#maybe I'll put this in the main tags later for now this one stays in containment

[amoneki-ramblings]

Help me Amonhaise/Amonsasa is taking over my brain rn

Sillies... I wish they could actually interact ... if only

[starpros-sunshine]

I'm very amused with the thought that, hypothetically, if Eichi were to ever make Wataru sad (in a way that's could've been avoided) and Wataru were to vent about it to his oddball friends there is a chance existing that Shu would be at Eichis dorm door with an object that could be used as a murder weapon and he has to be held back by like two people so he doesn't run in the door and commit first degree homicide because a) how dare that stuck up wench make his best friend cry the least that horrible horrible man can do for Wataru is to make him happy until the day he bites the dust and b) he's been waiting for an excuse to do that for two years now

[lost-and-ephemeral]

lnds x reader where the boys and reader are in an argument like bringing their insecurities up and says something extremely hurtful that made mc cry and distant themselves and the boys regret it so much? 💓

HCs: Hurtful Words (ft. main trio)

Pairing: Xavier x reader, Zayne x reader, Rafayel x reader, (seperate)

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort (in the end), maybe guys acting too OOC

A/N: I didn't want to make boys too OOC, so maybe it isn't exactly what you wanted, but I tried to follow your request ♡

-`♡´- MASTERLIST -`♡´- 

Xavier

On one of your last missions, you were too reckless and almost end up dying because of it.

Xavier almost lost you again, and the thought just drove him crazy.

He was worried and pretty angry since it wasn't the first time you were playing with fire.

When he showed up on the doorstep of your hospital room, Xavier was very distressed. Even your reassuring smile made no impression on him.

He still remembered how you died in his arms in the past.

So he snapped.

Not because he really wanted to offend you. No. But because his anxiety had turned into a furious stream of thoughts.

He was harshly talking about how reckless you are. About how you're not all-powerful or immortal, yet you never think about the consequences. About how stupid you're being, putting yourself in danger by jumping into a group of enemies.

Xavier, normally mild and calm, was acting so different now.

And you, being injured and bedridden, hardly wanted to see this exact reaction from him.

His words made you feel like a burden.

And when there was no trace of anger left, he suddenly fell silent, looking at the way your eyes were slowly filling up with tears.

Oh, no. He didn't mean it.

He really didn't mean it.

"Leave my room," you choked out, feeling deeply hurt by his words.

Even if he wanted to stay, it wasn't the best idea.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you."

But you were wounded too deeply by his harsh words, so you immediately distanced yourself from him, chasing him away.

Stupid? Reckless? Did he really see you like that?

Of course not...

Every minute of his existence Xavier was regretting the fact the snapped at you like this. He was supposed to support you after a serious injury, not make you hurt even more.

And the distance between the two of you made it worse.

Happy ending bonus:

This poor guy only lasted a day before he came back to see you in the hospital with a bouquet of flowers.

It was physically hard to stay away from you for so long, especially since Xavier has already spend years searching for you. And ruining everything by this stupid argument wasn't something he wished for.

He was apologizing for everything he said until you softened and let him stay.

Because you, too, were missing his presence.

"I'll never let anger get control over me again. I swear. Please, just... Get better soon."

Rafayel

Every now and then you and Rafayel would get into a playful argument, but now it was serious.

You just totally forgot about meeting with him at his studio and went to the mall with Tara.

Your busy schedule had jumbled up all the plans and days of the week in your head. And you ended up remembering your promise only a few hours later.

The fact that your phone was muted and you had hundreds of missed messages from Rafayel only made you feel more guilty.

So you tried to get to his studio as soon as possible while calling him. But he didn't answer.

Once you got there, you ran into a really pissed off Rafayel.

Yes, he was pouting at you from time to time.

But now the artist was more than angry.

You knew he was very sensitive when you suddenly disappeared without warning, so you immediately tried to make it up to him.

But it didn't really work.

"How could you forget about me?! You promised!"

Unexpectedly, Rafayel let himself snap at you.

He was so frustrated about the fact you forgot about him that he had no control over what he said.

He talked and talked. About not being able to trust you with your promises. About how he was tired of worrying about you when you suddenly disappear without a word. About how he was tired of waiting for you, thinking you decided to leave him, making him feel like a fish out of water.

And hearing about you being such an unreliable and bad person was truly painful.

His anger eventually led to you storming out of his studio in tears, not wanting to hear any more accusations against you.

You didn't cheat on him, didn't do anything wrong. That's why this sudden aggression from him made you so upset.

And only while standing alone in his studio Rafayel realized that he had made things worse. He didn't want you to leave him, yet this is exactly what happened.

He tried calling you, texting you. But all he got was silence.

Bonus happy ending:

After a few days the silence between you two became unbearable. He felt like he was in agony.

When you heard the doorbell ring in the evening, you didn't expect to see Rafayel looking like a wet, sad puppy. It seemed that he had been caught in the rain and had come to see you anyway.

He shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other before finally lifting his gaze to look at you.

"I'm sorry. I acted like a total jerk. Please, I can't exist in isolation anymore, not being able to hear your voice or see you. You can even scold me till the end of time if you want, just don't leave me."

You missed him as much as he missed you. So you let him in.

Zayne

Sometimes Zayne was incredibly tired at work. Not just physically, but mentally.

At this time, he wanted more than anything to just rest and forget about all important matters. If such a thing was even allowed for a surgeon as busy as he was.

Maybe he'd be able to do it even more often if he didn't have to occasionally wait for you to show up for an appointment.

Especially since periodically you completely forgot about them. And in the worst cases, you were not only late, but didn't show up at all.

Usually, he would just lightly scold you, which didn't cause any problems. After all, it was Zayne's way to show that he cared about you.

But today was a particularly hard day at work.

So when you walked into his medical office, Zayne was sitting at his desk, massaging the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

And your excessive cheerfulness at that moment didn't make the situation any better. You sat down across from him with a smile. But he only shook his head, tired and disappointed.

"You forgot about your appointment again and decided to reschedule it for tonight?"

You smiled awkwardly, but didn't have time to say anything.

Oh, how annoyed he was, scolding you for how negligent you were about your health, ignoring all of his recommendations. He said that sometimes he felt like you are his personal headache. Except he couldn't get rid of you.

And he was too tired to notice how quickly the smile disappeared from your face, giving way to tears.

Before he could say anything, you threw the stack of papers with your test results on his desk, almost running out of his office.

The situation had gone far beyond what was acceptable, but Zayne realized it too late.

He tried to call you and even drove to your place right after his shift ended, but he was left standing in front of the closed door.

Maybe it would've been better to just let you cool off.

But with your silence, a devastating feeling settled in Zayne's heart. He was so, so sorry.

Bonus happy ending:

After a couple days of agonizing silence, he wanted nothing more than to see you. He managed to catch you before you went into your apartment.

You avoided his gaze, but you didn't leave, giving him time.

"I'm sorry. You're not a headache. I was having an awfully rough day at the time, so I snapped. It won't happen again."

Now you could clearly see the remorse in his eyes. You missed him so much and just couldn't push him away again.

After all, everyone can have an argument. The main thing is to be able to deal with the situation correctly.

[thenightwolf51]

I noticed something because of this gif

Clampers and Branch have a very similar if not the same skin color.

You know who else has similar skin as Branch

His brothers. But im specifically looking at John Dory right now

So therefore, Clampers has the same skin color as John Dory.

Now hear me out.

I love the headcanon about JD and Delta Dawn being exes or close to that. Absolutely adore the thought of them being young and in love.

I personally like to headcanon that JD passed through Lonesome Flats a year or two after leaving his brothers, and that something led to him staying a while. Maybe he accidentally broke some fences or other property and was forced by the then sheriff to fix them. Or maybe he got heat stroke or was injured out in the deserts and they allowed him to stay until he healed. Either way he ends up spending a bit of time with Delta Dawn, if she's already training to be next sheriff then it makes sence for her to keep an eye on the pop outsider. Over time JD starts to grow on the country trolls, they start to welcome him, and him and Delta start to fall for eachother. But then JD realizes just how deeply in love he is and it makes him panic. Maybe he gets it in his head that if he couldn't even be a good brother then he definitely cant be a good partner, and with his injuries healed/work finished he ends up leaving.

Honestly i love the possibilities for their ship. It can almost have a sorta Hallmark movie vibe and the potential angst that can come from JD still being hopelessly in love with Delta and her being bitterly still in love with him years later is perfect.

But

As much as i love Delta Dory

What if...

We had all that but instead, it was between JD and Delta's sibling.

What if when JD left, he unknowingly left Delta's sibling with an egg. An egg that hatched into Delta's little niece, Clampers.

Given Clampers' age, which i assume is at least 5, that would put the romance as being more recent. JD would have Rhonda and it makes sense if she accidentally caused the damage he has to fix.

But then the angst.

The fact that Delta seems to be Clampers' main caretaker suggests that ther sibling has passed away, thats one arrow through the heart.

Clampers being JD's daughter and he didn't even know. He missed her hatching, her first steps, her fist words, doesn't even know what color or patterns her egg was. Is he even capable of beimg a good dad? That's a few more arrows.

And Delta? She's gonna be real protective. This is her little niece, JD left her sibling heartbroken and she won't let him do the same to Clampers. If he could walk away once, he could do it again. Delta doesn't really want him to have a part in Clampers' life.

Oh or!

What if we kept everything and just changed Clampers to being Delta's Daughter rather than niece?

(Anyway thats it! That gif just had me thinking, especially when i noticed the matching skin.

And i admit to wanting to gush a little about Delta Dory, ive falling into another Trolls fixation era and a few fics have got me focusing on John Dory. Maybe I'll link a few in another post

Feel free to write or use any of the ideas, just tag me so i can read them.)

[nicoline1998enilocin]

On my knees for you || Part 1

PAIRING || Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 2.2K

SUMMARY || Tony lets you know he's having a long and hard day at the office, so you decide to come over and relieve some of the tension he's been holding onto lately. It just won't be in the way he had expected you to do it.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Sugar relationship. Established relationship. CEO!Tony Stark. Porn with a bit of plot.

SMUT || Semi-public sex. D/S undertones. Power exchange. Daddy kink. Dirty talk. Degradation. Praise. Hair pulling. Nipple play. Hand job. Masturbation. Fingering. Oral (M receiving). Deepthroating. Cum swallowing.

A/N || This idea came to life after a comment my dear friend @ccbsrmsf1 made, and ever since then, I can't stop thinking about this story! Thank you so much for inspiring this and proofreading it! I love you 3.000 💙

EVENTS Masterlist || @anyfandomkinkbingo || Wet dreams Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || Hand job Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Frosty || Nipple play

Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Wild || "Is this a simulation?" Masterlist || @mcukinkbingo || Setting: On the floor Masterlist || @multifandom-flash Compliments || Like a God to me

GIF: @ccbsrmsf1 || All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist || AU Masterlist || Part 2

Today's an easy, relaxing day for you as you spend it in Tony's penthouse with your rescue kitten, Moon, while your boyfriend works in his office. Since you're staying with him during your days off, you're cleaning his apartment between taking care of Moon and his feedings, and when you're about to do some cleaning, you stumble upon some old photos of Tony.

"Look, it's your Daddy when he was in college. Wasn't he adorable back then?" you ask Moon, who's also looking at the photo. This man has aged like some of the finest wine there is, and you can't get enough of it, but you're quickly pulled from your thoughts when you get a text from Tony.

My Angel 💙 >> How are my favorite girl and our baby doing up there? I miss you two so much. Work is stressing me out to no end today... I want to be cuddled up with you two on the couch 🥺

As you read the message, you send a photo back to him. Moon, your rescue kitten, is perched on your shoulder, his soft fur tickling your cheek. You open the camera feature quickly, capturing the moment. You look at yourself and Moon before making a kissy face and a wink, too, and you snap a few photos to ensure the right one is in there somewhere.

"What do you think, Moon? Will Daddy like it when I send him a photo of us? I think he will!" you tell your kitten, who meows softly. You smile at his response before picking the perfect one - it shows off your cleavage perfectly as you're wearing a low-cut shirt and no bra, which Tony definitely will notice.

Sugar ❤️ >> We miss you too, Daddy ❤️

You send back the text attached with the photo, and not even seconds later, you get a few emojis of drooling faces back, and you know your plan worked. As you see his name on your screen, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, and a smile forms.

Since you and Tony became official, your love has only grown stronger. You find yourselves constantly texting each other, unable to express your love enough. The depth of your love is palpable, and now that you're living with him for a few days, you know you can get used to being here with him and your kitten all the time.

Just as you're about to put your phone away, an idea pops into your head, and you quickly look at his calendar to find out he has a free half-hour soon. Your smile grows as your heartbeat quickly picks up at the idea forming in your head, and you can't wait to surprise Tony and maybe relieve some stress simultaneously.

"What do you think? Are you going to nap for a bit? I'm going to surprise Daddy, but I'll be back before your next feeding," you tell Moon, and he meows in response. You smile at him before walking over to his favorite spot in the house—the little hammock on his cat tree—where you place him, and he immediately curls into a little black ball.

"Sleep well, my beautiful Moon," you whisper as you give a few more scratches. Before you know it, he's dozed off, so you can go and visit Tony now. To be safe, you turn on the baby monitor Tony installed, which will alert you if something is going on. However, he's a good sleeper, so you'll doubt anything will happen.

Before you go, you add a bit of mascara to your otherwise bare face, and after one last look in the mirror, you head towards the elevator, ready to meet Tony in his office. Clad in nothing more than a loose tank top, cut-off jean shorts, and a pair of low-top Converse, you make your way over, your panties already flooding with arousal at the thought of what you're about to do.

As you approach his office, you see his secretary is gone, so you knock on Tony's door, knowing you should only waltz in there if there's an emergency.

"Come in!" your boyfriend says from the other side of the door. Exhaustion is evident in his voice, as he has been working hard for days. Having you and Moon at his apartment gave him enough reasons to return sooner, but he still has a lot of work to take care of.

As you open the door, you're greeted by Tony looking through a pile of paperwork. You wish you had filmed the reaction on Tony's face as he saw you walk in, as it is priceless.

"Hi, Daddy," you say in a sing-song voice, and his head snaps up at you, a big smile instantly appearing on his face. Before he says anything, he lets his gaze wander down your body, and your perked nipples poking through the thin material of your tank top and the way your thighs clench to give a little relief don't go unnoticed by his expertly trained gaze.

Your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth as you walk into his office. You close the door behind you and lock it before stepping in further. Tony could feel himself straining against the tight fabric of his pants, and it seemed like the temperature had shot up a few degrees with your arrival as well, as he loosened his tie.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes today, Sugar?" Tony asks with a deep voice, the vibration of it making your core burn even harder as your panties soak further. You approach him as he turns his chair to greet you, and you lean forward, your hands lying on the rests as you kiss his lips softly.

"I thought I'd visit my Daddy in his office because I can't stop thinking about you. I've been looking through some old photos of yours earlier, and I can't shake the thought that you're aging like a fine wine, and I want to get drunk on your taste," you whisper in his ear, making Tony moan softly.

As you pull back, you sink on your knees, and Tony gladly spreads his legs for you, giving you all the room you need to do whatever you have in mind. Seeing you with your big, round eyes, plump lips, rosy cheeks, and mischievous smile is the topic of many of his wet dreams, and he can't believe he's about to live through one of them.

You quickly loosen his pants, only to find his bare, hard cock already straining against it, as he's not wearing any underwear today - precisely the way you like it. As you pull it out of his pants, you revel in the flushed, red mushroom tip and the light blue veins running across the length of it. Your fingers barely wrap around it, and you usually struggle to take all of it in your mouth and throat, but that doesn't stop you from trying.

"You're such a naughty boy today, not wearing any underwear to work? I'd almost think you want people to know you're such an easy slut for me," you tut, and Tony groans as he throws his head back. His cock twitches in your hand at his words, and a bead of precum gathers at the tip as you squeeze softly.

"Is this a simulation?" Tony whispers to himself as he looks at the way you're kneeling between his spread legs, his cock looking huge in your small hand, your gaze hungry as you look at the monster you're holding. A devilish smile curls onto your features, and your gaze meets his.

"I don't know, but just in case it is, you should enjoy every last second of it, Daddy," you tell him, and he quickly nods. As you move your hand slowly up and down, you let the nails of your free hand glide over his inner thigh, and you can see the goosebumps forming on the bare skin of his stomach, where he lifted his shirt.

"Why don't you open your shirt for me and play with those beautiful, pink, sensitive nipples?" you ask Tony, and without answering, he immediately rips open his shirt, revealing his chiseled abdomen and broad chest, his nipples already perked at the sensation you're giving him.

As soon as his fingers make contact with his sensitive nipples, he moans, and his hips out into your hand, trying to seek more friction. His brain has already been reduced to nothing but a puddle of goo as you're working him over slowly, your hand twisting with every up-and-down motion. His moans are already uncontrolled, but when you free his balls, too, he moans your name loudly.

"That's it, let everyone know who's making you feel this good," you order, and he moans your name again, his eyes slipping shut as the pleasure almost becomes too much. You haven't even wrapped your soft lips around him yet, and he's already on the edge, making you preen on the inside.

"Look at me, Daddy. Look at me as I swallow your fucking cock," you order, and with a deep breath, he looks at you, the color of your irises wholly taken over by your pupils from pure lust, your free hand now between your legs to relieve some of the tension.

"Hmm, you're like a God to me," you praise him before leaning forward and taking his cock into your mouth. The salty taste of the precum and something undeniably Tony has you moaning around him, and your fingers are making quick work of your clit, as you revel in the power you're currently holding over your boyfriend.

Where Tony's hands were first squeezing his armrests tightly, he's now grabbing onto your hair, grabbing it into a makeshift ponytail before changing the rhythm to his liking. You hollow your cheeks as you take more and more of him into your mouth, your knees digging into the plush fabric of the carpet as you shift slightly.

"Feels so fucking good around my cock, Sugar. You're made to fuckin' suck me with that tight throat of yours," Tony growls as he ruts into your throat, and you swallow him deeper with every thrust, mascara running down your cheeks as he works himself deeper.

It doesn't take long for your nose to hit his pubic bone, and you are taking every last inch of him into your mouth and throat, Tony moaning appreciatively. Your fingers keep rubbing your clit to get the edge off, but not enough to push you over just yet.

"Hmm, touching your little sensitive button, aren't you? Gettin' so horny from sucking off your Daddy, you can't stay away from your clit?" he asks, and you try to shake your head with all your might, but it's difficult with the way he keeps fucking himself into your throat.

If he keeps this up, your mascara will run over your cheeks, making you look filthy, and drool will leak from the corners of your mouth as well.

"Couldn't even wait for her Daddy to come home, could you? Such a needy little girl for Daddy's cock," he tells you, and you moan around his length, making his head fall back in response. His orgasm is building rapidly, and with one last stroke, he keeps you on his cock as he cums, every last drop of it shooting down your throat, forcing you to swallow every last drop of it.

"Good fuckin' girl, now get up here and let Daddy finish you off too," he groans, and you do as he asks, though it's not as graceful as you would hope. His cock is softening between his thighs as you take your place on them, and without warning, Tony shoves his hand into your shorts, finding your soaked panties.

"That's it, cum on Daddy's fingers like a good little slut," he tells you, two of his fingers stretching your tight walls as you bounce up and down on them, and his thumb keeps playing with your sensitive little button. Your brows are knitted together, and with a loud moan of his name, you're writhing in his lap as he works you through your orgasm.

As you're coming down from your high, he pulls you close against his body, his warm hands soothing over your bare back underneath your shirt and your eyes falling shut. You both have a few more minutes to bask in the afterglow of what you have just done, and even though it left you wanting more, you're more than satisfied for now.

"I love you so much, Sugar; I'm so lucky to have you," he whispers in your ear, and the rosy tint on your cheeks had developed into a deep red blush when he was practically fucking your throat, but you wouldn't change it for the world.

"Love you too," you say with a raspy voice, and all too soon for your liking, it's time to go back to the penthouse. When you're both dressed and decent, Tony places a few more soft kisses on your lips before smacking your butt softly to let you go.

"You'd better be naked and ready when I'm done with work in an hour, Sugar, because I'm going to fucking ruin you when I'm home," Tony tells you, and you nod shyly before unlocking the door and slipping out of his office.

[finaleourconcert]

seven

improvise adapt overcome

Minah took one last puff off her cigarette and stood up, exhaling hard, "Okay, I'm ready."

Sunok nodded, giving her one reassuring smile that she had reserved for her friend, "Go get him, tiger. I'll stay five more minutes. It's too crowded in there."

Minah frowned, "You good?"

"I'm great."

"You sure?"

"One hundred percent. Get in there right now! No more excuses, lady." 

Minah rolled her eyes, muttering a friendly, "I hate you" and crossed the fire exit back to the pub, leaving Sunok sitting on the cold concrete floor of the side street. 

The pub they were in was located in a neighborhood known for its night life. The main street was buzzing with life, neon lights of all colors lightened every corner of it as people stumbled up and down going from one bar to another. Wasn't it a bit early to be that drunk already? 

Sunok sighed tiredly, checking the time on her phone. It was quite obvious that she wasn't made for parties. She hadn't lied to Minah, she was having a great night, but she wasn't used to it and her social battery was running out sooner than she had expected. 

She heard steps coming her way from the left, accompanied by an "Excuse me" from a male voice, and blocked her phone as a pair of feet stopped on their tracks, "Do you have a lighter?"

"I don't, I'm sorry. My friend is the one who smokes." She catered an apologetic smile out of instinct as she looked up to put a face to the owner of the voice. Wait... She titled her head, scanning the man's features. The funny comedian! 

He made a soft nose scrunch, his fingers unconsciously toying with a cigarette, "You're the third person that tells me that in the spam of four minutes, I'll take it as a sign to quit for good." 

Sunok let out a scoffed laugh, shrugging, "Maybe it is. You make a life out of your voice after all, right?"

He made a blank face she couldn't give an interpretation to. Had she overstepped or something? In her head, the comment didn't seem harmful to her. Smoking would fuck up his throat sooner or later, that was a fact. At last, his lips formed a polite smile and a couple of dimples were drawn into his cheeks for half a second. He bowed goodbye and she mirrored him with her head.

As he made his way back into the building, the fire exit burst open. Another man showed up, his wide-open eyes fixed on the comedian's hand that held the cigarette as he stated, "Over my dead body." He then took the cigarette off his hand, smashed it with his right hand and threw what was left of it to the bin.

"Jesus, mom–" Sunok heard the comedian laugh off as the other man dragged him inside the pub.

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author's note: i had to make substantial changes because obviously there was no way i was going to continue writing that animal for a man into my au so i suggest you guys reread the whole thing (profiles included) so that you understand better the changes i made. hope you're having fun and thanks for sticking around! if you want to be tagged just lmk ♡

tags: @nosungluv —☸

[softpine]

→ oc questions tag ←

tagged by @subtlefires thank you!! i haven't seen this tag before, so this was really fun 💖

i decided to do casper to make up for all the times i've chosen coco

→ 5 words to physically describe your OC (do you have a drawing? even better!) (since we already know what he looks like, i chose general descriptions and stole your moodboard idea hehe)

energetic, reliable, persistent, lacks confidence, sweet

→ Who inspired your OC?

at first, nobody. casper was meant to be the... not comic relief exactly, but a break from the heavy ghost/death/trauma stuff in the main story. but as he got older, i started putting so much more of myself into his character. without going into detail, i've learned things about my own family that makes me relate to casper's situation more than i thought i would when i came up with it. i never planned to go more in-depth about his biological father & half sisters because i thought, well, he has 2 loving parents and siblings he grew up with, why would he lose sleep over these people he's never met and is only connected to by blood? it was one of those things where i thought i knew how i would feel in that situation, but i never really knew until i knew. i wish i could say this is the only part of my life i've imparted on casper, but it's not 😅 casper is also the first character we've seen in college since beth, and my college experience was SO much closer to casper's than beth's. so like. it's me, i inspired casper fjksdjs

→ Give me a song to define your OC

soda by nothing but thieves // lyrics:

i once had a thought, but don't know where it went 'cause i've been living off soda and cheap cigarettes maybe when i was a kid i was dropped on my head yeah, that would make some sense

i don't want to be myself it's making me so unwell

→ If I met your OC on the street how would they greet me?

he doesn't make it a habit to greet strangers aside from a polite nod, but if he already knows someone he would loudly call out to them even if they're far away and it's embarrassing for everyone involved – that is, if he remembers them. he's really bad with names!

→ Can your OC be your best friend? Why?

oh yeah for sure. not so much now, but i was friends with so many jock types in high school. i think it's because once those guys find out i'm a lesbian they just treat me like a bro 😌 but they would tell me things they didn't think they could talk about with anyone else. i love being the friend everyone comes to with their problems because i'm telling people what they already knew but didn't want to admit, and making them feel like they came up with a solution all on their own. that's exactly what casper wishes he had in a friendship right now. also i want him to be my personal trainer!

→ 1 adjective and 1 noun to describe your OC

neurotic // i know this word is outdated, but i still use it for myself and i can't think of a better word to describe the way that he manages to be anxious about anything and everything. so much of his personality / habits / lifestyle were formed in response to anxiety (like, he was afraid of staying the same so he changed everything about himself all at once. he did so many sports and he exercises all the time because it keeps him busy. etc.) and the important thing is that most of his fears are totally irrational and not the more common worries people have, even other people with anxiety. it's not like "are my friends secretly mad at me?" it's "i'm going to walk to class today because i'm afraid i'll run someone over with my car" and things of that nature; things he knows are irrational, but that doesn't make them feel less real. but we'll get more into that later

toaster // LMAO... it's a ubiquitous household object you take for granted will always be there. you don't really know how it works on the inside, you just count on the fact that it will. you don't even take notice of it unless something is really wrong with it. but it's a tried and true part of a daily routine and you'd be really bummed if you lost it! tell your toaster you love them today sdjksjd

→ tagging: feels weird tagging anyone after i got so personal here lmao so if you see this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged!

[dees-writing-corner]

three calls answered; one call missed - missed call

pairings: wooyoung x fem!reader; ? x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warning: none(?) i think, maybe a tiny bit of swearing?

word count: 2185

a/n last part's here! after a small delay, it's finally here @sssnowe thought I'd tag you, sorry for the long wait <3

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part 3

"Okay."  

Putting the last piece of clothing into the suitcase, I zipped it up and handed it to San.  

"Could you put that in the boot for me, please? Thank you."  

"You've got everything, right?"  

Turning to Yeosang, who was perched on the side of my bed, “Yes, I’ve got everything. Plus, if I miss anything off, I could just buy it over there.”  

"Good. Still can't believe that you'll be oceans away from us soon." 

"Don't be so dramatic, it's not like we won't be talking every day." 

Standing up, Yeosang and I made our way to the car.  

“Ready to go?”  

San slammed the boot shut before making his way to the passenger side of the car and opening the door.  

"M'lady, your chariot awaits."  

Grinning, I slid into the seat, "Thank you, kind sir."  

San shut the door and made his way to the driver's side, leaving Yeosang standing there watching us and shaking his head as he made his way into th back seat.  

"Please remind me why I'm friends with two nerds?"  

"Yeosang, darling," I turned my body so that I was facing him, "You're as much a nerd as us. If memory serves me correctly, we just had a Harry Potter marathon the other day. That you requested."  

Yeosang simply crossed his arms and looked out the window, "Fine, but you two really are nerds of a higher degree."  

Laughing, I turned back around and put my seatbelt on, watching as San adjusted the rear-view mirror.  

"Yeo, put your seatbelt on. I don't want you to fly through the windshield if we crash."  

"Yes, father."  

Snorting slightly, I turned to look at San, "Heh, father, told you that you were an old man trapped in a young body."  

I couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up when San shot me an offended look as he started up the engine.  

"Um, excuse me, I'm not the one that sits in an armchair with glasses on, hair pulled back into a bun and a blanket over my legs as I crochet or knit, am I?"  

I made a move to smack him on the arm before remembering that he was driving.  

"You're so lucky that you're driving."  

Yeosang laughed at our antics, "You two are reminding me of my grandparents bickering right now, so that says something."  

"Dude, you alright?"  

Hongjoong sat down next to Wooyoung, trying to get a better look at his face in the dim light of the bar.  

"Where's she?"  

Hongjoong leant in closer, trying to figure out what Wooyoung was saying.  

"Where's who, Woo."  

"Y/N. She's always here. Where's she tonight?"  

Seonghwa arched a brow, "Y/N? She's probably already at the airport with San and Yeosang right now. Her flight's at 3."  

"Flight?"  

Wooyoung lifted his head up, hazy eyes trying to focus on Seonghwa, "Where's she goin'?"  

"London. She's got a job offer there."   

Seonghwa frowned a bit, "Wooyoung, you know this. Right?"  

Wooyoung dug into his pocket for his phone, fingers struggling to put in the password.  

A few moments later, he brought the phone up to his ear. 

"The person you have called is unavailable, please leave a message after the tone." 

Wooyoung ended the call, frowning down at his phone. 

"I- I think I'm gonna go home." 

-meanwhile- 

"Okay, we're here."  

San pulled up into the car park, before reversing into an empty space.

"I'm gonna go get you a trolley."  

Yeosang went out as I let out a deep breath.  

Unbuckling the seatbelt, I stayed silent for a bit.  

"Hey, you alright?"  

I turned to San when I felt his hand on my arm.  

Smiling, I nodded, "Yeah, no, I'm good, just a bit nervous I guess."  

"Calm down, you're gonna do great over there. If you need any of us, just call. Not sure about Yeosang but I'll always pick up, no matter what time it is."  

Nodding, I hooked my arm around San's neck, pulling him in for a hug, "Thank you."  

"Hey, you two ready or what? Y/N has a plane to catch and if she misses it, I am not gonna be taking her to the airport at 1 in the morning again."  

Pulling apart, we both shook our heads as we got out, heading to where Yeosang had put the trolley and luggage.  

"Yeah, yeah, we're coming. Calm down."  

With San pushing the trolley ahead of us, Yeosang and I trailed behind him.  

"So, you sure you wanna go?"  

"I – Yeo?"  

Yeosang just shook his head, "I'm just making sure this is really what you want. I know how much you hate being on your own, plus," Yeosang wiggled his eyebrows as he bumped my shoulder gently, "I thought you and San were getting along pretty well."  

Laughing, I shoved him forward, "Shut up. It's not like that and you know it."  

"Whatever you say."  

Walking into the airport, we went straight to the check-in desk.  

Once I got the plane ticket, I turned to the boys, "Guess it's time, huh?"

Yeosang came up to me first, pulling me into a hug, "Take care while you're there, okay? Make sure you don't forget to eat when you start getting busy, 'cause I'm not gonna be there to remind you anymore, yeah? Try and de-clumsy-fy yourself as well, 'cause, once again, I'm not gonna be there."  

Laughing slightly, I pulled away, "Okay, don't get emotional on me now, I can see your eyes glistening, and I swear, if you start crying, I gonna start as well and it's gonna be one of those ugly cries."  

Turning to San, I tried to pull him in for a hug. The keyword is trying here because we kept coming in on the same side.  

Pausing slightly, I motioned my head to the right, "I'm gonna come in this way."  

Finally getting it right, San, squeezed me tightly, "Take care of yourself. And remember what I said, no matter when, just call."  

Nodding, I stepped out of his embrace and looked at my watch, "I better get going. I'll text when I land."  

Swallowing thickly, I smiled and waved at the guys before going through security. Trying my best not to look back. 

-three months later- 

Standing in front of the familiar wooden door, I took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. 

“One moment!”  

The door swung open, revealing a slightly dishevelled Wooyoung.  

“Y/N. What are y- Come in.”  

Thanking him, I awkwardly shuffled into the flat. Since the whole ordeal at the club, Wooyoung and I haven’t really talked.  

“What’re you doing here? I thought you were in London?”  

Wooyoung came over with a couple bottles of water in hand, placing one in front of me.  

“They started a company over here and thought that it’d be a good idea to have me over here than in London.”  

Nodding, Wooyoung simply stared at the bottle in his hand, glancing at me occasionally as an awkward silence settled between us.  

“Look, I know things aren’t good between us, but I just want to say that I did – I do want to be friends with you.”  

I opened my mouth to say something but was stopped.  

“Please listen before you say anything. I don’t think I’d have the courage to say this if you cut me off now. When we first met, you reminded me of Jaein, that was also one of the reasons I wanted to get close to you, I guess. And I’m so, so sorry for the things I did. I kinda realised after the night at the club that you definitely weren’t.”   

Wooyoung let out a short laugh as he picked at his nails, “Even when we were dating if I called her in the middle of the night, she never picked up. You knew everything and you still came, so thank you for that. I – I want to start over again. I hope we can start over again. As friends.”  

I was silent for a while before twisting my body to face him, a small smile making its way across my face, “Yeah. I’d like that.”  

Wooyoung froze for a second, eyes widening as he turned to face me, “You - you would?”  

Chuckling, I nodded, “Yeah, but if you mistake me for Jaein again, I’m gonna do much worse than pour iced water over your head.”  

“Okay, yeah, I – Thank you.”  

We were silent for a minute before I caught a glimpse of mischievous flash through Wooyoung’s eyes.  

“So, you and San?”  

The sudden question made me laugh, “What?”  

“You and San. Something goin’ on there, and don’t lie. I hear him talking to you in the middle of the night.”  

Blushing, I shook my head, “Okay, nope, nothing going on between us.”  

Wooyoung hummed in response, “But I think there is~”  

Wooyoung and I spent a good part of the afternoon catching up, waiting for San and Yeosang to come back.  

“Woo? You got company?”  

A voice rang out through the flat, “I thought you were gonna – Y/N?”  

Yeosang stood still for a second as he took in what he was seeing.  

“What are you doing here? I thought you were in London?”  

Yeosang grinned as I got up a hugged him.  

“I was, but they’re opening a branch here and thought it’d be better to have me working here.” 

Yeosang pulled back slightly, arms still around me.  

“So, you’re staying? For good?”  

“Yeah, I’m staying.”  

Yeosang laughed as he hugged me tighter, “Thank god, it was horrible without seeing your ugly face every day.”  

“Uh, excuse me?” I pulled away from him, “Ugly? You know what, I think I’ll go back to London if that’s the treatment I get from you.”  

“No, no, no, pretty, I meant pretty. How could you ever be ugly? I’ll punch whoever calls you that.”  

Laughing, I escaped his grasp, “So, where’s San?”  

“I’m not sure actually. He was right behind me when we got up.”  

Upon hearing Wooyoung stifled laughter, we turned towards him.   

Confused, I tilted my head slightly, “What?”  

Wooyoung pointed a finger behind us, “You might want to look towards the doorway.”  

Turning around, we were met with a frozen form holding shopping bags.  

“You alright there, Sannie?”  

Grinning, I made my way towards him.  

Finally snapping out of his daze, San put down the shopping bags and shut the door behind him, rushing forward to where I was.  

“What are you doing here?”  

San wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me off the ground slightly.  

Putting me back down, San pulled away to push some of the hair out of my face.  

“I’m here to work. They’re opening up a branch over here. I’m here for good now.”  

San reached a hand up, cradling my face.  

“So, no more late-night calls because you’re stressed?”  

Laughing slightly, I nodded, “No more late-night calls because I’m stressed. It’ll be late-night calls asking you to come over because I’m stressed.”  

San grinned down at me, “I wouldn’t mind that.”  

He dipped his head down, pressing a short kiss on my lips before leaning back to say something. 

Smiling, I hooked my arm around his neck, bringing him back.  

Okay, I didn’t really think this was how this visit would turn out, but it’s not like I mind. Over the last few months, especially when I was in London, San seemed to be a rather large part of my life. Even though he wasn’t beside me, he was always there for me. After so many late-night conversations, it’s hard not to fall for someone.  

“Ahem. I know you two are happy and all, but can you quit sucking each other's faces off?”  

Pulling apart, we laughed at how annoyed Yeosang sounded.  

Raising a brow at Yeosang, I couldn’t help but remember something, “I thought you wanted San and I together? No? I remember you mentioning something.”  

“I only said that in hopes that you’d move on from the man-whore next to me.”  

Realising what he just said, Yeosang opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Wooyoung laughing.  

“Oh? Me? I feel honoured.”  

Laughing, I playfully rolled my eyes at him, “Careful there, Woo, you’re still on parole here.”  

Raising his hands in surrender, “Whatever you say.”  

I could feel the confused glances of the boys moving between us.  

“I’m sorry,” Yeosang couldn’t help but ask, “When the hell could you two joke around again? Last time I checked, Y/N hated you.”  

Pulling San to the living area, “We talked a bit before you two arrived and worked things out.”  

Snuggling into San’s side on the sofa, I couldn’t help but feel content as I watched Yeosang and Wooyoung bickering.  

Feeling San press a kiss on my forehead, I looked up.  

“I’m glad you’re back.”  

Pressing a kiss on his cheek, I smiled, “I’m glad I’m back as well.”  

Resting my head on his chest, I turned to back to the random show we had on, happy to be back, and happy to be surrounded by friends again. 

[jessybarnes]

Al Min Kærlighed

Fandom - Metallica

Chapter One - Fade to Black

Pairing - Single!Lars Ulrich x Reader

Other Characters - James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett, and Robert Trujillo

Tags - DOMESTIC VIOLENCE!, Blood, Language, Crying, Broken Bones, Arguing, Anxiety, Angst, and I think that's it.

Word Count - 1,400 +

Beta - Just Grammarly

Fic Aesthetic - Yours Truly

A/N: This is a series that I've been working on for a long time now. I have quite a few chapters written, but it's not quite finished yet. I'm a huge Metallica fan, and James and Lars are my favorite members. :) Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

“Shit! Is it really that late?!”

You said as you glanced at the clock on your work desk. Your boss asked you to stay after work and finish one of the daily reports. This was becoming a regular thing, and your boyfriend didn't like it. Not at all. Sure you were thrilled that your boss chose you to stay out of everyone else. For one, the overtime was something you used to your advantage, and two you didn't really want to go home... Not with him there.

Sighing and grabbing your purse you switched the desk light off and headed for the main entrance to finish locking up. You had been with Essential Graphics for two years, and for about a year now Jace, your boss, had asked you to stay later than usual to do various things. You happily obliged and put the overtime you earned into your savings. Something only you knew about which was probably for the best.

After making sure the doors were securely locked you made your way to your car. Checking your phone you noticed you had ten missed calls and three voicemails.

“Great...” You muttered in annoyance. “Here's to hoping he'd be asleep.”

You buried your head in your hands and hunched over the steering wheel trying to calm your breathing. You had been saving your overtime for a year now. So close to your end goal, you could taste it. You only had to save two hundred more dollars, and you would be on your way to California, and more specifically away from your current boyfriend.

Cole wasn't the angel everyone perceived him to be. Not in the slightest. You had been to hell and back with him, and you had the bruises to prove it. You did your best to cover them up, but foundation and powder only go so far. Sure people noticed, but you would always make some believable excuse to deter the conversation elsewhere.

“Maybe I'll get lucky enough and he will be passed out drunk.” You said as you started your car and maneuvered out of the parking lot.

You drove in silence the whole fifteen minutes it took to get home. Closing your eyes, you mentally prepared your mind and body for what you inevitably were going to endure as soon as you crossed the threshold of your house. Your knuckles were white as you gripped the door handle to your 2008 Pontiac and you tried to calm your racing heart. He didn't like when you showed fear. It was fuel to the fire. Quickly and quietly you approached the front door and strained to listen. Trying to listen to see if Cole was awake.

Sliding the key into the lock and turning it shouldn't sound so loud, but it did then. You slowly opened the door and the smell of alcohol hit you like a freight train. Your heart thudded in your chest as you grasped the chain on your purse to keep it from making noise and toed your tennis shoes off. As you walked past the living room things felt eerily quiet. When you got to the hall big, strong hands grabbed you and shoved you hard against the wall knocking the pictures onto the floor.

“Where the fuck have you been?!”

“Jesus Cole! You scared me! Jace asked me to stay late again. I had to finish the daily report. I'm sorry I was so late.”

“It's fucking ten thirty, Y/N. Who is he?! Who the FUCK is he??!”

“There is no he, Cole. There is only you.” 

A moment later, his hand collided with the right side of your face. You tasted copper a clear indication that your lip was split open. Tears threatened to escape your eyes, but you wouldn't let him have that satisfaction.

“Don't you EVER lie to me, Y/N. You're mine and I won't let anyone else have you. If I can't have you, no one else can. You can't win and you can't escape. There's no way out, baby.”

He gave you a look of pure menace as he flung you to the floor. You instinctively put your hands out to catch yourself and winced as pain shot up your right arm. You knew it was probably broken, but you couldn't think about that right now. You had to get out of there. Putting as much force behind your foot as you could you kicked him in the shin sending him to the floor on the opposite side of the hall. You held your throbbing wrist to your chest as you hobbled as fast as you could to grab your keys and purse.

Getting away would have been too easy. You knew that. Cole was on you in a matter of seconds. He gripped your hair hard, sending pain rocketing through your skull.

“You'll pay for that, bitch. Good for nothing that's what you are.”

You tried to kick, hit, punch, anything to get him to loosen his grip. Nothing seemed to work. You heard the telltale sound of him flipping open his switchblade. You couldn't help it, you let the tears fall this time. Pleading him, begging him to stop.

“Please, Cole! Please....don't.... you don't want to do this... We can work this out. Just let me go, and we can talk.”

“Oh, sweetheart, we are way past the talking stage.”

He firmly pressed it to your throat, not realizing he was giving you a way out. You had to do this fast if you were going to get away. Tucking your chin to your chest you bit down on his wrist as hard as you could. He yelped in pain and dropped the knife, but not before it cut you. You grabbed your purse and dashed out the front door to your car. Barely making it inside, you jammed the key in the ignition and squealed the tires as you backed out of the driveway onto to the main road.

Finally able to calm your breathing and let the adrenaline die down you let the tears flow. You pulled into an alleyway and parked to keep yourself from getting into an accident. Your cries soon became sobs and you hunched over the steering wheel in pain from the events that just took place. You barely even noticed the loud music coming from the club or the dozens of people going in and out of the back entrance.

Your vision became blurry and you suddenly felt light-headed. Moving your left hand up to your neck you felt the wetness there. Pulling it back to see you noticed that Cole must have nicked you pretty bad, and you needed to get to a hospital fast before you succumbed to unconsciousness.

You kept your left hand on your neck to apply pressure and awkwardly reached for the door handle with your right hand. Biting back the urge to scream from the immense pain you felt, you opened the driver’s door and staggered out of the car. You began to move toward the noise of the band and found your way in through the back exit. Looking for someone, anyone, to help you. You heard muffled voices and made your way towards them. Praying you didn't pass out before you got there.

A deep voice filled your ears along with an accented one. You couldn't quite put your finger on where the other man was from, but that wasn't at the top of your list of concerns right now. As you got closer to the door you could hear their conversation clearly now.

“C'mon James we always open with Creeping Death. It's tradition, man! We can play Fade to Black later on in the set list.”

“Don't you think it's time for a change, Lars? I mean we've played the same opener for years!”

“Ugh... James... don't push it. Maybe the next show we will switch things up, but for now, let's just stick to--”

You cut their moment off as you fell through the door. You couldn't speak. You could hardly breathe. You just laid there shock taking over you as you saw them scramble toward you.

“JESUS! FUCK! James!! Call a doctor! Shit! Hey, hey sweetheart. It's okay. I've got you. Just hang in there, and we will get you some help. Shhh. Just stay with me.”

You heard shouting and a soothing voice, but you couldn't make out anything they were saying. You were cradled in the shorter one’s arms and the last thing you remembered before darkness overcame you were beautiful, frightened green eyes.

[fezwearingjellybananas]

Tag Game: Writing Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern.

Tagged by @squireofgeekdom thank you! This seems fun. It's all going to be Writer's Month fills (I'll exclude the poem though)

It was dark, inside the Speed Force. (Alone)

Something was wrong with Barry. He was acting strange, had been ever since Caitlin had picked him up from home. And he was standing too close. (Black Out)

Weather Wizard had actually managed to trap him. (Weather Wizard's Worst Plan Yet)

There were wires missing. Barry had put this together yesterday and now there were wires missing. (Twist of Time)

Even with his powers dampened, Barry could probably have found a way to escape if he was on his own. (Reunite)

Eobard held the hoodie close, breathing it in. (Prize)

I feel I should start this story with it was a dark and stormy night. (The Mystery Lantern)

“When you couldn’t phase,” Cisco said softly. “I… For a moment, I…” (Different)

Cisco seemed right at home on the stage. (Undercover)

“Are we sure putting four speedsters in a car is a good idea?” Eddie asked. (Road Trip)

I think the pattern is the opening tends to be shorter lines rather than full long paragraphs- number 2 with its three whole sentences is the longest opening, most of these are just one sentence paragraphs- though these are all Writer's Month fills, so they are all shorter fics written quite quickly which probably has an influence, I don't know if that pattern would stay the same if I compared these with longer fics and the no deadline to work to shorter fics that I often write. I wouldn't be surprised if most tend to start quite quickly though, especially with shorter fics.

Almost all of them mention a character within the first line, so maybe that feels like prioritising establishing characters over establishing setting? I suppose there's also some influence there of- with the exception of number 7- all these are set within the canon setting (even if they get labelled canon divergent AUs) and because it's fic there's an assumption the reader is probably already familiar with the setting and the characters, so maybe don't need as much.

7 is a full AU, so there's a little more on setting that comes later, but it's the third fic in the Barriscowest Sherlock Holmes AU, so there is some that's still skipped over because I wrote it in a different fic. Its main inspiration being the Sherlock Holmes books is also why it does feel different to write, it's the only time I write in first person, I usually use third person limited, and I do try and write them to attempt to feel like someone who grew up in the Victorian era is writing them (though actually, they're probably being written somewhen between the late 30s and early 50s, because they're Iris- and Cisco- going back and writing everything down again for their grandchildren to have the whole story instead of just the parts everyone knows about).

Tagging @kitkatt0430 @goldheartedchaoticdisaster @shrinkthisviolet @angst-is-love-angst-is-life if you'd like!

[jaimehwatson]

20 Questions for Writers

tagged by: @sybilius thank you! <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I'm currently sitting at 99! I'll have to do something a little special for my 100th :)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

214,959

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The ones I've written for the most are Our Flag Means Death, Warhammer 40K (mostly the Ciaphas Cain series, my favourite boy), Snowpiercer (the TV show), and Sharpe! But there are quite a few more I've written at least a one-shot for - I get inspired by a lot of different things, and I also love exchanges like Yuletide!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Restless Nights (OFMD)

You're the sun that makes me shine (OFMD)

Want to do something weird? (OFMD)

The Hidden Places Where The Fire Burns Hot And Bright (Stranger Things)

Sounds kind of dumb when I say it, but it's true: I would do anything for you (OFMD)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Almost always! I really appreciate nice comments so I make sure at least say thanks :)

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

The first one that came to mind was one of my Sherlock Holmes fics, Some things you do just to see how bad they make you feel, which deals with Holmes's depression and drug use negatively affecting his relationship with Watson. It's a really sad one that I didn't come back to add a happier sequel to until a year later!

But I've written some pretty angsty Our Flag Means Death ones too, particularly I hope it stays dark forever, I hope the worst isn't over and It isn't that much fun, staring down a loaded gun

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

I think a lot of my fics are pretty happy! If I'm not writing something fucked-up and sad I'm usually writing a happy couple having good sex and a generally nice time. But if I had to try to pick one, maybe my little trilogy What makes Ed happy?, which gets a sweet Ed/Stede reunion at the end

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've fortunately avoided that so far! The comments I get are 99% lovely and maybe like 1% something kinda weird that maybe comes across a little bit negative but just makes me shrug my shoulders and say oh well

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

Often! If there's any particular kind I gravitate towards it's probably characters slightly awkwardly but excitedly exploring a bit of light BDSM for the first time

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

One of the first fics I posted on Ao3 was a crossover between Death Note and The X-Files called The エクス-Files! (Translator's note: エクス means X) It was a really fun writing experience, and if that idea sounds fun to you at all, you should definitely check it out

But my craziest crossover (and maybe my only other one so far unless I'm forgetting something) is definitely my 2023 Yuletide fic Danger and Dance, in which Remington Steele and Laura Holt investigate a mystery involving DJ Crazy Times of "Planet of the Bass"!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, is that a thing people do?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so but I'd be honoured if someone did!

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

I have not yet co-written anything that's published anywhere, but a good friend and I once put quite a bit of effort into a story taking place in the universe of The Dark Crystal like a decade ago - now I want to dig that up again and see if it was any good, I remember we had fun with it!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Ciaphas Cain/Amberley Vail! The Ciaphas Cain books and Warhammer 40K in general were what really got me into writing fic regularly and participating in fandom more. Part of what made the ship so initially appealing to me, beyond just how much I like the characters, was that they're 100% canon but their relationship isn't the focus of the canon - you just get little hints and references to the fact that they're definitely fucking offscreen while the main thing going on is fighting aliens and shit. So it provides a great opportunity to speculate about what goes on when they're alone together and you don't see it, and how it might tie into their character development and the events of the canon storylines.

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

I mostly write a lot of shorter fic, so I don't really have any longer WIPs that gradually fizzled out the way I know some other writers struggle with. That being said, I do have plenty of sparse drafts that I started writing or outlining a little bit of and then never sat down and finished because I got distracted by some other idea. One that comes to mind was a Warhammer 40K fic that would have involved Cain and Yarrick meeting and getting involved in a Wild-West-style saloon shootout in space - fun idea but it never really went anywhere

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at character voices, especially when I write fic for books I love and I can imitate the style of the narration

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I don't think my description is as good as my dialogue. A lot of my writing experience before I got into fic was in theatre and video games, two mediums where you're much less likely to have a narrator, so I don't have as much practice at it. I find it difficult sometimes to really get across the image in my head in a way that makes sense and flows naturally. But I do think I'm getting better at it all the time!

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

I've never really done that beyond the occasional word here and there! If I was going to, I'd want it to be a language I can actually speak, and/or have a friend who speaks it look over it. Maybe one day I'll get to use my French skills in a fic but it hasn't happened yet!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

In the sense of actually deciding "I am going to write fanfic and put it on the internet for other fans," it was the Pathologic games! But in a more general sense, I've been making up stories about my favourite characters since I was a little kid. A while back my mom found something I wrote in high school based on Lord of the Flies that was really cute

20. Favorite fic you've written?

My proudest accomplishment is my OFMD wrestling AU, Tonight on Ring of Revenge!

Tagging @augustmourn @grandmastattoo @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book @scyllas-revenge if you feel like it!

[deepcutdave]

Wrestling lookback: Raw Edition

Been a while since I've done this but might as well get back into the swing of things, so all this week I'll be looking back at the title changes of the pro wrestling world.

Kicking things off with RAW. The main event title here is the World Heavyweight title, which was crowned on May 27th. Seth "Freaking" Rollins was the first crowned champ.

Rollins is a fine champ and it's good to see him in the main event. I'd prefer two titles over the two brands, and I'm not a fan of the title itself. Why bring to mind the Big Gold Belt when one can bring the actual belt itself back?

Predictions for 24: Cody Rhodes

WWE Intercontinental title

Similar to the heavyweight, Gunther was the only one to wear the strap in '23. It started as a Smackdown title but when it went over to Raw during the draft I'm counting it as a Raw title.

The new IC design? Hate it-seriously, you go from the sleek 80's inspired one to a jumbled mess of angles. How does that say anything about other countries?

Gunther on the other hand? Darn good and I like the longest reigning champ angle they have going on but what are they going to do? I'm not sure if Gunther can main event just yet (put him with Paul Heyman and he'll be champ next week)

Predictions for '24: I could see Cody Rhodes, mostly when he chokes going over the main event and they give him like 5 reigns in the year with it before putting it back on Gunther.

Women's World title

2023 saw this as the Smackdown Women's title, but Ripley took the win on April 1st and has been killing it. Her angle with Dominick Mysterio? I was a bit leery at first but now? Hell, I love it. The year started with Charolette Flair as champ but Ripley has been the G.O.A.T. of the division.

Predictions: I think Ripley retains for most of the year. If and IF she loses it, she'll win it back before too long.

WWE Undisputed Tag Team titles

The Usos kicked the year off as champs but they lost to Kevin Owens and Sami Zayn in April (as well as breaking up too). Owens and Zayn were great but sadly ended prematurely. The Judgement Day were equally good and really sells the stable as a major power player when they have more title belts. Cody Rhodes and Jey Uso, on the other hand, were a total waste of time and talent. Why take the belts off the Judgement Day if they were going to get them back in a week?

Predictions for '24: Maybe Alpha Academy but I think the Judgement Day will stay together for a bit longer

And we'll finish the lookback with the WWE Women's Tag Team titles.

Ok, this is defended across the board but the two current champs are Raw based, so we'll put them here. The year kicked off with Damage Ctrl (Dakota Kai and Iyo Sky). Becky Lynch and Lita were a genuine surprise. Glad to see Lita again, but they dropped it to Raquel Rodriguez and Liv Morgan, which could have been awesome team if Morgan hadn't legit hurt herself.

Ronda Rousey and Shayna Baszler were okay but Rousey just seemed checked out for most of the year. Rodriguez and Morgan seemed to be getting their momentum back but they dropped the titles to Chelsea Green and Sonya Deville (later replaced by Piper Niven). I didn't care for Green's 'tiktok influencer' gimmick but Niven was good as the brawling brute partner, who didn't seem to like her partner all that much either.

Katana Chance and Kayden Carter, on the other hand, well they're just a bit too green for me to judge at the moment. Give them another month, see what happens.

Predictions: Niven, Rodriguez, and Morgan will be champs again.

[learning-to-love-the-novel]

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Learning to Love (working title) is a gay fantasy novel that I've got like 50k words of notes about and maybe 5k words of actual text for (it's all random scenes from like the middle of the story and I can't fucking post them anywhere but I need to talk about this thing)

Setting: post-apocalyptic. Before the catastrophe it was a high magic society, about as technologically advanced as we are right now, except with magic instead of technology.

Characters: mostly magical academia people (several magical colleges/research institutes stayed fairly intact as social structures throughout the catastrophe). Basically, if you're someone from academia who also likes fantasy and mlm romance, these guys should be up your alley.

Story hook: newly Ph.D. guy comes back home, finds his professor dad a grumpy asshole (moreso than before) who mistreats his live-in maid/Ph.D. student. The student finishes his Ph.D., professor dad seemingly kicks him out, student is bummed, professor's son offers to go on some adventures together with him.

Creation notes (&reasoning behind some tags on this post) and tag list (to be updated) under read more

Learning to Love originally started out as a global AU fanfic for Alfabusa's If the Emperor had a text to speech device video series, itself a fix-it fanfic for Warhammer 40.000. But, as I worked out more and more of the details, I realized that calling it a fanfic is sorta dishonest.

The point of the Warhammer characters I was playing with, their essense, is war. War is their life, their purpose, the source of their tragedies... I didn't want to write about that. And if you keep that out of your wh40k fanfic, is it really a wh40k fanfic? Especially if it's a global AU, set in a world that bears no resemblance to wh40k or any of its versions? Personally, I don't think so.

Thus, Learning to Love is not a fanfic anymore. I changed most of the "inherited" characters to be barely recognizable, kicked out some primarchs from my story, remade others entirely (or maybe rather made up new characters in their place? hard to tell sometimes), put a couple OCs with no wh40k precursors in. But the main pairing started out as Magnus x Captain General Little Kitten (as anyone from that fandom can probably already tell), and their dynamic is still a version of that. (A very optimistic version.)

This is why this post is tagged with If the Emperor had a text to speech device and the several Mittens pairing tags. Don't worry, I'll only tag posts where I talk about Learning to Love's fanfic origins with that, which I can't imagine there's gonna be a lot of.

This change brought a problem: there were suddenly a lot of unnamed characters on the cast, because previously I'd just keep the wh40k names of their prototypes, and now I had to come up with all new names. The main duo is still unnamed as of now. (I might just leave the professor's son's name as Magnus... He's not even one-eyed anymore, I don't think this qualifies as copyright infringement)

Tags:

(I will add on to here as I post)

#Corrinthim lore -- the continent this takes place on is called Corrinthim, so that's just gonna be the lore of the post-apocalyptic fantasy setting

#dramatis personae -- the basic information on my characters will be here.

#story spoilers -- you guessed it, these are posts about what happens later in the story

#backstory -- also guessed it, characters' backstory

#backstory spoilers -- specifically the parts of backstory that are meant to be revealed later in the story

List of character-specific tags: #Alexander Yunt

[protokirby]

Had some bizarre dream. It was nightmare-like definitely, though it didn't feel that way during the dream. The dream was one of those kinds where I'm not one of the characters. I'm simply viewing the scenes and can't interfere with anything like it's all a movie. I call those spectator-mode dreams.

So. A bunch of pokemon characters were teleported to the digimon world. One of them discovered that if they were killed by a digimon, they gain the powers and parts of the appearance of the digimon that killed them. So one by one throughout the dream they would throw themselves in front of the first digimon they thought looked cool. I don't remember who, but someone went to be killed by a raremon. The average person may ask "why?" but to me and whichever idiot went for it, raremon looks cool as flip.

Dot from the pokemon horizons anime was there. She saw a parasimon and went "I want that". Everyone else fled in terror while Dot stood in its path. There were vibes that everyone else could detect that Dot couldn't apparently. Because that thing did not give her an instant death. There was a portion of the dream that was maybe a good 2 minutes of the sound of screaming and agony while the view was over a group of other characters, some with digimon features, some without, huddling behind something. Then after that mess was over, for some reason instead of Dot having parasimon features, she just was transformed into Bean from spore 2008. Her disappointment was immeasurable and her day was ruined.

I don't remember a lot of what else happened but later I saw that Crispin looked like he got tag teamed by these two

Crispin was whatever horrific death worth it to become the coolest digimon hybrid in the squad? Did you really need to approach these things just to look so epic? And he did look epic. For sure. Maybe I should draw it. But that is questionable behavior even under the circumstances of the dream. I did not see the death but it might have been crazier than what Dot went through except this time having the mercy of being instant and also . getting the intended change in appearance.

Ummm normally in-dream character deaths would mess me up but dreams in spectator mode don't seem to do anything with the dream continuity. So it's not too crazy I guess(?) I would still prefer the imaginary friends keep off the lawn while it looks like I'm starting to have daily nightmares. I hate that daily nightmares can be brought on by stress. Brain, why do you try to process problems in a way that starts more problems? The idea of losing more imaginary friends to the nightmares makes me feel so sick I might vomit. In fact I think I'm going to just. not sleep. Yeah. I'm not going to lose Crispin or anyone else like I lost Leon and Hop. No the fart I'm not. No way. No sleep, no nightmares. Sounds good to me.

So I'm going to stay awake until the ant-pocalypse is over and until a secret other monster of a problem gets a solution. Those are the two main things. The second thing I would rather not talk about, but the ant infestation is so bad??? One of those FARTS woke me up while trying to get vored and I grumpily and sleepily threw it across the room instead and. It is hard getting back to sleep knowing I'll inevitably be woken up by another ant on me.

I put ant poison out and all that. I'm a pacifist, but I have breaking points. After they get all that I can be free of them for a week or two but more show up after that and it feels like I can't get a break. I would be fine with the ants if only I could find a way to tell them to stay off of me and my stuff. There is no peace between me and their forces the way things are now

[lilghostiequinni]

Not As Planned

Main Masterlist Charlos Masterlist

Pairing: girlfriend!female reader x Charles Leclerc x Carlos Sainz

Warnings: Fluffy, Established relationship,

Summary: Your boyfriends lucked out in qualifying and are starting behind the points, but everything will be okay, right?

Requested: NO / yes

After a night of just cuddling and comforting your boyfriends in red on how horrible the weekend had been going, and continued to go in qualis, you watch from the garage as Ferrari seems to make improvements at the beginning of the race.

You cross your fingers for either of your boyfriends to get up in the points that they so desperately want for themselves and the team.

You watched as the car of Charles seemed to have more problems as the race went on and hoped that it would be able to make it all the way to the end of the GP.

In lap 43, you realize that Charles has been told to retire the car. You just sigh and stand to the side as he pulls into the pit and gets out; you don't even have time to open your arms for a hug as he comes over to you and just wraps himself around you.

You ran your fingers through the hair on the base of his neck and wrapped your other arm around his shoulder.

"It's alright, one bad race, that's all it is," You told the Monegasque as he pulled you impossibly closer.

"Go, they seem to want you. I'll watch over Carlos," You tell him when Charles hears his name and looks back to see an engineer calling him over.

Charles gives a single nod and gives you a kiss on the cheek before he walks over, and you turn back to the screen to watch your other boyfriend race.

Your relationship was unconventional, but the fans loved the content you put out of your silly and crazy Ferrari driver boyfriends. Overall, the support was there, and there was more of it than the hate.

You rang your fingers together as you watched the race, glancing back to your Monegasque boyfriend every once in a while before turning back to screens and your Spaniard boyfriend.

It was ten laps after the retirement of the first Ferrari, and you let out a little breath of relief that Carlos hadn't needed to also retire his car.

But of course, that relief didn't last long as your boyfriend hit a wet curb and spun out, hitting Alex Albon's car in the process of trying to regain his grip.

Then, going into the grass to try and get back in the race, I still suffered too much damage and had to retire the car.

When Carlos also returned to the garage, you opened your arms; he did give you a hug, but of course, he was needed much quicker by the team than Charles was.

"Later," You told him as he left, a little unsure at first before ultimately going.

You did stay where you were, though, and watched the rest of the race, hoping that if your boyfriends couldn't win, then maybe Lando could because he's your best friend.

But Lando ends in 2nd, Max in 1st, George in 3rd.

You look at Charles and Carlos but see them looking at you, they both nod their heads, and you make your way to Lando, seeing him and giving him a hug.

"They okay?" He questions.

"They will be. It's one race. It's always going to be if nothing is guaranteed; they now know that," You tell him.

"Won't make it hurt or be frustrating any less," Lando points out.

"That's true, but I'll be there. I'll make sure they're okay, like always," You give Lando one last smile before pointing behind him and him looking at you one last time before leaving.

You then walk back to Ferrari to find Charles and Carlos.

"There's always next race," You say as they catch the end of their conversation on the weekend; both turn to you, and you give them a smile, and they return one.

"Go, finish your jobs, come get me later," You say as you watch their expressions and knowing what they need to do.

They both give a kiss on opposing cheeks as they walk out.

A/N: I got this idea watching the Canadian GP today yesterday.

Tags: none

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[fandom-ash]

Blog_001: DeviantArt and Comics

[Blog Entry under the Cut]

So I've done the unthinkable - I have starting a blog. On the blogging website. Heresy, I know. Just stay with me for a minute.

I mostly am creating this blog in order to record my thoughts and steps along what I can only describe as my "artistic journey" and my attempts to be a better person - whatever that means.

The main thing weighing on my mind is that I'm grappling with reopening my DeviantArt page. I haven't used it since the whole "AI scraping" thing, but now that the "noai" tag is the default, I feel a little better about posting there once more. There's really just not an alternative in terms of the "vibe" of the site. Artstation is a portfolio, not a place to archive and store your art (in a public way) and pretty much every other site has social networking as a focus instead of the art.

Ugh. Kind of hate this shit, not gonna lie! But right now gaining "exposure" is going to be one of the ways to start gaining a client base for my commissions. I can't lose sight of the prize: stable housing and having grocery money every week!

I also just want to become a better artist and challenge myself more by putting myself out there and drawing bigger and better things than I used to. I really did enjoy editing my latest video on youtube, so maybe making speed drawings is important for my growth and happiness? Who is to say.

I've also started working on my comics again, which is a feeling. I am loving Eden Deception once more and I want to continue with the story and world I am building within it. And then I have a NSFW comic titled "The Prince and the Paladin" that I've fully scripted and thumbed out, so now I'm just sketching out the page's art. I really enjoy having a shorter project to fall back to when I want to procrastinate Eden Deception lol.

A lot of it also stems from connecting with a fellow comic creator - she's great and I love her <3 - which has reminded me of the love I have for the medium. Also a person (who shall not be named) who I have had minor beef with in the past has finished their comic, and that's a lot of feelings too. I'm so happy for them and the fact that they have finished their comic! It's really awesome to see! But it also motivates me to finish mine in a weird way.

There's also just a lot to be said for HAVING FUN with the art I'm making and uhhhh I haven't been doing that a lot lately, oops. I do enjoy working on Eden Deception though! I'm starting to feel the spark again!

I want to feel proud of my art again. that's another goal I have, alongside of getting enough clients to make commissions an actual JOB. Doesn't have to pay my bills on its own, but I know my husband would appreciate the help. I'd gladly get a "real" job at retail or something but being physically disabled is a nightmare, whoops.

Oh well, I'll deal with those feelings later.

End Entry May 24 2023