

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

Good question... I've re-read a bunch this year... I'd say it's a tie between Tell me what's wrong (Arthur/Dean from SPN) and Take my Breath Away (Lucifer/Dean from SPN)

21. How many kudos in total did you get this year?

344...

22. Which work has the most comments?

from this year? Love and Gunpowder.

generally? GEAW 2020 fics

23. Did you do any collaborative works this year?

I started writing a fic with @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell and another with @michaelmilligan. I need to go back to both

24. Did you write any gifts this year?

Yeah.

I wrote Adventures in Parenting, A Growing Family, and Show Your Love for @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell

One More Kiss for @envydean

Cuddling and Bonding for @michaelmilligan

25. Did you receive any gifts this year?

From @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell I got Between the Three and Follow that Car!

From randomfills (not on tumblr) I got Taking Care of You

From @quietwingsinthesky I got hold still. He also podficced my fics I was born to love you and Slowly Waking

From @ladyknightskye I got The Great 'Nah-Duh' of Dean Winchester

From @envydean I got Sun-warmed Skin

26. What’s your most common category?

M/M

27. What do you listen to while writing?

Usually nothing, but Heaven is a Place on Earth had a whole playlist of 80s or earlier songs.

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

Heaven is a Place on Earth and also the SPN Lucifer Week Poems

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

mmmh... there are a few... I can't really choose...

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

I think it was that I can write poems. LOL

[sleepyowlwrites]

Forgive me, but you ask good questions, and then I want to hear your choices too.

What colors do you favor in your writing? Which show up the most? If you color-code your characters at all, which colors are the most prevalent?

Hope all is well in Owl-land <3

--Idea

woah, not just the Celadon swing back but literally asking me my own questions. alright.

it depends on the wip. each wip has a set of colors, independent of the colors I associate with my ocs, but I do have a lot of brick red, cerulean blue, forest green and indigo-violet, and these colors show up in most of my wips - in the sense that I feel like these are the colors of the vibes. as for what colors I actually mention? I think it's well-documented at this point that I do not, nearly often enough, mention colors or setting descriptions in my stories - or at least in the current drafts.

lemme do some research to see what comes up the most in Dirt:

it's red, but only barely. I dunno if you've gotten around to read it yet, but this doc is heavy on emotion and light on settings.

the most color mentions are probably going to be in Youth, so let's check it out:

it's yellow the most, but I think my mentions of how blue Evie's eyes are stand out more.

I feel like I mention the word "color" more than I mention specific shades, which is weird since I have such strong opinions on colors and do color-code my characters. in two ways.

I give them a palette of color to wear and I give them colors based on their vibes. so if we go back to Dirt and talk about the characters by what they get to wear vs. the colors I think they embody:

Jet - black, brown, grey and red vs. grey, dark green, burnt umber Copper - creams, purples, blues vs. goldenrod, aquamarine, lavender Rune - red, blue, green vs. silver, mauve, forget-me-not Yarrow - all colors vs. all colors Moss - muted solids vs. sage, sandy brown, charcoal Hawk - green, blue, brown vs. verdant, violet, seafoam Shadow - black and whatever Yarrow gives him vs. steel, cloud, slate, and ultramarine

and as for what colors are the most prevalent across the board (in terms of character vibes)? let's go off the top of my head:

Reds:

R

Ernest

Rhea

Erin

Jorand,

Jaino

Jemmi

Marelli

Rune

Poppy

Katherine

Ree

Jack

Oranges:

Kena

Evie

Theo

Nathaniel

Naki

Finnal

Yarrow

Sam

Adam

Yellows:

Nyks

Pellor

Shar

Caro

Pascal

Copper

Cal

Sardha

Greens:

Sebastian

Martin

Ondo

Moss

Hawk

Jae

Eshku

Vern

Tav

Iridian

Ivan

Edward

Blues:

Bell

Aiden

Marlin

Yadsmyn

Katlan

Shadow

Jessalyn

Wryn

Quental

Arkenji

Reed

Ben

Wes

Darsh

Breydan

Puples/pinks:

Savannah

Irina

Daniel

Marz

Mareye

Marisse

Natalie

Mirai

Lunetta

the immortal sorceress

Alinora

Sybil

Neutrals:

Jet

Mark

Yashel

Martain

Ty

Marden

Kyt

John

Xiyun

Margaret

William

and the winner is blues! interesting. thanks for asking me (back), Idea

[cynthrey]

I hope that this is the last thing I ever post on this drama, but i just dont understand the negativity against Scott with the whole Ectoslab situation

Like yeah, I do understand being disappointed in him for not doing anything against the harassment towards Ecto, that's a criticism I do actually agree with. But people are almost treating it like Scott was the only cc ever involved with Ecto to drop them, saying that he did it to "save face" and "not get dragged into the drama". Everyone seems to forget so far Scott is the only cc we know to have expressed his support for Ecto during the harassment campaign and Scott wasn't even the closest CC to Ecto, Sausage was.

Yet Sausage didn't make any sort of statement on the situation (as far as I'm aware), nor in support of Ecto nor even about cutting ties with them and I haven't seen anyone critizicing him for letting down an artist he was so close to.

Other CC dropped Ecto too without saying a word on the matter. Scott was the only CC to express his support towards Ecto that we know of, and only retracted it upon finding out Ecto is a proshipper, retracting his support because he doesn't support proshipping. He wasn't trying to save face, he simply found out an artist he worked with and with who he would openly interact (especially in the early days of Pirates SMP) turned out to behave in a way he didn't approve or supported and decided to drop them.

He was trying to be a good person help someone without knowing or understanding what they were being accused of. And that has led to people taking his decision of retracting his support for someone because he didn't support what that person stood for and equating it to him trying to not get himself involved in the drama. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if people would have hated on him too for expressing that he didn't want people harassing Ecto (tho still I still wish he would have addressed it at least) and saying that he supported proshipping because of that. Why? Because that's what happened to the artist Foxxology, who was friends with Ecto, initially supporting them until they found out what the accusations where about, at the time this was going on and when they expressed despite not approving of Ecto's stance, they didn't support the harassment either people interpreted their distaste for unfair harassment as them supporting proshipping and also getting dragged into the hate which was the final push for them to leave twitter (they had been planning on leaving for a while, this incident was just the final straw, not the main cause).

(Also please they've already moved from this so don't go bothering them about this)

Lemme ask: Would you all be judging Scott as hardly had he stayed silent on the matter like every other CC did?

You can dislike Scott, in general or because he handled this specific situation. But I ask you to please verify all the information from all sides, not just here but in general. I too was on Ecto's side for the first few days but decided to check on my own if there was any proof to the allegations against them. It wasn't my intent to prove they are a proshipper (hell I was hoping it was stuff being taken out of context or something from so long ago Ecto no longer agreed with that) and I found out the proves for the allegations causing me to block them and delete anything I ever reblogged from them from my blogs. I still considered the harassment unfair, but also didn't want to suport a proshipper. My opinion didn't change upon seeing a google doc explaining things from their side when they say the characters had been aged to 18 (because I know that's not true) and that they continued to defend their stance saying that is about more than just problematic pairings.

First screenshot is from 2021, Ecto was in their very late 20's to early 30's back them

On Ecto being a proshipper: Source 1, Source 2, Source 3

Ecto's google doc explaining their side: link

[deadmomjokes]

Hope you're doing well with all the hectic life stuff you mentioned! How is everyone doing, and how was the conference?

Thank you so much for checking in! It means a whole lot to me (especially because we ended up getting forgotten by quite a few folks irl who had said they'd come by to help with stuff 🙃)

It's going better now that the conference is over. Not to say that the conference was bad. It was actually really great. I got excellent guidance on writing an official query letter, I did very well on my presentation and panels, I had fun, I learned stuff, and- biggest news of all- I did 3 pitch sessions for a manuscript and all three were enthusiastic about it and asked for partials!

The not so great news that comes from that is that I'm kind of in the middle of rewriting the thing, so now I'm racing the clock, hoping that I can finish the rewrite before someone comes back requesting the full. And lemme tell ya, it needed the rewrite. So it's not like I can hand them the old version if I want any chance of actually landing a contract. So stress is still ongoing, but it's good stress in a way, I guess?

But! My husband feels great and is basically just waiting for doctor's permission to resume normal activities. He was up and walking the day after surgery, and the pain it was meant to remedy is totally gone. So it was a massive success! He's still barred from lifting, bending, and twisting at least through the end of March, as far as we know; he goes back on Monday for the doc to do a follow up, and we'll get more info about it then.

Our daughter has decided to spontaneously potty train herself after watching a younger friend who is just learning to use the potty, which is a total shocker to us. Welcome, but absolutely out of left field. One of the things she's been in therapy for is her panic and terror about the potty, and she just... decided. It's so weird. Great weird, but weird. (I'll take it tho.)

But, unfortunately, the saga of trying to figure out her stomach issues hasn't been going great. We had her appointment and they wanted an endoscopy, right? Told us that the scheduling department would be in touch within 2 weeks. After two weeks had gone by, I called them, played switchboard transfer tag, and eventually found out that the doctor had never put the order in. The people we were talking to who found that out for us helped get it put on the doctor's priority list so it would officially go to scheduling, and then said they'd try to get us bumped up the waitlist since we should have been scheduled already based on initial appointment date. Only nope, turns out they couldn't do that because of how the system works, gotta wait another two weeks. Meanwhile, mind you, she's not allowed to take the medicine that actually helps control the symptoms, so she's a hungry, tired, cranky, pained mess. So two weeks later, I call them back because- big surprise- no word yet. They said they see the order, but scheduling just hasn't gotten around to it yet. They flag it for immediate attention. Two days later, I get the call to schedule it, and due to the fact that she had a cold recently, they wouldn't get her in any sooner than a full month after the last symptoms. Now you know a cough can linger for ages after you stop being contagious, particularly in a high-pollution, cold, low-humidity environment, which is where we live. But policy is policy.

So all that comes out to the fact that unless she gets sick again, her endoscopy is the week of St. Patrick's Day, and after that she can go back on the meds that helped best while they compile the results. At that point, assuming it confirms what we all think it is, we get referred to the nutritionist and start the arduous task of elimination-diet-ing a child who exclusively lives on bagels and cream cheese. She's not gonna be happy. Nobody's gonna be happy. But it'll be what it is, and it'll help her in the long run.

All in all, life is still crazy, and I'm totally losing my mind some days, but it's not quite as crazy and mind-lose-y as it was. Which is progress!

[p-antomime]

omg why tumblr didn't let you log in?? that's so terrible!

btw, i'm fine even thou, uni is testing my patience too (uni sucks always) 🥹

to be really honest, i don't really know... because like, i already saw a lot of ppl not being able to log into their acc's because they were banned from tumblr, yknow? and in other worst situations, tumblr just deleted their accounts w/o a good reason to and i was really afraid this was the case of my account even though i have all my fics/future fics saved up in docs.

the thing is: i woke up the day after my last post in august here and tried to do my log in thingy here as always but at first tumblr showed me a screen telling me that the app got an 'internal error' and i was like: ok... gonna try again later, and check my internet to make sure it isn't this shit that is fucking up with me, but lol it WAS NOOOT my internet, it was just this bitchy clown-ish app/site saying that i (??????) put a two step verification on my account and if i wanted to log into my acc, i needed a code that was sent to my number (phone number, i mean)

but bruh, i fucking changed my number because i moved out of my homeland because of my uni, how tf i am supposed to get this fucking code using my OLD number THAT ISN'T WORKING on my new country? like, NONSENSE BFFR

i sent (no jokes here rn) 40 asks for help to the support from august to 01/11/2022, 10 days ago, and lol on the day 02, THE ONLY TIME THEY ANSWERED ME, they told me they couldn't lemme log into my acc because theres no "way to tell by e-mail that you're the owner of the blog you're claiming to be" and it was on this same day that ngl i was thinking: "ok....... this is the end then............. no more fics, no more my babygirl taiju, no more nothing, no more happiness, no more will to live", i was really fcking sad, sad as hell jesussss

but at then the day 10 (or 9, depeding on the timezone) i said to myself: hmmmm maybe it's worth a shot to try a 41° time.....

and that's what i did: sent a 41° ask for help to the staff, the support and all AND THESE BITCHES TOLD ME THAT I JUST NEEDED TO "confirm" that i was the person behind my own e-mail and i was like: burh... y'all did my dirty AS HELL, y'all TOLD ME ON MY FACE, RIGHT ON MY WILL TO LIVE you guys couldn't use my e-mail to give my account back to me, fuck you guys

anyways, it was... a roller coaster.

[the-blaze-empress]

For the Ask Game, 1., 2., 7., 19., 21., 41., 44., and 81.,

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1. do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?

i know where i want to end up definitely, sometimes that can change in specifics a little bit but like. the main themes and shit are always pretty set. the middle can b a bit hazy but also has the main points outlined. sometimes characters just have a few more panic attacks than expected u know how it b <3

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

PHILZA FUCKING MINECRAFT IN TAKE MY ARMS STOP FUCKING PANICKING. his reaction to quackity was WAY worse than i thought it was gonna be that it warranted an ENTIRE EXTRA CHAPTER. yeah so that happened. ALSO PHIL GETTING DISTRACTED BY THE RIBBON VENDOR. KID PLS THERES PLOT THAT NEEDS TO HAPPEN I GET IT THE RIBBONS R SHINY BUT WE GOT THINGS TO ADDRESS HERE. arms!phil very much has a mind of his own

7. tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote

oh boy time to revisit the days where i didnt know what fanfic was!! i think technically my first fanfic was. sfge fic. i had a whole canon compliant story about a pair of twins, the daughters of the girl and boy from the snow queen fariytale, one had fire powers and the other water, the water one went to the school for good and the fire one went to the school for evil. they both got into the trial by tale and watched (ohgod what were their names) bane kill the good kid from woods beyond. uh yeah i had fun working out all their gifts and stuff, i had a lot of characters planned n shit i should see if i can find the word docs for that. as per usual the middle of the fic was very. hazy in the middle

19. what are some books or authors that influenced your style the most?

BUN BUNFLORAS @bunfloras!! SUCH a big influence on both what i write and how i write most notably in finally being the one to convert me from past tense to present. oh dear can you see me? for properly introducing me to whump and kidza, both of which i adore reading AND writing. fuckin. whats her name. margaret owen is such a good writer her books are so good i love how well she worldbuilds and embeds it all so well into her stories. go read the merciful crow duology you will thank me.

21. pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about.

hmmmmmm. i think bun and i could write a good book together i mean we've already cowritten tens of thousands of words sfadsgdh. looks at rune and cam. looks at their rp. looks back at this question. yeah it would be about magic and queer relationships and growth and so much fucking angst

41. what is the weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.

i have no fucking clue. i have had so many story ideas i cannot keep track of them all. good lord. lemme check my google drive. OH I KNOW. that one klance fic i wrote from the perspective of a tree <3

44. any writing advice you want to share?

i feel like saying 'just fucking do it' is cliche. but its the best advice i can give really. write for yourself even if you dont publish it, read things you like and work out what you like about it and see if you can put that in ur own writing. write FOR YOURSELF. dont write for other people it will become a chore and you will regret it. people wont enjoy reading it if ur not enjoying writing it

81. if you could go back in time and give your younger self a piece of writing advice specific to you, what would it be?

god so much. not everything has to be about romance. stop taking on so many projects with deadlines at once. stop tracking how many words u write each day. write what you want to write. its okay to stop enjoying smth ur writing

writing ask game

(hi roo love you <33)

[daryfromthefuture]

For your AO3 wrapped post - #6, 18, 29

thanks for the ask!

6. favorite title you used

oh god, uh. lemme check. i think "yesterday" was short and bittersweet, perfect for the depressing fic it's for. "until i get home" is pretty iconic for me by now lmao, so i just have to mention it. within that fic, i like the chapter titles "isn't it just lovely here?", and "back to the anxiety" just for the laughs

18. the character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

it honestly depends. but if we're going for my most recent works, i'd say it was doc, simply because i have to make him oblivious and mean and i hate to do that, even though it's for plot purposes. also the fic is marty-centric, so i put my main effort in him and yeah. marty's more fun to write while doc is my favorite bttf character.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

this passage has been on my blog before, but i adore it so much and it shows because it's from my earliest draft of the "marty confesses his fears" scene, which originally played out completely differently than it did in the actual fic. that passage stayed, though :D

Doc had thought that a heartbreak was what he'd experienced after Clara had slapped him across the face. The plain sadness mixed with a numbness towards everything else, the desire to curl up in a corner and to be left alone for the rest of his life. The urge to lash out and snap at everybody who dared to step into his two inch radius. But it faded in comparison to what he felt now. His heart shattered. It felt as if someone had stuck a knife into it. It almost physically ached as the to-be-married inventor looked at the human being sitting next to him on the dusty ground - the human being who, for more than three years, had never left his side no matter what.