#might even have this as the cover of a short story or something idk. i like writing about these two

[jackknife-roach]

malice, cowboy PI

[cripplecharacters]

Hi! I have three questions. In my story I'd like one of my characters to use a cane, because I never see any representation for younger people who use canes. For context this is in a medieval fantasy setting and it's going to be a comic so it will be visual media.

Question 1

I was thinking about why she might use it, and I thought maybe she could have broken her leg at some point and have chronic pain from that. I looked it up and it looks like broken bones CAN cause chronic pain, and I found a few posts from people saying that they have chronic pain/a limp after breaking their legs.

Does this sound like something that she would/could use a cane for? Would this type of chronic pain be helped by using a cane, or would it not make much of a differnece?

Question 2

At one point in the story her best friend/love interest is being attacked by a creature. Would it be okay for her to use her cane to hit it? She doesn't beat the shit out of it or anything, she just whacks it on the head to get its attention and stop it from attacking her friend.

Idk if this is even a trope but I don't want it to come across as me saying disability aids are dangerous or secretly weapons or something. She doesn't have one of those sword canes, it's just a normal cane.

Question 3

I don't know a lot about canes but I'm planning on her cane being a hand-carved, wooden, offset handle cane.

Will that type of cane be good for supporting her body as she walks around? She's pretty petite and maybe around like 5'2" or something, so she doesn't have a lot of weight to support.

I found a guide online that stated how to size her cane correctly, but do I need to add a few extra inches to compensate for the cane sinking into the ground when she walks around outdoors or will that not make much of a difference?

She lives in a rural village and there are no paved roads, just dirt. Should I maybe put a metal cap on the bottom of the cane so that it doesn't get worn down on dirt/rocks/etc?

Hi!

A cane would make sense for that! Especially if her leg doesn't offer enough stability or can't bear all the weight (though if it can't bear it at all, crutches would be better).

I don't see a problem with whacking something with a cane, though it's definitely a desperate measure (I mean, a walking cane is short as hell). I can't imagine that it would be a particularly good weapon unless she manages to knock it out first try lol. But for diverting attention it would be fine.

The type of cane sounds good to me! Though keep in mind that if she's petite and doesn't have a lot of strength, it being wooden could be eventually tiring for her in the long run. Most modern canes are much lighter for this reason.

As for the height measuring, unless she walks in mud or something equally swamp-esque it wouldn't really make a difference. The general rule is that a cane should reach the crease at the wrist, but in my experience it doesn't have to be exact. More or less around that height should be alright.

A metal cap is an interesting solution! Canes do very much wear out at the tip, and we have to change out the tips once in a while, especially if we happen to be going through harsher terrain a lot. Because her cane is wooden and non-modern, I think the best idea would be to always have the tip covered (these things wear off from any surface in existence, some are just faster than others) and change them occasionally when they're no longer usable (e.g. after walking through a rocky terrain for a long time).

I appreciate the amount of thought you put into the character! I hope this is helpful:-)

mod Sasza

[eerna]

Omg the way Eloise is written as a feminist character BOTHERS me. I can’t always put my finger on why, but a thing that sticks out to me the most is how she just says the most blatantly basic (for us 21st century viewers) things and idk it’s supposed to seem revolutionary… but it’s never clever. And it is never deep.

Anyways I saw your tag on the Eloise/Cressida post and I was curious to hear any elaboration of your thoughts on her feminist portrayal? (But no pressure!)

YEEAAAH EXACTLY! I have the same issue, Eloise just says 21st century equality stuff without ever having read a single feminist pamphlet (this is canon, she doesn't start reading them or attending discussions until she's 18). Somehow she developed a perfectly uniform idea of modern womanhood when she was isolated and raised to be a traditional lady. Her opinions should be WAY more half baked and full of holes because this life is the only one she'd ever known. That's not even mentioning the inability to discuss feminism without discussing class, something Eloise has No Idea About.

Then comes the issue of writing. This is a stupid show. No one looks smart on this show. So when Eloise drops a "smart comment", it is cringe and dumb. She is supposed to be eloquent and witty, but most of the time she looks like a mean snob belittling everyone around her.

Another issue is that everyone else around her is a horrible sexist caricature. Yes, she is snobby, but my god every other woman only cares about men and marriage and gossip so I can't even blame her all that much for it. Her friends don't really care about what she has to say and will always leave her to go chase a man. And even SHE starts fitting the description the moment she falls for a guy - she lies to her friend and puts everyone in danger, and 90% of the reason is a man with only 10% being her self actualization. You can't write a proper feminist if everyone in your story has the same goal, which is to find a husband. It doesn't help that we know Eloise is headed for marriage and babies because every time a character expresses they don't want one or both of those things, they are proven wrong by the narrative.

And finally, my last thing making Eloise a bad feminist character, is that she is SO PASSIVE. Sure, it might be the point of the show as Pen calls her out for it, but we still don't know if they are gonna fix it so I am putting it here anyway. She only talks and complains about her lot in life, but never acts against society. I was happy when she started sneaking out and hang out with The Working Class Feminists TM, but that turned out to be a short failed romance subplot instead of a character moment and she gave up on it almost right away, so it doesn't count. And now in s3 she decided to embrace society and its expectations, so I am not sure we will ever get to see that kind of rebellion again - I sure hope so! But idk.

As a "well written Eloise" character, I'd like to suggest Felicity Montague. She is a character from a 18th century romcom, a noble lady, aroace and trying to go to med school when her gender prevents her from getting an education. She doesn't use her screentime for long-winded monologues about the unfairness of the world, she ACTS on her thoughts and opinions so we know what they are. She switches covers of romance books and textbooks so she can study without being bothered, she runs away from home to try make her dreams come true, she finds alternative solutions. Her thoughts are never lauded as One Truth, in fact she is often called out for the blind spots in her opinions since she too grew up a sheltered noble and can't account for all experiences. She is surrounded by women who challenge her ideas and make her into a better friend and person. AND she is funny and reading her is just plain fun. You CAN do a feminist who doesn't belong in her era, you just have to be careful to also make her a good character.

[radioisntdead]

Hello hello,

It's been a while since I put in a request since I've been busy with tests, but I'm back with a new request!!

Could we maybe have a flower demon that died from hanahaki disease (she still has a few symptoms in hell, just to the point where she doesn't feel pain), talking about her past love to the hotel?? (another song fic, Everything I wanted by Ms Billie eilish)

And heroes love could be someone like alastor or vox?? Idk rlly know, I just want some sweet angst to chow down on 🤤

Your Dearest,

-XIN 🐇🤍

Good evening my dear Xin! I WAS SO EXCITED TO GET THIS REQUEST FROM YOU BECAUSE I'VE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE SOMETHING WITH HANAHAKI FOR A COUPLE OF WEEKS NOW, I misread the bottom part of your request and that's why there's that part at the end, anywho! I hope you enjoy!

Baby's breath

Hazbin x reader

Warnings: reader's past love is gender neutral you can make them whatever gender or if you wanna keep em' nonbinary it's up to you! I imagine the reader looking like one of those flowers from the animated disney Alice in wonderland, reader's lowkey victim blamed for their death.

Song used

I had a dream

"[NAME]! Damn it, [NAME]! Open the door this instant! Please open the door! [NAME]!" The person that caused this shouted your name as they banged on the door, twisting and turning the knob desperately trying to open the door.

You were curled up on the cold tile of the bathroom flower, baby's breath flower buds were scattered across the floor covered in blood, you felt the plant squeezing at your lungs as more came up your throat, clawing it's way up.

I got everything I wanted

You didn't want to die, truly but you didn't want to give up your love for the by the way of surgery like a damned fool.

And now you pay the ultimate price for your love.

A pitiful death.

In your bathroom.

Not what you'd think

The flowers came and came out until it was too much, flowers filled your mouth and lungs effectively suffocating you to death.

The last thing you heard was the door finally being opened and a wail of pure unbridled agony following it.

And if I'm being honest, It might've been a nightmare

You woke up in hell, honestly not where you were expecting to end up but you suppose it might be related to how you die, you willingly chose not to get the surgery after all.

After the shock of being dead you realized you were a flower, a beautiful flower with human like mannerisms, like those flowers in Alice in wonderland.

To anyone who might care

You still had some of the hanahaki symptoms even in hell, it wasn't anything too extreme just, coughing up baby's breath and a stinging pain every once in awhile.

You eventually found yourself in the hazbin hotel, not as a resident per say but Charlie thought they could use a gardener, especially with the hotel rebuilt, and who better than the flower who died by flowers to be the gardener?

Although no one knew how you died.

Thought I could fly fly So I stepped off the Golden, mm

That was until Charlie organized a little activity, having everyone write a short story and share it with the others.

And Niffty, oh darling Niffty, the first man slayer, resident roach killer, wrote a lovely little story about hanahaki disease that left a couple of the residents misty eyed, Alastor making a comment about how it was a foolish way to die, especially when there's a way to be rid of it and Charlie flat out sobbing.

Nobody cried cried, cried, cried, cried

There was only one thing you wanted to correct about it, just a little inaccuracy and when she bit back with a "Welllll how do you know it's not accurate?" You replied with a "Because I died from it? I think I'd know how it happens."

The silence that followed was stiff, awkward and suffocating, not as suffocating as the flowers that killed you but suffocating nonetheless.

"It's not as bad as it sounds! I mean it did hurt like a motherfucker but it was baby's breath so it's not like there were any thorns?" You attempted to backtrack, but within a moment Charlie pulled you into a hug.

Nobody even noticed

And so you decided to recount to your dear friends your involvement with the person who was the reason for those blooming flowers that had caused your untimely demise.

Niffty had a notepad out to write things down for her next fanfiction.

I saw them standing right there

You were standing outside your college study hall waiting for the rain to stop.

Kinda thought they might care might care, might care

You had forgotten your umbrella and they offered to share theirs with you.

I had a dream

They had bright eyes, a warm smile, and a cheerful demeanor, they were like the embodiment of sunshine.

I got everything I wanted, but when I wake up, I see

After that a friendship bloomed the two of you would study together, walk each other to classes, get lunch together.

You with me and you say

They were there for you when no one else was, they were your soil, they were the one you would call when everything was crashing down around you.

Showering you with lovely words, saving you a seat, being a good friend.

"As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you"

How could you not fall for them?

Don't wanna lie here, but you can learn to

Those feelings of yours were never going to be returned, no matter what you did.

If I could change the way that you see yourself

The two of you were taking a break from studying, they were laid flat on their back on your bed while you were leaning on your desk, chatting about recent events in your friend group, like how so and so got together with what's his face or how girl B got a new dog.

You wouldn't wonder why you hear

"Out of pure curiosity, do you like anyone? a bunch of our friends are getting together so.." you asked innocently enough,

They hummed, "in like a romantic sense? Nah-" they let out a nervous chuckle, "I don't think I'm really built for romance, I don't really feel romantic attraction, if that makes sense?" They moved to sit upwards, shrinking themselves into their yellow sweater.

"Oh, yeah that makes sense, no worries."

"Oh thank God, Anyways did you hear that-"

'They don't deserve you'"

The petals appeared soon after that.

I tried to scream but my head was underwater

You remember booking it into a bathroom, locking the door behind you as you struggled to stop your coughing.

Small white petals barely the size of a crumb scattered across the sink.

They called me weak

Hanahaki disease, not common per say but not rare either.

Like I'm not just somebody's daughter

You made no move to move on from these feelings.

You didn't want to get the surgery to remove the flowers growing within you, it would've been better to do so, but there was that small chance that along with those pesky feelings of yours, memories of that person would disappear with it, and did you really want to take that chance?

It could've been a nightmare but it felt like they were right there

And so you let it fester, and grow.

Petals turned into full baby's breath flowers, small but deadly if your coughing them up from your lungs.

And it feels like yesterday was a year ago

Day by day it got worse, until you ended up coughing up a handful of bloodied baby's breath in front of them during a dinner along with some of your friends, some who knew, and some who didn't.

But I don't wanna let anybody know

You booked it to the bathroom where it got progressively worse, they banged on that door and shouted until their hands were scratched and their voice was raw.

'Cause everybody wants something from me now

Another one of your friends got a screw driver and took the hinges off the door to get to you, but it was far too late.

And I don't wanna let 'em down

You were found surrounded by those white flowers, eyes glossed over and wide open and stems peering out from your throat.

I had a dream, I got everything I wanted

It looked hauntingly pretty.

But when I wake up, I see

They screamed as they covered their mouth.

You with me and you say

Eventually one of the other friends who knew decided to fill them in on your little crush on them, at your funeral, you know like an asshole.

They were filled with guilt.

"As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you"

They did love you, just not in the way you loved them, and it wasn't their fault that you died, after all you were the one who refused to get help for it.

Don't wanna lie here, but you can learn to

But still, they felt guilty, maybe if things were different you would be alive, maybe if they never offered you their umbrella that day, maybe if they could feel those feelings you would?

If I could change the way that you see yourself

Yellow roses were left at your grave every death anniversary, birthday and holiday, it was the last thing they could do, maybe if you weren't in hell you would know about it.

You wouldn't wonder why you hear

It was a tragic and foolish situation either way, you made your decisions and you paid the price for it.

'They don't deserve you'

Although if you knew it was going to end like this, would you let yourself die again?

If I knew it all then, would I do it again?

Would you let yourself move on? Would you have gotten the surgery?

Would I do it again?

Or would you sit like a duck again waiting for death to wrap it's wings around you and drag you down to the firey pits of hell?

If they knew what they said would go straight to my head

No one shared any of their short stories after that, which was probably a good thing since Angel dust was next and who knows what filth he wrote.

It was a nice activity while it lasted.

What would they say instead?

Life in the hotel continued after that, you grew particularly close with Alastor who enjoyed lowkey mocking your way of death, and Niffty who liked showing you her fanfictions written with hanahaki as a plotline.

If I knew it all then, would I do it again?

"I'll be right there in a minute Charlie I need to use the restroom first!" You shouted down to the princess as you ran down the hallways into a bathroom.

Would I do it again?

You closed the door behind you as a flowery hand darted up to your mouth as you coughed.

If they knew what they said would go straight to my head

Red tulip petals fell from your lips, you stared at them as they laid in the sink, a sick sense of nostalgic deja vu filled you.

"Fuck."

What would they say instead?

Are you doing to do something about it this time? Or will history repeat itself again?

Good evening folks! I hope you enjoyed this, I had so much fun writing it! Me sending copy and pasted paragraphs about baby's breath meanings in the discord is proof lmao, anywho I hope you all have a wonderful night and as per usual thank you for tuning in!

Speaking of our discord you should join!

[rrenzwrld]

unsung

armin x black reader who can sing but she don’t like to

idk what this is actually😔 very short

You used to love singing when you were a little girl, going to church to sing in the choir and joking little talent shows here and there. But as you got older, all your passions seemed to dwindle away and the things that you once loved to do, you weren’t sure if you enjoyed anymore. Every now and then, you’d absentmindedly sing a little tune around your apartment when you’re doing something but your desire to pursue a musical career with your voice was null and void.

But you weren’t the only one in your complex who had been musically inclined. Your neighbor, Armin, was a small musician who would record himself playing covers of various songs with his guitar, giving the music an acoustic feel. When he’s not making music himself, he’s in a studio with his friends helping them out with their musical journey. You had spoken and went out with Armin a few times after work but you hadn’t mentioned the fact that you could sing even when Armin mentioned his love for his childhood guitar when you asked about his hobbies one day.

From then on out, your neighbor was completely unaware for how much you two really did have in common until you decided to take your trash out one day in a really good mood. When you felt good enough on that particular day, you’d hum the tune of one of your favorite songs for the week, or even softly sing it to yourself as you do tasks around your house. Today, that did not go unnoticed by a certain someone.

He paused the movie he was watching in order to closer hear the tune. When you came back up to your door, you saw Armin peeking his head out his door.

“Armin? You okay?”

“Yeah, I just thought I heard something…” You gulped, realizing that you might have disturbed him. “Was that you?”

“Huh?”

“The singing and humming.. was that you?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that.. nowadays I don’t even realize I’m doing it so it might be—“

“You never told me you could sing.” Armin had to hold back his excitement. Even through something as simple as humming sounded angelic and he didn’t expect it to come from you. But you never felt like you needed to tell him about something that you knew wasn’t as important to you anymore.

You shrugged. “Didn’t think it was important.” You began to enter your apartment before Armin stepped from behind his door. You probably didn’t think so but just from that sentence alone, he knew your story. It saddened him to know that you could potentially have a talent that you were letting rot away and he could build more hope for your abilities than you did. Armin saw right through you and knew that deep down you were a musician, a lover of music just like him. And he wanted to bring that out of you once again.

“I know this might be weird but do you wanna join me for dinner later?”

[callsignfangs]

I know you have something to say about Farah.

Do it.

You know you want to. 😊😉

You lot know me so well 💔💔

Giggles but actually, I’m sorry for randomly vanishing, long story short ive been dealing w some personal stuff and been hesitant to start posting again bc it might be a bit on n off lol. But most things have chilled out a little bit, so i might dip my head back into writing 😇

Also, bc of my amazing luck, I literally got sick, like, today. Sooo, have my fever-induced Farah rambles 😻 Brought to you by. Idk probably the flu or something 💪

Note: the fact i managed to dump this all out in one session before napping is a lil funny ngl 😇

Double note: I acc had a different plan for this, but the sickness has unfortunately taken me, and I’m just going with the flow atp 😇 prepare for more of my Farah braindumps after i’m mildly more alive 😚

-

Farah & Sick!reader drabble 😚

(Tws: vague sickness, fever 👍)

Lets start this off with the simple fact that- she’s the queen of home remedies. You could pick up some degenerative alien disease from a far off solar system, and she probably has something for it. Mot to mention that she’s pretty good at making said remedies notably more appealing, which definitely doesn’t hurt. Sure, she won’t shy away from medicating you, more than prepared to deal with your slightly high shenanigans, but it’s definitely nice to not be drugged up instantly.

She’s also absolutely attached to you at the hip. It’s like she’s given herself the job of your personal nurse, or something. Of course, she’s doing what’s best for you, but she folds just a little at the sight of your soft, weepy eyes.

Admittedly, she’s not the best cook on the planet. She has more important responsibilities than learning to cook. However, for you? She digs up every family recipe she could find, probably digging up an old scrapbook or two of her grandparent’s meanwhile. She’s determined to shower you in gourmet-level food as much as humanly possible, even if that means constantly ducking out of the kitchen to check on you, cuddled up on the couch.

Speaking of cuddles, she’s an absolute cuddle monster. The second you’ll let her, she’s buried alongside you, her gentle warmth dissolving into tour achy muscles, your pounding head showered in soft little kisses - even a couple on the lips, if she can sneak them, because, no, love, she doesn’t care about getting sick, she’ll live.

And, of course, she’ll insist on a nice bath with you, seeing as she just wants to see you better, sweetheart. Her getting to snuggle up with you in the tub is definitely just a happy coincidence.

Bathing with Farah is absolutely heavenly. She fills up the tub herself, happily murmuring pleasant little anecdotes and warm comforts into your ears as lukewarm water splashes around behind you. Gently helping you out of your pyjamas (well, her pyjamas, that were practically yours at this point), she dips her foot into the water, feeling the coolish liquid cover her feet. She slowly eases you in, a slight guilt pooling in her heart as you whine about just how cold the water felt. She keeps you buried in her arms throughout, kissing your cheeks and praising you sweetly, even letting you tuck your face against her shoulder.

Once you’re actually in, the bath is a near-perfect affair. Farah keeps you against her chest the entire time, happily kneading at your pained muscles, letting the water wash away the sweat staining your skin. She guides you down softly, supporting your neck with a gentle, rough hand as she dips your hair into the water, letting it wash away the tightness behind your eyes as best it could, easily tasking herself with washing your hair. It’s like she turns into your personal masseuse, looping a leg around your hips to keep you safely tucked against her, stroking delicately through the soft strands of your hair, loving hands brushing against their perfect spot on your scalp, leaving your muscles at a similar consistency to the water you were surrounded by.

She takes to washing your hair easily, lathering each product in her hands and warmly rubbing them in, pressing kisses to your cheeks and forehead between each one (her face occasionally scrunches as the misplaced product stains her mouth, but it’s worth it to see the little contented smile against your lips).

Thankfully, she doesn’t shy away from care elsewhere, either. She easily lathers each skincare product against your prone form, adjusting you gently against her arms to completely cover every inch of your sweet, delicate skin. Of course, each touch is punctuated with a little massage, hoping to soothe each and every inch of your sickly form, along with her fair share of kisses.

Unsurprisingly, getting out of the tub felt like hell. Sure, the water was mildly cold, but you’d adjusted to it, at this point, lazing easily against Farah’s warmth like a cat in the sun. You definitely felt like a wet cat as she eased you up, shivers immediately picking up the second your skin was exposed to the icy-seeming air. A snug, fluffy towel was wrapped around you almost immediately, with Farah swiftly reaching out to crank the heating up - just enough to keep the temperature difference from making your sickness worse.

Farah was quick to herd you into the bedroom, sitting you down on the bed and exchanging the, now damp, towel for a cosy robe she’d bought a while ago, surprisingly still unused.

And, before you could even consider protesting, she was crouched between your legs, gently towelling down the damp skin. She slowly made her way up, from your feet all the way up to your hair, occasionally popping to and from the bathroom, finishing off your skin and hair care.

By the time she’d finished, you were cuddled up in another - notably lighter - pair of her pyjamas, buried safely on her side of the bed, her honeyed scent filling your senses. Your head was pillowed against her chest, eyes trained vaguely before you as she flicked through her movie catalogue, looking for something peaceful yet entertaining.

Eventually, after her careful deliberation, she decides on some lighthearted romcom. It doesn’t particularly matter at this point, though, seeing as you’d conked out before the opening credits had even begun, your soft, purring snores filling the room and bringing a loving smile to her face. Looking after you so delicately had been amazing, but she was absolutely relieved you were finally getting the sleep your body so desperately needed.

Sighing happily, she lays the two of you down, snuggling beneath the covers and kissing you goodnight, easily falling into slumber in her favourite place - cuddled up beside you.

[thatonekreachur]

hhhhh finally I have time to now post this hshshshshhshs

anyways au

so um, yeah, so um uh...

Some days ago I decided to listen to a song for the first time, Symbiotic by Starset, and then i thought "wow. this is absolute broppy material." until it came to me.

guys, hear me out... in this au the trolls have glowy markings all over their body, and the bergans are giant machines that feed on their energy.

Also, the colors of the glowy bits on the pop trolls are like the colors of stars... they can be blue, like a hot blue star, or red, like a cool red star, or yellow, like our sun (even though it's kinda white...). Just a little detail of think is cool, and it's gonna be overall space and glowy themed and such!

And it will of course focus on our famous duo over there! Some things under the cut

The perks of this au includes:

Space and glowy themed ofc

Adding in to the worldbuilding

It will cover all three movies, and I will rewrite the story of each

More interaction between characters

Extra action and suspense and violence

So I am like torn between turning this au into a ao3 fanfic or a comic, or maybe both... idk... let me explain.

So, for comic, which is what I am really leaning into more, my art would look a little... flat at the start, and I would improve and advance as I work on it a little more. One disadvantage is how long the comic will take to complete. One other comic that I read on Deviantart literally took ten fucking years to complete, and for something that's going to cover three whole movies, I don't really think it's gonna be plausible.

Like, the comic will have an introduction chapter, and will be divided into three parts, each representing the three movies, with more being added with future installments. Like, if it will take ten fucking years to complete one part, then I will literally grow old and die before I even start one that will cover the potential fifth or sixth movie, not to mention the high chance of hitting artist's block. So my solution is to keep this short, but not too short to not make the plot feel rushed, and not too long so it won't literally take more than 2 years to complete...

So, for fanfic, it will take a lot less time to complete, and I get to learn how to write, but not how to draw. And for doing both, I get to learn how to draw and write but then I might overstimulate myself doing a buncha things at the same time.

But one thing for both of them is that I have to overcome the fear of writing the characters names on there, so you guys have to help me out on this one. I have no idea why I am afraid of putting the names on there, like its a bunch a words... what harm can they do?

I might've made the conclusion, I will do the comic one better. Guys if this feels a little rushed and the grammar feels broken is because I am writing this at the point where I need to go asleep and the melatonin is kicking in. so, yeah goodbye

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

there's something about the aquarium mayoi chuuya card that is so endearing to me. compared to all of his other cards, it's probably the least flashiest- but there's something about seeing chuuya in casual clothes like that brown jacket and dolphin necklace is so...wholesome? to me? we rarely ever get to see him in actual, non working clothes (he's not even wearing his hat in this one!!) and while i know that technically the aquarium cards has other pm members aswell, I'd like to think that this is what chuuya looks like in his off days. maybe he does like to go to aquariums and look at the fishes on his own, or go to a cafe and indulge himself in some sweets. idk. i just really like that card 🥲

Anon this is my favourite Chuuya mayoi card. I love him so much. And yeah it’s a good outfit I think! Look at him!

I wonder, do you know about the short story that goes with it? Idk who wrote it for the game but it’s here if you want to check it out. Basically Elise and Mori are going to the aquarium so Chuuya is there to cover them. The Akutagawa siblings are also there but in a separate part of the building (there’s another story that focuses on them too!). It kind of hurts me in a way, because Chuuya is unable to relax. He’s on threat mode close to the entire time, even hanging back so it doesn’t look like he’s associated so he can better watch over them from a distance, before Elise grabs him and kind of forces him to enjoy himself. He spots some people moving boxes in the shadows and becomes immediately suspicious of illegal activities (he’s… right actually, as Mori later reveals - another point for intelligent Chuuya as he figured it out in a few seconds of observing) but he really is looking constantly for anyone who might want to hurt Mori and Elise to the point where he’s even a little jumpy and it’s just… :(

And then there’s this dialogue in the middle of it. Whoever wrote this, I just want to talk. —

Nakahara Chuuya: (As long as they're in here, they get fed every day, and they don't have any natural enemies. Must be peaceful.)

Nakahara Chuuya: (...)

Nakahara Chuuya: (But... A water tank has its limits, it can't compete with the real thing.)

Nakahara Chuuya: (These fish don't know the freedom of swimming far off into the ocean.)

Nakahara Chuuya: (I wonder which one makes them happier.)

Nakahara Chuuya: (...)

Nakahara Chuuya: (... Whatever, no use getting sentimental over a bunch of fish.)

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How dare they. Truthfully though, in my mind this is peak Chuuya behaviour, to think deeply about something that is not at all analogous to him and his situation in any way and then shut that down real fast because he has “other things to think about”. Sigh.

This got away from me. Anyways anon I love this card too. It’d be nice to think of him doing something casual for once. Maybe one day he will be able to enjoy things like that a little more. I hope so. :)

[lingering-42-long]

Idk how many more ideas I have left in me lol

Request - König OR Rodolfo Parra x F! Reader [fluff]

Prompt/Idea - They're always writing poems/drawing stuff but they've lost inspiration. That's until they meet the reader on base or outside of the base, and immediately they begin to write/draw about them. The reader notices them and tries to talk to them, but they freak out and walk away, just for the art piece to fall out of their book. The reader picks it up and smiles

An Artist’s Muse

König x f! reader

I loved the idea of both so I may do another for Rudy. If this gets 20 likes I’ll do a Rudy version!

Sorry I have been inactive, I didn’t have any writing juice in me…. This is a short but sweet story. I changed it up a little bit because I didn’t read the full thing and I should’ve lol. I still think this is super sweet.

Warnings: none, fluff

Scenario: when König meets his girl for the first time, he gets the sudden urge to open his sketch book to draw.

Austria was a beautiful place with scenery that rivaled even some of the best locations anywhere else in Europe or America for that matter. König believed it wholeheartedly. This was his home where he grew up with his father and mother on their farm. He loved it here, though he hated the people of his town to some degree. But here he was sitting in another local area in a small café right outside of the main street. He was away from his obligations for a few months. He needed some time to recover and some time to rest. Just to be by himself.

One of his favorite past times was art. Growing up his mother sent him to an art school where he fell in love with art. He enjoyed doing a large variety of different things ranging from acrylic to oil watercolor and sketching with pencils and pens. He was a natural talent and everyone believed that he had a knack for it. He even entered a few of his pieces into a few contests and even one a little bit of prize money here and there. One might think that he would’ve chosen a path dealing with something in art for his career but he needed some thing else to channel his aggression, while art was a good way to relax, he still needed some thing else to fuel his mind.

As he was sitting, trying to think of some thing to draw, anything would be good at this point, he heard the door chime from where he was at his table. The café wasn’t usually busy at this time of the day but there were the occasional people that would be going back-and-forth ordering drinks or grabbing a quick bite to eat before heading off to another meeting or leaving to go do some thing. He didn’t like going during the times that were a little busy. As he took a sip from his coffee, he looked up to see a girl. This made him almost choke on his hot beverage, to him she was beautiful. Her hair flowed gracefully over her shoulders and her beautiful eye sparkled as she was trying her hardest to speak to the barista in his native tongue of German. It wasn’t good he wouldn’t lie but he could see the effort that she was trying. Thankfully the barista also knew English and help the girl out order her drink. König wanted to hide and not be seen. Out of all the days an angel had to land on this one particular afternoon.

The girl sat in a table next to a window across from him. She had brought a book to read and seems to be enjoying the hard cover. Inspiration hit him hard. Carefully pulling out his sketchpad once again, he began quietly working away every once in a while taking a quick glance in her direction just enough to remember features before sketching more on the page.

She stayed only for an hour before getting up, finishing her coffee, putting it in the trash, and waving goodbye to the baristas. He wanted to go after her, to show her what he had done so far, but he knew that would be awkward for both of them. She might think that he was stocking her and the last thing he wanted was to startle her. He was now pretty grumpy about the whole thing. All he wanted to do was to give her his drawing of her and hopes of asking her if she wanted to grab coffee soon, but now his chances were ruined because he didn’t have the courage to ask. He groaned and lightly hit his head against the table. He hated his social awkwardness, he always did. He just wanted the courage to go up and ask her.

Sighing, he picked up his equipment and put them back into his bag before he to finish this coffee and left for the day. As he walked out, he wanted to see if he could spot her anywhere on the street, but it was like she vanished. There was no trace of her. Cursing to himself quietly, he made his way to his car to head back to his families homestead.

3 weeks later

It has been three weeks since König had seen her and he finally lost hope in her coming back. Once again, he was sitting at his favorite table trying to come up with some idea to sketch some thing else outside of this memory of this mysterious girl. As he was about to give up, the door opened again and the same girl came back. She was talking to the barista about how she had made a trip to the capital city with some of her friends for school before ordering herself another cup of coffee and walking to the table where she sat last as she once again opened her book and began reading. König wasted in no time sketching out the finishing touches to her.

She got up to use the restroom and left her book open to the page where she was at. Taking in all of his courage, König stood up and with the paper in his hand, carefully placed it in her book where she was reading before hastily making his way back to his table hoping that the shadows hit him well enough for her not to notice. A part of him was praying that she would find him and talk to him and another part of him dreaded the idea of being caught.

When the girl came back she saw the paper and looked over it. A small blush formed over her cheeks as she quickly scanned the room for the person that could have done this. Her eyes landed on König, Who was fidgeting with his pencil sharpener, too nervous to look up. She closed her book and walked over to him.

“Did you do this?” She asked

König looked up and nodded shyly.

“It’s very beautiful.” The girl smiled, “Thank you for making me your muse.”

“O-oh no problem! You are very b-beautiful and I wanted to capture your radiance.” König Wanted to be run over by a truck. He sounded so cliché and stupid.

The girl blushed and gave a light laugh, “Well your not too bad yourself. I’m (y/n) by the way.”

“König.” He applied alittle to quickly and abruptly, but the girl didn’t seem to take notice of this.

“Conich?” She tried to say his name on her tongue.

“König.” He made the syllables a lot more clearer for her to hear.

“Con…Kön…ing…. König?” She asked looking at him if that was how she needed to say it.

The man grinned happily “Yes! Good!” He felt like there was a million butterflies just dancing around in his stomach. It made him happy and wanting to throw up all at the same time. Was this love? He felt at once a long time ago in his youth only to have it be betrayed on him.

“Well König, it was nice meeting you, your really good at this, you made my day…. Well I will see you around.”

“W-wait!” He stood up a little too fast making the table bump against his legs and the chair creek behind him. “Ummm…. I was wondering if you would like to grab some coffee sometime… if not I understand.” He couldn’t look at her directly. And fiddled with his hands as he was trying to come up with a sentence without sounding like an idiot or a creep.

(Y/n) just smiled and nodded “sure I would love too… tomorrow same time?” She asked.

“Ja… that would be good.” He nodded vigorously.

“Ok König I will see you tomorrow.” The girl blushed and walked back over to her table to finish reading her book with the paper in her hand. König practically collapsed back into his chair, he could hear his heart beating in his rib cage harder than it had ever beated before.

He got up after a little bit of calming himself down, to leave. He waved shyly back at (y/n) and she returned the wave smiling back at him making the tall man blush even more, as he made his way to the door. Once he got back into his car, he stared blankly at the roof trying to collect some thought that was flowing through his head that came up empty. Did he really just find a girl and was able to win her over with just a silly piece of art? Surely he couldn’t be that talented in doing that the only time he ever seen that happen was through films. He prayed to whatever was listening to him, that this would be the one for him, the one person who he had been searching for.

[eegasleega-will-change-this-l8r]

Sooo I wasn't planning on doing this post just yet and I don't have a good digital drawing of her yet, but

Ana!!

So my take on her is very different from how I think most people imagine her, I wanted to go in a different direction that made her more than just the girl one/ninten's girlfriend/nicher Paula and she's become one of my favorite characters to play around with ^^

Design details and a giant wall of text detailing her character and story below :3

So like the entirety of my interpretation of Ana stems from one thing

That face

T_T

Very prominent eyebrows (Invasion From the Unknown actually mentions the same thing!!! the illustrations don't show it though and there's not really any other similarities between that version and mine), mouth usually spread in a frown, she's not a happy person Pink dress with a white collar and frill at the bottom, pink hat with a black band (or maybe cream with a red/pink band? i might play around with that idk), red shoes and white stockings She almost always wears her hat when she's out, having to leave it behind in Reindeer was very frustrating but she knew she'd get it back eventually at least (And yeah, she's fat. Her sprite doesn't look fat, I haven't seen other designs that make her fat, I didn't really take inspiration from her model because I hate it and it's not really fat either, I just wanted there to be a fat girl who's not, like, a mean-spirited joke, and since MOTHER's sprites are suuuper vague I decided to take advantage of it and design the characters however I wanted. thank god i'm on tumblr and not posting these to reddit or something, they'd crucify me)

Now her character!

Basically, Ana is grumpy and sour Constantly

You can contrast that with Ninten's 24/7 positivity

In general, I see the world of MOTHER 1 being very bleak and gloomy, with Ninten being the sole exception who helps bring light to the places and people whose souls are being crushed by the weight of everything Ana's sort of the final boss of repressed emotions and pessimism for Ninten to tackle (besides the actual final boss, who completely blows anyone else's emotional repression out of the water - I have a Giygas post in my drafts but I honestly have too much to say about him, I need to trim it down ><) It alllllll plays into the themes I wanna play with in my M1 interpretation :3

So Ana was a young girl living with her mother and father in Snowman's local chapel. Even before the Invasion she was pretty well-known for not being particularly upbeat. She was super reserved, pretty much never smiled, and preferred reading and praying to other people's company. She got some of it from her father, who was a priest and raised her to value proper behaviour and following God or whatever, but she's also just kinda like that. Her mother was much warmer, loving her daughter and never judging her for being less outgoing than the other kids, and Ana was always happiest curled up with her next to the fire, listening to a story.

Oh, and of course she's psychic, powerfully so. Bad news if you tick her off. Her family regards it as a miracle from God. She's a little clairvoyant, but not enough to know exactly what the future holds. Just short little confusing snippets and hints of what to do and expect.

One day, everything suddenly changed. The town was hit by an earthquake, everything was covered in darkness, the animals on the outskirts of town went berserk, and people went missing. The sounds and the shaking jolted Ana awake, and she ran down the hall hoping to be comforted by her mother. Opened the door, standing there with a candle, staring at the empty bed and a shattered window.

Ana buried her feelings and set out to try and find her mother (her father just stayed home and prayed, never leaving the chapel), but the monsters and creatures that had appeared were too strong for her alone, and she could only get as far as Reindeer before she had to turn back. But she heard a little voice in her head that told her to leave her hat behind, and she knew that whoever returned it to her would be the person she had to follow to rescue her mother. She waited impatiently back at her home, praying with her father, obsessively reading the news (similar disappearances all over the country, especially in Easter, interesting), and hoping that the hero, "Ninten," would show up soon.

Eventually, after FAR longer than she was happy with, he showed up and. Is this really the hero? This is just some bucktoothed kid and his geeky friend. She shoved down her frustrations along with everything else (at the very least she appreciated finally having her hat back) and told him that she needed to join him. He's happy to meet her of course because he's Ninten ("New friend!" "We are not friends.") And so the trio gets to set off on their journey!

In the completely wrong direction. Why are we stopping in Halloween.

For some reason, Ninten doesn't seem overly concerned about the fate of the world. He and his stupid friend just keep goofing off and hunting for these useless melodies. This isn't a scavenger hunt. The world is gonna be destroyed. She's furious, but she bottles it up. This is the person who's apparently fated to save Earth, so she has to stay with him, no matter how annoying he is or how much time he wastes.

So Ana spends the whole journey getting progressively more ticked off as they keep getting distracted by the hunt for the melodies. Ninten's shenanigans and his relentlessly positive attitude continue to get on her nerves, and she refuses to engage with them. This is a SERIOUS mission, and she's not gonna stoop to their foolish level, even if she has to stick with them.

So I'll be able to get more into the fight among the group when Teddy joins when I do his post, but short story is that Ana is against Lloyd staying. If they're actually gonna see this mission through to its end, someone strong like Teddy's gonna be far more useful, and they've wasted far too much time to let Lloyd slow them down. Her anger's really starting to boil over at this point. They've been together for ages, and they've barely gotten any closer to saving the world.

This all finally comes to a head on the Mountain (I love the Mountain, everything happens on the Mountain). Ninten's starting to lose his cool as the stress of their journey starts getting heavier and heavier, having to leave Lloyd was incredibly painful, and he's angry with her for not having their backs. She snaps that they aren't friends, they're just allies on the same mission, and they can't afford to waste time goofing off and making pals, and the fight gets more and more heated until everything Ana's been holding in finally bursts free.

She's terrified, and she's been terrified ever since her mother disappeared, and she doesn't know if they can really win or if she'll ever see her mother again, and having to just stay bottled up while they just wandered around seemingly not doing anything has been awful, and infuriating, and she can't stop herself from crying anymore.

Ninten quiets down and lets her have what she needs for a few minutes before he tries to comfort her. He didn't realize she was keeping all this inside, and he feels horrible that she was dealing with this the entire time. Once her tears die down, he rests his hand on her and assures her that they're gonna save her mother, and everyone else, too. He doesn't know how, and he's terrified sometimes too, but he also knows that for whatever reason, they need the melodies if they want to win. He apologizes for just ignoring all her feelings for the entire journey, and tells her that even though she's been so firm about not liking them, he doesn't want her to be alone. She can tell him anything, she doesn't need to keep everything to herself. That's what being friends is about, right?

So this is huge for both of them, and it's when Ana finally starts to warm up. She finally sees that it's good to be open and have friends, and that they'll be stronger for it if they're close. And, as they climb further up the Mountain and continue being friends, she starts to realize some muuuuch more uncomfortable feelings, too. Of course she pushes them down at first, but when they reach the cabin, they're alone together, and who knows if she'll have another chance to open up like this, she comes out and asks Ninten to dance.

I flip-flop a lot on whether Ninten actually feels mutually about her (you can choose yes or no when she asks if you like her back, I don't think Ninten's really ready to figure that stuff out for himself), but goddd I love this scene so much, for such a simple, clunky game, its tender moments hit so hard ;-;

So by the end of the story, Ana's reunited with her mother, she finally has friends that she loves and cares about, she's discovered new things about herself, and she's developed a new sense of hope and brightness for the future. A happy ending :)

So that's my version of Ana, I think she's very different from every other version I've seen of her so it's not like I'll ever see content for her that'll really speak to me unfortunately, but I love her and I love thinking about her dynamic with the other characters ^^

[lawnmowereater]

hello! i was wondering if you could make a fic even a short one on how bakugou (boyfriend) would react to seeing the (old) scars on your wrist for the first time. Just how he'd react for not noticing it before and stuff.

Authors Notes: omg yes i can! your my first person to request something so thank you so much. if you wanted a longer story im sorry. (also this is not my gif)

Trigger Warning: S-lf H-rm

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader, Like One Use of y/n

Bakugou seeing your old SH scars.

yall would probably just be chilling in his dorm

like having a little date night or romantic sleepover

and you just changed into your pajamas and they show a lot more skin than the outfits that you usually wear

you both were probably just scrolling on your phones together or watching tv, then bakugou got bored. he just started looking around in curiousity

then he looked at your revealed skin, and kinda started looking at it. he did end up dating the hottest person in the world, so he might as well admire them

but his heart dropped when he saw tons of old, small sc-rs all along your skin. they seemed healed which was good, but that didnt bother bakugou the most

his voice sounded small and a tad bit scared when he spoke "hey y/n..?"

you looked at him confused. he normally never sounds this scared unless something is really wrong. so you ask what's up

"those sc-rs look pretty bad, and before you say anything. dont lie to me, i know that you couldn't have gotten that many sc-rs that bad from training"

his voice sounded a bit harsh, but you knew that he was just scared and worried.

your eyes widened in fear when he pointed them out. you quickly grab a blanket and cover yourself before trying to lie your way out of the situation. but its too late

bakugou knew what those sc-rs were from, he wasnt an idiot.

when he spoke, his voice now sounded a bit shaky. and his eyes looked glassy, it seemed as if he was holding back tears

"no, dont lie. i know that you got those from s-lf h-rm." bakugou takes a deep breath "but.. why?"

his red eyes shimmered with held back tears as he waited for you to answer him. he was so worried but he didnt want to show you.

eventually, you told him why you s-lf h-rmed (idk why you did). it took a lot of courage to open up to bakugou, and he realizes that.

when you're done, you look up to bakugou for his reaction. although your teary eyes slightly blur up the view

bakugou has a few dried tears on his cheek. and he looks like a lost puppy. his eyes are wide with worry and concern.

he never really had comfort and support for his mental health growing up. this whole concept of opening up to your loved ones is still kinda stange for him

"im sorry, i.. i had no idea" he doesnt really know what to say, but he'll be damned if he doesnt try his best.

"but, just come to me the next time that you feel like doing this. i cant have you going around with bloody sc-rs like its nobodies business."

he looks at you and your teary eyes. he thinks for a moment, but then he opens his arms for you to climb into.

you slowly climb into his arms and onto his lap. his arms go around your torso as your arms goes behind his.

and you guys just kinda stay there for a while, not saying anything. its a comfortable silence, and you both definitely need it.

eventually after god knows how long, bakugou whispers into your ear "why didnt you tell me sooner?"

bakugou was worring this whole time about why you didnt tell him. was he not trust worthy? did he do something wrong?

you sooth his worries by telling him that you were just scared of what he would say, and if we would take it well.

a wave of relief washes over his body when you say that. he thought that he did something wrong.

then, he says "good. this better not be my fault."

he pauses to think for a bit.

"do you need food?"

he couldnt think of many other ways to comfort you, so this will have to so.

happily, the two of you walk into the kitchen for dinner, and prepare to spend a whole lot more time cuddling tonight.

[elk96]

Connection -Part 1

J Robert Oppenheimer (Cillian Murphy's portrayal/ X reader.

Words: 1076

Warnings: idk...head injury? panick attack?

after young Robert attempts to poison his professor, and a disaster cooperation with (a shitty) psychiatrist, he visits y/ N for another take in his case. She is far more compassionate than the previous doctor-perhaps too much.

Dr. y/LN looked at her young patient with wide, curious eyes. He was picking at his fingernails, head tilted low and close to his chest. His jaw, however, was clenched, and his gaze fixed on the library to his left, stubborn.

“You didn’t tell me though, how are you today, Robert”?

“Terrible”, he blurted out.

“And why is that”?

“Aren’t you supposed to tell me that”?

y/LN let out a small chuckle. “Not quite, not quite. See, I’m trying to hear your part of the story, understand you. That’s why I need you to talk to me. I could rely on your former psychiatrist’s diagnosis. Are you aware of it”?

Robert sighed-anger glimmered in his eyes.

“Dementia praecox”, dr. y/LN said. “Requires lifelong hospitalization. So”, she continued in a more joyfull tone. “Why are you so 'terrible'? You’re back at your university, I assume”.

All Robert could do was nod.

“They won’t let me be even in the same wing as him”, Robert whispered, and y/N could see the hatred in his eyes. Hatred of himself, she reckoned, not for Blackett.

“I’m told you read a lot. Poetry and books. You paint, you ride horses, you were interested in geology as a kid-and you excelled at it. In short, everything you’re interested in, you excell at. Talk to me Robert'', she urged him, moving in her seat. "Why do you do that to yourself"?

“Nothing changes”, he whispered.

“What”?

“All I do is study, fail at the lab, search my desk for letters. And wish I were dead. Even the few people I was friendly with won’t even look at me…”.

y/N kept her eyes closed, the crack in his voice lingering on the back of her head.

“When was the first time you tried your skills at laboratory work”?

“In middle school”.

“And what happened? Do you remember”?

“I broke something”, Robert answered without thinking. “Dad had to pay for it”.

“You know, sometimes, our feelings may strongly affect our actions, our behaviour-

Robert’s eyes shot up. “Are you saying that it’s psychological”?

“It’s a combination of things, Robert”, y/N answered, sitting in a more comfortable position. She crossed her legs, her skirt flowing weirdly to the floor and down her thighs. Robert was surprised to say the least, but she continued, oblivious to his feelings.

“If you go to the lab, thinking the glass will shatter the moment you walk in, it’s mathematically certain you will break something”.

“I don’t think there are any equations for that”.

“Aren’t you better at theoretical physics Robert”? she asked cockily. “What I’m trying to say, is, try to focus on the work you’re doing at the moment, not whatever lecture comes next. And try to enjoy it, for God’s sake. Even a little”.

Robert clenched his jaw again, eyes fixed on his watch. Dr. y/LN gestured towards the door.

“Thank you Doctor”, he said in a haste and got up to leave.

y/N sprang up behind him against her better judgment, blocking his way.

Let go a little, go find a girl, have some fun for fuck’s sake, was what she wanted to tell him. Instead, she found his forearm, gave him a little reassuring squeeze.

“If you ever…find yourself in distress, don’t hesitate to let me know. Please. I’m here to help you”, she said, her voice warmer than it should be.

Robert swallowed thickly, blinked a couple of times.

“I know that it’s hard to open up to people-especially doctors that might as well lock you up in a…Whatever. Let me know Robert. I mean it”.

He stormed out of there as fast as he could.

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Blackett cursed as he dropped his books, their hard covers thundering as they hit the floor in the nearly empty corridor. Robert stopped at his feet, feeling his chest empty at once. Blackett bent down to pick them up, and caught a glimpse of him.

“Oppenheimer! What the hell are you doing at this hour”?, he asked full of surprise. His voice was too loud-it shot right through Robert’s brain.

“I-I was-I was just finishing up some equations sir”, he blurted out. His heart was hammering in his chest.

Blacket didn’t dignify him with an answer, he just left.

Robert leaned on the wall heavily. He shouldn’t have done that, he shouldn’t have done that, he shouldn’t have done that….

Damn he couldn’t breathe. Footsteps echoed-someone was approaching. He couldn't breathe. He fainted before he managed to sit down. His head hit the last step of the staircase, but he couldn't feel it.

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Something warm was touching his face. He was aware of a shadow falling upon him, changing the lighting of the room. He tried to open his eyes.

"Come on Robert, that's it. Wake up", a familiar voice urged him.

He gasped loudly, finally taking in his surroundings. Dr. y/ N was with him-her of all people! Last thing he wanted was her seeing him like that. He tried to sit up but his head felt heavy. He tried to breathe but it hadn't gotten any easier. His heartbeat was rapid and the rising of his chest swallow, big eyes gone even wider. He needed to leave.

"Relax Robert, calm down", she said softly, pressing a cloth to his head. He was faintly aware of an ache there, but he couldn't quite concentrate to it. He struggled to sit up.

"Relax, it's okay". y/N layed a heavy arm on his shoulder. "It's okay, try to relax. We're alone".

We're alone, he repeated in his head while closing his eyes. She was his psychiatrist. He was allowed to be vulnerable around her-she would fix him.

He managed to escape the iron grip in his chest, exhaling deeply with gratitude. y/N sat against him on a desk, and Robert realized they were in a classroom.

"What happened "?, y/N asked, visibly sad.

"I…I fainted", Robert answered. Shame burned on his cheeks. "What are you doing here"?

"I met with Dr. Blackett, to discuss some matters".

Robert wished the earth could open up and swallow him whole. He buried his head in chest.

"Careful", y/N warned him as he moved. "You'll need stitches".

"I'm not going to a hospital", he stated immediately.

"How about you come to my place? I have a medical kit there"y/ N suggested as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

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this is once again a silly little oneshot turned into sth more because it's late and I want to post sth. If you read please please leave a comment -even a short one- or reblog it would mean a lot.

[theartfuldodger26]

A, T and Z please 💚

So, my Drafts got mixed up last night when the computer died, so I have to answer this all over again. But no matter, we work better when we think twice.

Thank you for the ask!

A: Ships that you currently like a lot.

I've already answered that before, so I'll be short.

Bellamort, of course, is the reason I'm still alive.

Tomarry is the reason I occcasionally smile.

And Harry/Delphi is the reason I don't sleep at night.

T: Do you hav any hard and fast canons that you will die defending?

I wouldn't die defending a HC, because per its name it's something that is created by us, in our head, and only semi-based, semi-built on actual canon. So I don't mind if people won't agree with my HCs. I'll happily argue about them, what seems more plausible, what might be out of character etc, but I certainly wouldn't make a ruckus about it. It's a free world and fandom exists to makes us happy, not argumentative.

One of my solid HCs on Tom Riddle/Voldemort is that he mostly grew up on the streets, and not the orphanage, because the latter soon proved to be very limiting and people didn't like him there, so he struck up on his own, only returning to the orphanage daily for a hot bowl of thin gruel and sleep. Tom himself admits to Dumbledore he is often out in London by himself, so I think it's not much of a stretch.

As you may have guessed from my username, I'm a Dickens fan, and Oliver Twist in particular. So I see Tom being recruited by and then leading a pickpocketing gang on the streets of London. The HC gets very complex, with Tom working as a cover in a pawn shop with an old fence, and many adventures commence. We don't have the space here, nor do I truly think that anyone cares about this part of his life other than me, so I'll leave it at that. I'll just add that Jack the Ripper, Thomas Shelby of Peaky Blinders fame and various other real and fictional characters make cameos in these stories which will probably never see the light of day. So yeah, that's my hard and fast take, that he actually had a very complicated, if deprived, childhood.

Z: Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go!(Prompts optional but encouraged)

Um, not sure what prompts mean in this context (should asker have sent something, am I supposed to make something up? Idk, sorry, hope I'm not getting this all wrong)

Well, I'd like to talk about a bit about Bellatrix's childhood and early womanhood in the context of being a pureblood. I HC that Purebloods were seen as royalty in the old days in the wizarding world, and they had, as royalty has now, fan clubs, with newspapers and pages dedicated to them, their news, their function, people going gaga over their clothes etc. In this context, I see Bellatrix as a major trend setter in fashion, modelling a bit, doing interviews, even being daring enough to do a tasteful semi-nude photoshoot (Voldemort still has the photos, but shhhh!).

The problem is that being pureblooded, wealthy, beautiful and clever and admired by the common folk all at the same time went to Bella's head when she was young and it took a lot of work internally by herself and with help from Voldemort to come down a couple of pegs. And seeing her as she is in the books, you can only imagine how full of herself she used to be!

Now, for the kicker, I also think this was the reason that, when Voldemort asked her to marry him, she actually turned him down. She was very young, only 17 (age of adulthood in the wizarding world), and too preoccupied with appearances, too blinded by her own shine, to understand the depths of her feeling towards Voldemort, and in turn the amount of courage it took for him to bare his soul and ask her to spend the rest of their lives together. And she broke his heart with her superficial approach to life, afraid of losing the wealth and status that her position afforded her.

She soon realised that she had indeed broken not only Voldemort's heart but also her own, so she has spent the rest of her life making it up to him.

And now I'm crying, because things could have turned so different for them, had she agreed.

Anyway, I'm sure this is just my idea and nobody really agrees with it, but that's okay, I just hope it gave an extra layer to those who might have read a Bellamort fic of mine, or even just a tiny morsel of food for thought for the hierarchy of the wizarding world and the possible layers in Bellamort's dynamics.

Guess that's all, folks! Thanks again, @eternalchaoschocolaterain for the ask, hope it makes for an interesting read perhaps! I sure enjoyed writing some of the more obscure HCs and ideas I have for the HP fandom :) If you made it this far, thank you so much, please feel free to argue in the comments for or against my crazy ideas! Anyway, bye bye!

[myladym0rgue]

Cadaver

Papa Emeritus III x GN!Reader

MINORS DNI!!!

Warnings: mentions of death, descriptions of wounds, this is kind of a horror-esque story so

A/N: I felt inspired to write this after I saw a cosplay. I’m not a master writer so this might not even make any sense idk. I tried to make it gender neutral but if something seems feminine I’m sorry. This is a just random story so fill in any questions with your own headcanon. Basically a caregiver fic.

“Are you sure you’re okay to walk back alone?” Cardinal asked while walking you to the door. “I do every night, it’s not that far anyways.” You point down the hallway in the direction of where you were headed for the night. “If you say so.” He replies, sighing with a small smile on his face. “Goodnight,” you say softly. “Sweet dreams, carissima.” He says, putting his hand gently on the back of your neck and planting a kiss on your forehead. You blush and look down, covering your smile with your hand and starting to walk down the hallway. You look back and see him peeking out the side of his door, watching you fall into the darkness of the next hallway.

You hum to yourself softly as you admire the paintings that line the walls. some of them have been up for so long that they’d probably take the wall with them if you tried to take them down. You stop in front of the newest addition to the line, your late lover Papa Emeritus III. You sigh, taking in every detail like it’s the last time you see it. It’s been months since he was taken away from you, and they just now got around to finishing his portrait.He looks strong-headed and confident, just like he was in life. His white eye glistened in the candlelight of the hallway as if it was real, giving you an unsettled feeling in your stomach. You look down and fidget with the ring on your left hand.

You keep walking slowly down the hallway, dreading getting to the door and having to dwell in your thoughts all over again. A loud thunder clap rings out through the echoey hall and makes you jump. “I didn’t even know it was stormy out.” You say to yourself as you grab the doorknob to your room. You stop yourself momentarily and rest your forehead against the cold wooden door and sigh. Tears threaten to well up in your eyes the more you think about him. Despite it being months since it happened, the gaping wound he left behind has not bothered to try and heal.

Grabbing the ring of keys out of your pocket, you turn the doorknob to see that the door opened with no need to be unlocked. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, but brush it off to being you forgetting to lock your door this morning before leaving for the day. You walk over to the side of your bed where your vanity is and start taking all your accessories off. Placing your crucifix pin on the desk, a bright lightning strike lights up the room, and you look up to the mirror in front of you.

A person faces towards the bookshelves behind you, opposite of the room. All of the air in your lungs leaves you as you are too stunned to move. You try to gather yourself and rest yourself against the vanity desk, trying to gather the air back that you lost. “Cardinal! That’s not funny, and you know that!” You say and turn around, hurt to think that Cardinal would do this kind of thing despite all that you’ve confided in him. You walk over to the candle on the nightstand and strike a match, lighting it and giving a bit of luminescence to the room. “Cardinal, please. I get it. this isn’t funny.” You hold it out and see the seemingly familiar figure just continuing to stand there. You’re not even confident that they’re breathing.

“Cardinal… please.” You speak quietly as they stay completely still. The figure has short raven hair that’s all over the place. Their hands are to their side, the white gloves on their hands messy and stained. Their posture is atrocious, looking like it’s painful to be standing the way they are. “Cardinal, get out. please.” You step a bit closer, feeling irritable at this point. The rain gets louder from the big window next to you, and before you know it, another lightning bolt hits down. It can’t be.

“Terzo?”

The figure turns their head, timed perfectly with the lightning.

You know those eyes anywhere.

Your body instinctively throws itself back and you drop the candle. The light is gone as quick as it was there, and you’re left in the dark with him. “Please don’t hurt me!” You say as you push yourself towards the door where you came from. Footsteps ring out from the loud linoleum floor of your bedroom and they’re right in front of you. You push yourself up out of adrenaline and feel for the doorknob, turning it right before he can approach you. You run so fast you throw yourself against the wall, almost threatening to ruin the vintage decoration against it. Your shoes can hardly get you down the hallway as you book it down the hall towards Cardinal’s room. “Please, someone!” You shout down the halls just waiting for someone to pop their heads out of one of the doors. You’re too scared to look behind you and see him chasing after you, so you keep pushing until you make it to Cardinal’s room. Moving the carpet beneath your feet as you stop yourself, you grab the handle to Cardinal’s room and push but to no avail. “Cardinal! Please let me in!” You slam your fists on the door so loud that it rings out down all of the halls. Looking over to your right, you see Terzo making his way down the hall to you, it looks like he’s just floating with how effortless it looks.

“Cardinal! PLEASE!” You shout louder as Terzo reaches a hand out to grab you. The door is opened in front of you and you basically fall in against Cardinal and close the door quickly behind you. “What the hell is going on?” Cardinal asks, holding you with one arm and pushing your hair out of your face with another. “Terzo!! I- he- he’s-“ Cardinal holds you closer to him in an attempt to get you to calm down. “He’s what?” He says, going to grab the door handle. “No!” You smack his hand away from it and push yourself in front of the door. “He’s out there!” You grab his arm in desperation that he’ll believe you. He smiles and wraps his arms around your waist. “Mi bella, I think you just had a bad dream. Let’s get you back to bed, okay?” His feeble attempts to reassure you fail as he turns the handle and opens the door while you shake your head violently.

He opens the door and you step behind him, accepting your fate. “Come o-“ Cardinal stops himself, looking up to see Terzo’s tall frame standing over him. “What the fuck?” He says, stepping back as Terzo follows him in slowly. “I told you!” You shriek, gripping onto his arm for dear life. Terzo’s eyes are glossed over and basically lifeless, his shoulders low and weak compared to his normal confident stature.

You see it.

His head has been sewn back onto his neck, the stitches looking fresh, the same day. “Who sewed his head back on???” Cardinal shouts to you as Terzo backs you both into the foot of Cardinal’s bed frame. “I don’t know!” You fall back slightly and then climb on the bed behind him. Cardinal keeps his stance at the foot of the bed as he comes chest to chest with Terzo. “What do you want?” He shouts into his face, but Terzo doesn’t even give him the time of day. His eyes are glued on you and don’t look like he plans on looking anywhere else anytime soon. “Listen, do what you want but don’t touch her!” He says, putting his arm in front of you for protection. Terzo’s eyes dart down to Cardinal in a very unnatural way, like an animatronic robot’s eyes would. He reaches his hands up slowly like his arms are 15 pound dumbbells and grabs Cardinal by the shoulders, throwing him harshly onto the floor.

Terzo’s porcelain-looking eyes dart up to you and you crawl backwards on the bed as he approaches you. “Please.. no..” You cover your face with your shaky hands, and he pulls one down. You look up at him and shake your head, silently begging for some mercy. He takes a strong hold of your arm, his grip definitely leaving bruises for you to discover soon. “Stop! Let go!” You say and try to rip his hand off, but to no avail. He drags you off the bed and you almost face plant onto the floor with how quick the whole motion is, but you land a foot just in time. “Cardinal!” You shout behind you as you’re dragged to the door, and you look to see Cardinal slowly recovering from his harsh push to the floor, his hand on his hip where he is seemingly feeling the most pain.

“Let go, please!” You say as he drags you down the hallway. “Please say something, please!” You shake his arm in an attempt to make him look at you. His eyes move in a very unnatural and unsettling way, like a robot calibrating its movements. He stops in front of your door, and lets go of your arm. “The door is locked, you need a key to get in.” You cross your arms, convinced you’ve outsmarted him. He looks at you and keeps eye contact as he reaches into his side pocket, pulling out a matching silver key to yours. “Where did you get that?” You panic, now knowing how he got into your room in the first place. You’re not totally sure how he got in anyways, considering his movements seem to have become more adjusted in comparison to when you first found him. His face stays the same deadpan look as he turns to the door and unlocks it, pushing you to walk inside.

Your heart starts beating out of your chest as he closes the door behind himself. “What’s going on?” You ask as he approaches the bookshelf he was standing in front of. He browses the books, looking for a specific title.

“(Y/N)? Where are you?”

Terzo turns to you in a split second and you stay where you are.

“(Y/N)?”

You both stay where you are as you hear a soft knock at the door, followed by Cardinal jiggling the handle trying to open the door. Terzo has a look in his eyes for the first time tonight, telling you non-verbally to stay right where you are. You look over to the door momentarily to see Cardinal’s feet move away from the door, continuing down the hallway. Terzo turns back to the bookshelf, pulling out a specific book.

You’d always find Terzo in here reading one of the many books on this shelf, you were sure he was almost through all of them. You never took him to be a serious reader when you were getting to know him, but he was always planted in his chair on the balcony of your shared bedroom, sometimes he was so enveloped into what he was reading, he wouldn’t even notice you were standing in front of him.

“Please, just let me go back to my room, please!” You pleaded with him, but he doesn’t even bother to look up at you. “Terzo… What’s going on? Why are you here?” Your voice cracks at the questions, this entire situation threatening to break your heart all over again. The disbelief you feel in your bones will not let you process how near-impossible this should be. He finally looks up at you like an afterthought, his movements stiff and unnatural, much like a bird you’d see outside in the ministry garden. His finger is planted on a specific spot in the book, slowly moving his other hand to show you.

Help.

You look up at him, his eyes still completely glossed over. But you couldn’t deny, something was there nonetheless. “Help? Help with what?” You ask, and he drops the book. His lips part slightly, and his throat starts moving a bit. Quiet noises come from him, an attempt at speaking. “Don’t hurt yourself, please.” You say softly, approaching him and putting your hand on his shoulder. His opposite arm rises as he puts his hand over yours, taking it off his shoulder to see. It breaks your heart to see his usual pristine gloves all dirty. Based on his current state, they didn’t treat his body very well. The paint on his face was smeared beyond recognition, his beloved suit uniform ragged and ripped in some spots, a good amount of the buttons missing on the jacket. You break eye contact and look down, seeing he’s missing one of his socks under his black shoes. “Oh, poor thing.” You whisper to yourself. They must’ve lost it and just shoved the shoe back on without any regard.

“Maybe we should.. Clean you up?” You ask, feeling pity for him more than anything. He stands there, not giving any kind of reaction. “Come on.” You grab his elbow gently and walk him to the bathroom connected to your room. He follows, not using any of the unbelievable strength he seemed to have earlier. You turn the big shower on and turn to him, meeting his eyes that have not stopped looking at yours. “I’m gonna undress you, okay?” You ask, reaching up. His arm reaches up and his hand grips your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. “Okay, okay. Can you do it, then?” You step back, and he reaches up to start. You turn away, giving him some privacy. He slowly taps your shoulder after some time, and you turn back. He is completely bare, aside from the dirty gloves still being on. “Let’s get these off, huh?” You say, grabbing the end of the pointer finger of the glove and pulling it off, doing the same with the other. You grab his hand and walk him slowly into the shower. “So..” You trail off, the situation starting to hit you. “You usually use this to get the paint off your face.” You hold up the bottle to him. It was too painful to move when you lost him, so you never did. “This is your shampoo… And your body wash…”

You feel like you’re about to be sick, but you suppress it with all you have. “Do you need help?” You ask as you hold out a bottle to him. He looks at it, and then at you. “I can help you take off the paint, if you want?” You suggest, pushing the lid open with a soft pop. He gives you what you assume is a nod, and you walk him into the shower slowly. His movements are still rigid, but it seems like he’s gaining more mobility by the second. You sit him down on the bench and grab one of the wash cloths from the side that were just restocked this morning, the usual stains from Terzo’s everyday black paint absent. You pour some soap onto the cloth, rubbing it together to form suds before holding it close to his face. “Ready?” You ask, and he nods before closing his eyes. This is the first he’s blinked, let alone closed his eyes. You wipe the smudged and obviously old makeup from his face, and his eyes slowly open. They lock onto you with no sign of stopping, examining your every move.

Your eyes wander down to his neck, and you see that the extensive wound from where they sewed him back together has started bleeding, obviously being strained at some point tonight. “Oh, goodness. Let me help with that.” You say, putting the cloth down and turning to leave the shower, but he quickly grabs your arm and keeps you in place. “What?” You ask, turning back to him. He looks up at you, a new-found look of sadness in his porcelain eyes. His hand gently lets go, and his arms move to be around your waist, pulling you towards him. “Oh-” you involuntarily say, in shock at how fast this sequence of events happened. He is holding you so tight, his face resting against your stomach. His gray paint that was still left on his is on your uniform, but you don’t mind. You hold his head, running your fingers through his hair. Tears well up in your eyes, and the back of your throat stings. He holds on for dear life, but you gently push him off, resting him against the shower wall. “I uh.. I’m gonna leave you to finish up. Are you okay with that?” You ask. He sighs, but nods. “I promise I’ll be here when you’re done, okay?”

He looks down, and you open the shower door and step out. You close the bathroom door behind you and your legs shake under you, threatening to make you fall to the ground. Your vision blurs as tears stream down your face, and you run to the door of your bedroom, running into the hallway.

You frantically look side to side to see if anyone is in the hallway. Cardinal rushes into the hallway, his familiar red cassock making it obvious it’s him. “Cardinal!” You shout, and it echoes through the halls. He sees you, running to where you’re standing. “Where have you been?” He asks, his voice rolling through the hall like the thunder from earlier tonight. You run to him and feel yourself collapse against him, his arms opening instinctively to catch you.

“It’s him. It’s Terzo. He’s back.”

[aina-otsuki]

Nico Di Angelo Headcanons!

Some of these are probably really weird. But just like go with the flow if it doesn’t make sense.

Headcanon #1 - Nico can draw really well. Just one look at it can make anyone feel as if they're actually there. He uses it as a coping mechanism since Tartarus. Will saw one of them once and was absolutely terrified. He wondered what it must have felt like actually being there like Nico had alone.

Headcanon #2 - Has nice and fancy handwriting. I mean Nico literally had an Ambassador for a grandfather. Nico is also really polite and cannot call any adult by their first name out of habit. But this is only because he respects them and if he feels really REALLY comfortable around them then he’ll call them by their first name. 

Headcanon #3 - When Nico was remodeling the Hades Cabin he probably asked for one of the Hecate campers to cast a spell on the cabin so it’s bigger on the inside. So there are a lot of rooms in the Hades Cabin. One of the rooms is a giant library with tons of books that Annabeth asks to read some of them. Nico also has some of Sally’s books in the library. Her books are some of his personal favorites.

Headcanon #4 - The Hades cabin (a.k.a. Nico) always has something special planned for Halloween. Nico plans out all the festivities he thinks would be cool or something he did as a kid. Camp Jupiter comes over for that week too. Whenever it’s Hallow's eve every camper comes out to the campfire. Nico then comes in with some spooky entrance and starts giving warnings to add effect to the story. Also for campers who might not be able to handle it. Mr. D and Chiron are always there to  supervise and Mr. D loves seeing some of the campers get scared. Like Nico uses his powers whenever he’s storytelling and chooses an unsuspecting camper for a certain scare. No one in both camps can deny that Nico is the best story teller for the occasion. Even the toughest Mars/Ares kids are scared.

Headcanon #5 - Nico probably has one of Bianca’s scarves from when they were kids and it was too big for them. Now it’s the perfect fit, the scarf is also jade green since Bianca loved the color. He mainly wears it when he’s in need of some comfort. Or when it’s really cold in the winter.

Headcanon #6 - Nico has a typewriter in his cabin. He also may write little short stories based on how he’s feeling. Since Italy is like the country of music. He also has a room that has a closet of cases filled with an instrument. He uses music to calm himself down like his mom used to do when he was a kid. Nico may have a diary but it looks like a normal book so, no one suspects a thing. He might have a pride flag (Will or Jason probably gave him) in his room.

Headcanon #7 - The Hades cabin has a huge Ball Room. Nico likes to go there when he feels like dancing. Hazel had come into the Hades cabin and was surprised by the amount of remodeling he did. Their cabin is a literal small castle because of the amount of rooms. He may have modeled Hazel’s side of the cabin or room now and when he showed her she started to tear up because it reminded her of the good things she had at home in New Orleans. 

Headcanon #8 - Nico has a record player or some speakers in his room. I don’t think anything else has to be said…

Headcanon #9- Nico thought it would be cool to have a recording studio so he makes covers of songs both old and modern. Of course he sometimes translates it to Italian at times and Hazel recorded him once on YouTube (or something else Idk point is she puts it on the internet) and it got tons of views so now he’s just a famous cover artist. One time he decided to write a song for Will and sang it for him on his birthday. Nico’s voice also has some vocals (If you know what I mean) when he sings. Like he can change his voice to sound like a girl or very deep and sound older. He can hit high notes and very low notes. Also because Nico’s slowly getting his memories I think he would remember lullabies his mom sang to him and sing them to new young campers who are like 7 or 10 years old when they have a nightmare or demigod dream. 

Headcanon #10 - He’s probably going to be the one filling in for Percy as the role model. So, newcomers are going to be scared of him at first but after a while they're confident enough to talk to him and they realize Nico’s actually a really fun or great person to be around. So now young campers are just going up to him telling him about their day. Or telling him about how they improved because of the advice he gave them. The campers might even be coming up to him just to compliment him on something he did a few days ago or in the past. Then Will’s just like “When did this happen?”. At first when campers started doing this Nico was freaking out but he got used to it after a few weeks or months. 

Headcanon #11 - Nico can cook and bake tons of stuff. So when he tried cooking for Hazel she just started smiling so much because of how much she loved it. Nico probably made a birthday cake for her at some point and everyone there to celebrate just ran up to him and started asking for his recipe. He probably remembers his mom’s cooking and just starts doing what he remembers her doing. (You know, like memorizing her actions and trying to do the same. Or um muscle memory. That’s how some people learned to cook. Looking at someone else cooking and then getting the ingredients and cooking.)

Headcanon #12 - When Nico is old enough to drink, he buys some wine. Once he tries it he realizes that it’s absolutely sh*t. So he just tells Will who’s with him that it sucks and starts ranting about what could have been done to make it better. 

Headcanon #13 - Nico has fairy lights in his room and he never turns on the normal lights because it ruins the effect the lights give his room. He refuses no matter how many times someone asks him too. He also has a hidden secret entrance into his room and he puts an underground system into every cabin. He put one in Hazel’s too just in case of emergencies. The underground system leads all over camp and outside into New York City. No one but He and Hazel know about this. He probably told Will about it and Will maybe asked him to put one in his cabin too. Then Hazel probably put the underground system in the Pluto cabin too.

Headcanon #14 - There’s a club for all the queer campers at Camp and I think Nico would be in the club. There isn’t much room in the cabins for all the members so, when Nico joins he offers to host it and everyone in the club is just in awe of how big and amazing the Hades Cabin is on the inside. He also lets any camper part of the club into the Hades cabin just in case they want some space or are outed during the school year. Nico probably tells the club about Cupid (Euros or whatever the mfs name is spelled) outing him and tells any of the younger campers in the club he understands how it feels. 

Headcanon #15 - I think he’s autistic. I also think he probably inherited this trait from Maria. This could be used in so many fanfics. I’ll write one if I have to…

Headcanon #16 - Nico learned how to sew because Hazel had ripped one of her favorite hoodies. So he put a little design when he sewed the hoodie back together. One day Hazel put it one when she was meeting Percabeth, Caleo, Jason and Piper (I forgot how to spell Jason and Piper’s ship name 🥲) with Frank. They all asked who did the design and when she said Nico did it. All of them were shocked they stood still for like a few seconds. Word spread around quickly about Nico’s sewing skills in Camp. Now whenever someone has ripped clothing they just go to Nico Di Angelo.

[bluberimufim]

Writer Q&A Tag Game

Hello. I got tagged for this by @squarebracket-trick on this post and I thought it sounded super fun. So, here we are!

1. What motivates you to write?

I started out as an artist, but I began writing once I realized that visual art as a medium wasn't enough to tell the stories I wanted to tell - it had no way of codifying lore, defining character traits, or even just easily telling a long story. I think it's still largely that, in a way. I come up with all these stories and I "get them out" through writing because I sure as hell can't keep them inside my brain for eternity.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

This one is pretty recent, from a few chapters ago in DoS, but I'm really proud of it. I just feel like it emphasizes how much Seth's experience with souls connects with the body, which is the Goddess of Time's domain. A lot of metaphors in this story centre around bodies and physicality because of this. Here's the snippet:

And yet, there was Theo, with her soul so unwound there was no fixing it anymore. The most she could do was keep healing and healing, covering the cracks of the bowl with her own hands in the hope that they'd go back to normal. Keep filling the ocean so that, no matter how many holes lined its bed, it would never be empty. [...] She held her so tight she thought her hands would fuse to her skin. As if she could cover the cracks of her soul with her own body.

Idk, I just vibe with it.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

(what happened to 3 and 4? where did they go?)

I'd say back-and-forth banter, probably because of my time in theatre, but also horror description. It creeps up on me. I keep writing horror on accident. And I always really like it. Just something about describing something weird and spooky.

6. What do you enjoy most about the Writeblr community?

Mostly the fact that there's all these other writers who have cool stuff and also wanna see my cool stuff. I already loved writing on my own, but knowing that there are people Out There who also care about my stories just feels amazing.

And also, the casual friendship between people. You interact with someone's blog, they interact with yours, and you suddenly feel like you're friends, kinda. I can only compare it to making quick friends with someone on the playground as a kid. I like it <3

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech-to-text, a writing program etc)

I am a very ✨analogue✨ person, so my best writing advice in this scenario is always: put that shit on paper.

Feel unsure about a scene? Put that shit on paper. It's like a 0.5th (hehe "halfth") draft that you will copy onto your document and you will always improve it with that second look.

Worried about perfectionism? Put that shit on paper. Even pencil, at least to me, feels hard to erase. It's mostly about living with the stuff you've written and not looking back - erasing is such a pain in the ass that you might as well just keep going forward.

Wanna write secretly during class/lectures/whatever where you're not allowed to have a device? Wadda ya know, the answer is also paper.

Wanna edit? Printing stuff out helps you get some distance from your own writing and it also makes you see it more as a book than as just something you've made.

It also generally makes you feel less bad about changing stuff later in the document, because you have a solid, physical record of what you've written before.

Put that shit on paper. It works well.

(sorry for the rant sbdhagjk)

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I once made a post about the art movements in the world of the dystopia WIP (yes, seriously) but I can't find it anymore. I'm not gonna explain it again, it was stupidly long the first time around.

I guess, outside the dystopia WIP, I'm pretty proud of the whole Three Sister Goddesses thing from DoS. I have drawn designs, but I'll make another post sometime. I'm also proud of the relationship between the Goddesses tho.

They're at war with each other, but they're just doing it for entertainment. They kiiiinda hate each other but not as much as their desire to have fun. Like, they will send their daughters to decimate each other's armies, but they'll also hang out together in the Plane of the Gods. The war is kind of like a decades-long game of Monopoly they're having at the family function. And I just think it's cool. Goes into that whole thing about mortals being like ants to uncaring gods that I like.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Kinda cliché, but I'd say this: it happens to everyone, dude (gender neutral). Everyone has periods of time when they feel bad and can't write. Or where they feel like their writing is terrible. Doesn't make you less of a writer.

Even if you're not as productive as other people: who cares, honestly? As long as you're having a good time and doing something you love, it doesn't matter how much time you need or don't need to finish something. Even if you never finish anything. And if you feel like you're not as good as other people: who cares either, you know? Everybody starts somewhere. And everybody has different strengths. You'll get better. You always do.

At the end of the day, we're all just doing this because we love it. Don't force yourself. The time will pass anyway.

Ooooookay that last one was a bit more serious than the rest. Anyway, I wanna tag, no pressure, @fleurtygurl @stesierra @cheeto-flavoured-pasta and @sarandipitywrites