#poetry flash fic game

[maybebabyplease]

wolfstar #2 pls <3

HIIIIII JUNE! love you xoxoxo here's a sad take on this prompt! a little post-halloween wolfstar for you below the cut

2. The dark collects our empties, empties our ashtrays. ([The dark collects…], Ben Lerner)

(poetry flash fic game)

Remus can’t get the smell of cigarettes out of the couch. He can’t get the smell of cigarettes out of the couch, and there’s a half-empty pack on the coffee table, and a half-full ashtray beside it. It smells sicksweetstale in here and he’s nauseated by all of it and the cleaning charms do nothing, nothing, nothing for his stupid, sensitive werewolf nose.

How long can a person go without eating? How long can a werewolf go without eating? He’s always skipped his meals, too distracted or too tired or too busy, but he’s pushing it now. He tells himself he’ll eat when Sirius comes home. Sirius has to have a trial. Everyone has a right to a trial. And Sirius is innocent. He knows it like he knows where the moon will sit in the sky tonight: waning crescent, and Sirius would never betray James. So he waits. Sirius will be home soon, and the full moon will rise again, and the dog and the wolf will eat rabbits under its heavy glow.

It gets dark so early in November. The sun sets and turns their flat dark. Remus could turn the lights on, but in the dark he can’t see the cigarettes or the ashtray. He doesn’t breathe through his nose, but when he falls asleep on the floor next to the couch, it still smells like Sirius.

[worldsfromhoney]

Greetings, plebeians

This is your resident unknown and attention-depraved author/writer, BEE/bee/beE/🐝

Here’s some stuff about moi:

I like… tea. YES I LIKE TEA 🍵🍵🍵 it’s quite honestly the greatest invention of all time

I also like reading. That’s kinda like a hobby that all writers are mandated to say. Which is reasonable.

I’m a fan of miniatures and piano. Yeah, I did try them out. Yeah, I did fail spectacularly, thank you! ☺️

I also like painting but the therapy one and not just a blank canvas that sucks the soul out of artists lol

What do I write?

I write… stuff. BEAUTIFUL, HEARTBREAKING STUFF, mind you. But it’s still stuff, so lemme elaborate.

Speculative fiction - if you idk this, it’s really just a mix of fantasy and sci-fi; the ‘what if’ genre

Urban fantasy - don’t get me wrong, I love high fantasy, but urban is waaay easier to worldbuild

Steampunk & other punks - PUUUUNK 🤘🤘🤘

Horror and thriller - mostly psychological and body horror, don’t worry! I don’t do jump scares or anything ☺️

Slice of life - mwah my heart and soul mwah

Others - yes, I am capable of doing other genres 😤 I’m a multi-faceted bee, you know?

DISCLAIMER: what I write might only reflect upon my psyche and state of mind but that is not a guarantee

My WiPs

I am proud to say that… I DO NOT HAVE ANY!!

*gasp* what ever do you mean bee? Are you quitting writing? *sobs*

No, my darlings.

i just have no big projects to boast about right now. I feel like big projects aint my thing at the moment and pushing myself only led me to disappear from the internet for a month 😞

What i do have are short works i randomly choose to write and post here on tumblr !!

✨ FICLET MASTERLIST IS HERE ✨

🐝 POETRY MASTERLIST IS HERE TOO 🐝

If you’re interested, please comment on this post or reblog or DM me if you want to be put in the taglist!!

Does that mean you accept… requests?

…………yes. Yes i do. Go and flood my askbox you plebs !

Am I anywhere else?

Please. It’s 2023. Of course I’m… everywhere *cue evil laugh*

Bluesky - if you haven’t heard it yet, tis the new Twitter… cuz it’s literally made by the old creators of that glorious blue bird *cue a moment of silence*

Tiktok or Twitter - do not look for me here

Tumblr - EYYYYYYYYYYY i post ALL my stuff here !! They’re really just bait to hook some writer friends 🥹

Ko-Fi - ehem ehem i know first drafts are considered shite but BUT i have decided to make them available for perusal yes you can burn your eyes to anyone who buys me a cup of tea ~

Patreon - i finally have one!! I’m still setting it up tho and prepping all the content 💛💛💛

I’ll be doing a patreon soon enough actually so look out for that

How I organise myself

Well i wish this is applicable to actual life because i’d very much like to know how 🫡

Jk, here be the tags:

#bee writes some stuff - my micros, my flash fics, my text posts

#bee plays some games - tag games !! which i have never played before till now !!

#bee does some prompts - this will definitely see the light of day… someday

#bee stalking some writers - what it says on the tin

#bee answers some asks - omg i only added this because someone actually sent me one *faints*

#bee saves some stuff - there are way too many resource posts that i’ve scrolled past cuz idk how to tag

[iworshipsappho]

hullooo welcome to the dumpster fire that is my blog!!!!! 💥💥💥

other mes poetry and aesthetic rbs -> @booksandtoadstools mutuals only blog :3 -> @bigtittyagcd (go follow that bc rn thats the closest ill get to being in a gc with yall :'3 )

the art in the header is made by my amazing and equally pathetic bestest fucking friend @elblorbo , get mentioned idiot <3

OK SO HI *CLAPS* this is me!!!! *insert little flourish with jazz hands* fan fics -> #my writings. fanart -> #my art. ask tags -> #asks. ; #ask game original posts -> #methinks mesays. i'm realllyyy into and totally normal about red white and royal blue (agcd my beloved <3) dsmp (c!tommy, c!crime, c!clingy and the likes) young royals (i might seem normal about this at times but i never am) dungeon meshi (farcille my blood yuri freaks ehehhe) cricket (i play it and watch it)

my part time obsessions 911 ls 911 heartstopper jrwi (i've watched bits of apothy and the suckening, but know a bit of riptide thru osmois :3) pjo

my babies <3 ceres -> #ceres stuff. yazhini -> yazh au.

pleasepleeasplesplase feel free whenever to ask about them bc i assure you i really fucking want to all the damn time. yes.

other fun facts bc im fucking amazing and yall need to know i love oranges and lemons garlic!!!!! obsessed with vampires from the young age of 4👍 greek fucking mythology babeyy occasional astronomy shit crows!!! i write a lot (my wips are ever growing) and draw on occasion im south indian yes, if you're new to my blog (hiii send me an ask if u're tamil!!!) im really into english literature and linguistics btw i spam rb posts like its no one's business >:3

more blinkies and screenshots under the cut :33 (tw : flash warning)

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[kazoosandfannypacks]

For the director's cut ask game - ⭐ for your favorite fic you've written!

As the Sun Rose and Seasons Changed: Director's Commentary

I already got to talk about my favorite fic, This is (Kinda) the Way, so I thought I'd share instead another fic I'm proud of. This one is an important missing moment from my favorite 1907 novel, The Shuttle, one that I keep saying "oh, surely someone already wrote a fanfic about this!" about, but once I realized no one had, I knew the torch must be passed to me.

This commentary contains spoilers for Frances Hodgson Burnett's The Shuttle. If you've not read The Shuttle, don't read this commentary! Instead, read this list of reasons you should read The Shuttle, or just cut out the middleman of my campaigning and go read it for free right now on libby, project gutenburg, or as a pdf!

Starting right off, why did I name it what I did? Well, the title of the fic is taken from this quote from Lord Mount Dunstan in ch. 35: The Tidal Wave, which, if you remember, is the scene in which Dunstan finally confesses his feelings about Betty to Penzance.

“The Book of Revelations has shown to me how—how MAGNIFICENT life might be!” Mount Dunstan clenched and unclenched his hands, his eyes flashing. “Magnificent—that is the word. To go to her on equal ground to take her hands and speak one's passion as one would—as her eyes answered. Oh, one would know! To bring her home to this place—having made it as it once was—to live with her here—to be WITH her as the sun rose and set and the seasons changed—with the joy of life filling each of them. SHE is the joy of Life—the very heart of it. You see where I am—you see!”

The first chapter title "As Any Lunatic Has Ever Been," is also taken from the same chapter of the book.

Mount Dunstan threw back his head with a big, harsh laugh. He came out of the shadow and stood still. “Well,” he said, “I am in love—as much in love as any lunatic ever was—with the daughter of Reuben S. Vanderpoel. There you are—and there I am!”

This line has always struck me as a beautiful one, especially held in contrast to this line from his narrative foil, the dearly despised Nigel Anstruthers.

“Are you QUITE mad?” she said. “Not quite,” he answered; “only three parts—but I am beyond my own control.

There's something to be said about Nigel only allowing his lust towards Betty to drive him "three parts" of the way mad, but Dunstan finally admitting that his love and devotion for Betty has finally driven him all the way to the point of what may as well be insanity.

Anyway, we're here to talk about my fic, not about parallels in The Shuttle.

(Though, if you'd LIKE to talk about parallels in The Shuttle, or even just about The Shuttle in general, my dms and inbox are always open ;))

I love writing fics based on this book because I tend to match the voice of the media I'm writing from (dwampyist humor in Milo Murphy's Law fics; first person in Percy Jackson fics, ect.) and The Shuttle fics give me a chance to write before an audience with great pomp and splendor, using many archaic and descriptive words, copying Burnett's style, filling in with seventy-five words what a modern author might write in only seven. It's almost a form of poetry tucked away inside a form of prose, that here I can write a story in a way that makes the magic of every slightest moment come alive.

One of the recurring themes throughout the novel is that of pride, which could be said to define both Bettina and Nigel, but especially Dunstan. This is highlighted by Penzance, again in chapter 35:

“You think your reasons for holding aloof from her are the reasons of a man.” Mr. Penzance's voice sounded to him remote. “They are the reasons of a man's pride—but that is not the strongest thing in the world. It only imagines it is. You think that you cannot go to her as a luckier man could. You think nothing shall force you to speak. Ask yourself why. It is because you believe that to show your heart would be to place yourself in the humiliating position of a man who might seem to her and to the world to be a base fellow.” “An impudent, pushing, base fellow,” thrust in Mount Dunstan fiercely. “One of a vulgar lot. A thing fancying even its beggary worth buying. What has a man—whose very name is hung with tattered ugliness—to offer?” Penzance's hand was still on his shoulder and his look at him was long. “His very pride,” he said at last, “his very obstinacy and haughty, stubborn determination. Those broken because the other feeling is the stronger and overcomes him utterly.” A flush leaped to Mount Dunstan's forehead. He set both elbows on the mantel and let his forehead fall on his clenched fists. And the savage Briton rose in him. “No!” he said passionately. “By God, no!” “You say that,” said the older man, “because you have not yet reached the end of your tether. Unhappy as you are, you are not unhappy enough. Of the two, you love yourself the more—your pride and your stubbornness.” “Yes,” between his teeth. “I suppose I retain yet a sort of respect—and affection—for my pride. May God leave it to me!”

And this idea of both Betty and Dunstan sacrificing the pride that's held them both apart for too long reaches its climax at the end of chapter 44:

“Listen,” he broke out suddenly. “Penzance told me—warned me—that some time a moment would come which would be stronger than all else in a man—than all else in the world. It has come now. Let me take you home.” “Than what else?” she said slowly, and became even paler than before. He strove to release himself from the possession of the moment, and in his struggle answered with a sort of savagery. “Than scruple—than power—even than a man's determination and decent pride.” “Are you proud?” she half whispered quite brokenly. “I am not—since I waited for the ringing of the church bell—since I heard it toll. After that the world was empty—and it was as empty of decent pride as of everything else. There was nothing left. I was the humblest broken thing on earth.” “You!” he gasped. “Do you know I think I shall go mad directly perhaps it is happening now. YOU were humble and broken—your world was empty! Because——?” “Look at me, Lord Mount Dunstan,” and the sweetest voice in the world was a tender, wild little cry to him. “Oh LOOK at me!”

This all sets up as a backdrop to Dunstan's line to Reuben in my fic:

"All I own is a crumbling ruin, overgrown lawns, a title of a blackguard– unjustly endowed, but the fact still remains. Of graces, I have none, and of learning, nothing of note, and I've not a shilling to my name. I once believed I could even offer my pride, but with how I've allowed it to be stripped away, I'm afraid I've not even that left to offer."

{and for extra credit, with humillity and the sacrifice of pride being prevalent in this book, I feel it a good time to bring up that another recurring theme in this story is bluebells, and that of bluebells underwater. It should be noted that this book was written in and around the Victorian era, and in the Victorian flower language, bluebells represent, you guessed it, humility.}

I also included shortly thereafter the line "with the boldness and determination of a knight set out to war, determined to conquer and return to his beloved." This is in reference to the passages in ch. 15 and ch. 18, in which Betty notes that Dunstan "would have looked well in a coat of mail," and Penzance notes the way Dunstan carries himself: "his right hand was clenched on his hip, as a man's might be as he clenched the hilt of his sword."

Now onto chapter two of the fic!

This title, "Two strong forces drawing together," also comes from one of Penzance's lines in, no surprise, chapter 35 of The Shuttle.

“I have spent my quiet life in thinking of the forces for which we find no explanation—of the causes of which we only see the effects. Long ago in looking at you in one of my pondering moments I said to myself that YOU were of the Primeval Force which cannot lose its way—which sweeps a clear pathway for itself as it moves—and which cannot be held back. I said to you just now that because you are a strong man you cannot be sure that a woman you are—even in spite of yourself—making mad love to, is unconscious that you are doing it. You do not know what your strength lies in. I do not, the woman does not, but we must all feel it, whether we comprehend it or no. You said of this fine creature, some time since, that she was Life, and you have just said again something of the same kind. It is quite true. She is Life, and the joy of it. You are two strong forces, and you are drawing together.”

To this day, one of the most romantic lines I've ever written probably comes in this proposal right here:

"You've no reason to be afraid, James."  "You've no idea what I fear to lose, Miss Vanderpoel. I know of your love for Dunstanwolde, and your disdain for its condition– and of my love for it as well. If all I were offering was my land and my title, to watch from the sides as you touch all around me with your life, I'd give even that. But what I ask is something deeper. I do not ask you to love a sullied name or a crumbled ruin. I ask you to love the man who holds nothing besides them. I'm asking you to love me."

This one also ranks pretty high on the list, though:

 He wasn't the first man who'd proposed to her– but somehow she'd hoped all along that he would be the last.

(This, of course, has cannonical basis as well, as it's mentioned that both Lord Westholt and Sir Thomas proposed to her, and she turned them both down.)

And, anyways, there's my director's commentary! Thanks for reading!

[pebblysand]

Hi pebblysand, I hope your week is going well!

From the Ask Game: #11, and #14 please.

helloo! thank you! i hope you're doing well too!

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

idk if these are favourites, but these are three fics i recently read for the first time and really enjoyed:

the triumph of magic by miniequill (odainath) (harry/hermione ; <5k ; AU) After Ron abandons them, Harry and Hermione take on the challenge of finding and destroying the Horcruxes. HHr.

i often feel like i have this strange parasocial relationship with odainath (although we've never talked) because they have been in literally every fandom i have been in at some point or other (including the most niche ones) and they are an incredible writer. i was super stoked to find out they had HP fics as well, and of course you know that i'm a sucker for a good harry/hermione story. i found this one very intriguing - the writing is gorgeous as always, and i was very much vibing this.

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perpendicular by akissinacrisis (it's tagged hinny but i'd say gen ; <5k ; AU) Tom props himself up on his elbow. ‘So, let me get this straight: you’re falling in love with a posh redhead from boarding school who doesn’t own a telephone.’ AU: Harry Potter, member of Stonewall High’s sixth form, meets a pretty redhead at a party. Harry/Ginny, rated Teen+, oneshot.

this is a very interesting squib!harry take unlike anything i've ever seen before. the writing in this was absolutely stellar - i laughed at times, but was also taken by the overall gorgeous heartbreak of this. it's funny, although i totally respect how the author ended it (and understand why they end it that way), it's one of those where i almost wish it could have gone on longer/explored the alternative ending. it would have been a very different (and probably much longer fic) but i would love to see someone write it.

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orchards by @whinlatter (hinny ; <20k ; CC) The orchard is a wild, thousand-flower, crumpled-gate, fall-down-fence sort of place, where things grow that you’ve never asked for, that you’d never expect. The summer of ’96, the story of something flowery he thought he might have smelled at the Burrow. Canon-compliant, oneshot, summer between OotP and HBP. Non-linear narrative, flashbacks/flash-forwards to DH. Harry/Ginny.

if you gravitate anywhere close to the hinny fandom, you will know that everyone and their cousin has been recommending this fic since it came out - let me tell you: everyone and their cousin are right. it took me a while to get to it but this is one of the most beautiful hinny one-shots out there. the writing is stellar - i left a comment to whinlatter after i read it that went over the AO3 character-count limit and was completely unhinged, and i am not sorry. if you haven't already, go read this. please and thank you.

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14. how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

you'd love it, right? if i could give you a formula.

as european as i am (please don't ever give us compliments, we don't know how to deal), i also think it would be highly hypocritical of me to sit here and be like "ohmygod, idk, i'm so shocked you'd ask me that!' i've been writing for seventeen years and if there is one thing that has always been consistent in my comment section from the very beginning is the fact that i seem to be able to make people feel things. there are writers who are incredibly good with words. gorgeous, gorgeous prose that reads like poetry. there are writers who are good with descriptions, scenery so vivid you can almost touch it. there are yet others who are good at giving you a feel for a time period in your life, describing childhood or adolescence or moving out of home for the first time. what i am good at, is this. the rawness and the gripping emotion that makes you forget how to breathe. i know some of it is healing for some people, too.

i don't think there's a formula for this. it's even harder for me to break it down especially because it's not something i've ever had to work on - i've always had it. ask me how i work on descriptions (which are very much not my forte), and i'll much more concrete advice to give you.

Do you draw from personal experiences? no, not really. i mean, i'm sure i do on some subconscious level, but i very rarely am like "oh, i felt this at x moment in my life, let me channel that". i've never studied psychology either, or done much research on how people react to certain things. for me, it's a gut feeling. it's a raw, instinctive understanding of people, and the human experience as a species. i don't pretend to have any formal expertise on this. i follow my gut, that's it. and, if you ask me: Do you ever feel what the characters feel? no, but i do feel something.

when i write something that works (emotionally works) i get this sense of indescribable peace in me. and this is true for moments that carry very dramatic emotions (think chapter 8 of castles) but also happy moments, like the roadtrip in chapter 16. for me, as a writer, these are exactly the same, in terms of how i feel when i'm writing them. and how i feel is like: nothing in the world exists anymore. i have no job, no family, no friends, no boy trouble, no concerns, no nothing. you know how, in chapter 16, the narration says: "he smiles like no one has ever died"? - yeah, that.

hours of just me and the words on the page. it's hard to put into words without sounding cheesy but i feel this sense of calm alignment with the universe. i'm not one for drugs but i think it's probably what a high feels like. have you ever been able to just empty your head? where you're in complete control and the chaos of the world cannot touch you? that, too.

and, generally, if i feel that, i know i'm onto something. i know that whatever i'm writing is working. generally, in that "state", hours can go by and i won't realise it. i'm writing, writing, writing and suddenly it's like - 5AM the next day. if i don't, that's when i'm like "shit, something's not working," and i have to work and work and rewrite and rewrite until i find a solution. until i feel that. so, while there's no formula i follow, i do get that writing "high" that sends me into the right direction.

and, for the record, that "high" is the only reason i write. like, sure, comments and feedback and the community are amazing and idk if would write *as much* as i do without them. i also 100% seek attention and validation, but i think if there wasn't also this sense of peace in me that came with it, i would probably find community in a different way. but, you know, i'm a bit of a drug addict. i'm sure if someone told you there is one thing that will bring you more peace, joy and sense of accomplishment than anything else in your life and sure you have to work for it, a lot, but once you're done, it'll be the highest, high you've ever been on, you'd sign up, too.

to me, writing (and this happens particularly in those emotional scenes you are referring to), is the absence of fear. it's the absence of anxiety. it's the absence of depression. it's the absence of worry. it's just pure calm and happiness. it may not be all those things for you as a reader (especially if i'm writing something tense lol), but it is for me. i don't think what i feel as a writer and what you feel as a reader are related, but they're definitely linked. and, when i feel one, i know you will feel the other.

and that maybe people will understand and benefit from what i am trying to say.

[stuckybingo]

Stucky Bingo Round-Up #13 (January 7th - 20th)

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Let You Under My Skin by thebrooklynnway Square filled: N3 - Free Space Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Emotional Baggage, Mentions of self-harm, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Codependency, Conflict Avoidance Major tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Shrunkyclunks | Modern Bucky Barnes/Captain America Steve Rogers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Bucky Barnes Takes Care of Steve Rogers, Explicit Sexual Content Summary: “A year ago, Steve would’ve fought back against Bucky’s demands, feeling like an animal being caged and controlled. But he’s mentally exhausted, and the idea of letting Bucky take control feels like a heavy weight finally being lifted…” Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Get This Stuff Out Of My Head (Chapter Ten) by singthebeginningofmoana Square filled: N5 - Experiment Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery Major tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Trust Issues Summary: Bucky finally lets Professor Xavier attempt to remove the trigger words from his mind. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Loyalty, honour and a willing heart by Late-to-the-party-81 Square filled: O1 - Shuri Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Fluff, Avengers as family, the Avengers live in Avengers Tower Summary: Bucky's expecting a visitor and has the whole evening planned - he just hopes it goes well. Steve knows it will. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

i scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream by aspen | blackwood4stucky Square filled: I1 - AU: Hydra Wins Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, quiet horror Major tags: omegaverse, bucky-centric, flash fiction Summary: Moving to East End was supposed to be a fresh start for the Rogers family… Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

To wait for you is all I can do by Late-to-the-party-81 Square filled: I1 - Drinking Games Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Alcohol consumption Major tags: Pining, Second First Kiss, Getting back together, Bucky Barnes has memory loss Summary: Steve is happy now that Bucky has been found and lives with the rest of them in the Avengers tower. If only Bucky could remember what he and Steve used to mean to each other. Enter Thor, some Asgardian Mead and some drinking games. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

all the fire that ever burned you has turned you into gold by aspen | blackwood4stucky Square filled: B5 - AU: A/B/O Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, body horror-adjacent Major tags: au, pre-stucky, paranormal creatures, prose poetry Summary: A tale of transformation and acceptance, battle and frustration, fear and blood, devastation and reconciliation, rehabilitation and a hope for the future. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

The beginning of the end...? by nicoline1998enilocin Square filled: Adopted square (January) - Kink: Size kink Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply, References to anxiety and insecurity Major tags: Polyamorous relationship, MMF threesome, Dom/Sub dynamics, Sensory Play/Deprivation (Blindfolding) Summary: Steve and Bucky are planning on proposing, but as they're doing this, they don't realize the two of them are giving you the feeling you're not worthy of them. As soon as they find out, their behavior completely changes, and before you know it, you have two super soldiers down on their knees, asking you to marry them. Format: Long oneshot (over 5000 words)

[racmune]

heyyyy im racmune, i use he/him pronouns. i draw a lot and write fic sometimes! im a weird n i post whatevers :P

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#wild zero

#portal

#half life

#deus ex

#spiderverse

#the boondocks

#enstars

#hi-fi rush

#legend of zelda

#disco elysium

#scott pilgrim

#brba - breaking bad

#death note

#delta state

#hbomberguy

#jerma

#rtvs - radio tv solutions

#eftf2 - escape from tf2

#bully game

#dungeon meshi

#sally face

#creepypasta

#emh - everymanhybrid

#thief and the cobbler

#ultrakill

#csm - chainsaw man

#gay shame

#deadlock

ship tags

#scoutpauling - scout x miss pauling

#heavymedic - heavy x medic

#freedom fries - soldier x spy

#boots n bombs - soldier x demoman

#scoutcest - scout x scout

#flash fire - scout x pyro

#hop scotch - scout x demoman

#heavyscout - heavy x scout

#pyrosoldier - pyro x soldier

#soldierheavy - soldier x heavy

#helmet party - soldier x engineer

#fruit scones - soldier x medic

#american aviators - soldier x sniper

#soldierpauling - soldier x miss pauling

#demopyro - demoman x pyro

#texas toast - engineer x pyro

#pyropauling - pyro x miss pauling

#burn ward - pyro x medic

#bushfire - sniper x pyro

#pyrospy - pyro x spy

#demoheavy - demoman x heavy

#demoengie - demoman x engineer

#jagerbombs - medic x demoman

#sword van - demoman x sniper

#bomb voyage - demoman x spy

#engieheavy - engineer x heavy

#spoovy - spy x heavy

#science party - medic x engineer

#sniperpauling - sniper x miss pauling

#trucks n vans - engineer x sniper

#bushmed - sniper x medic

#napoleon complex - engineer x spy

#medispy - medic x spy

#adminhale - administrator x saxton hale

#zhannascout - zhanna x scout

#soldierzhanna - soldier x zhanna

#scoutmaspy - scouts ma x spy

#zhannapauling - zhanna x miss pauling

#adminsniper - administrator x sniper

#zhannascoutpauling - zhanna x scout x miss pauling

#tf2 deep fried desire - scout x fried chicken lady

#tf2 lady and the tramp - miss pauling x fried chicken lady

#swing and a missfire - scout x miss pauling x pyro

#engiedemoheavy - engineer x demoman x heavy

#soldierdemozhanna - soldier x demoman x zhanna

#masked mechanic - fixer x jumpsuit (the scratched universe)

#fruit punch - foster x p.rick (the scratched universe)

#purplephone - purple guy x phone guy (fnaf)

#scollace - scott x wallace (scott pilgrim)

#toddallace - todd x wallace (scott pilgrim)

#kowalkins - pete kowalski x jimmy hopkins (bully / canis canem edit)

#gabv1el - gabriel x v1 (ultrakill)

#skylersaul - skyler white x saul goodman (breaking bad)

^other tags 2 be added but tumblr doesnt let me add any more hyperlinks so sorry abt that o_0

[thinkingisadangerouspastime]

9 & 11 for the Fan Fic New Year ask game!

9. Short term goals… what do you hope to complete this week or in January?

so, i got an idea in the shower (lol) for a short mcu fic that i would really like to write before the semester starts; the idea is mj pov, exploring her perspective of spider-man after ffh as well as her feelings toward flash (mj&flash to mj/flash pipeline), with hopefully some glimmers of future!petermjflash (in the midst of the memory chaos), as all of them have two hands. i also hope to write some more rickyesther from the unsleeping city!!

11. Would you like to try any new fanfic genres or tropes this year?

in fanfic, probably not. my original writing (fiction and screenplays, a bit of poetry) is where i tend to branch out and explore different styles and genres, but fanfic is basically my "relaxing writing," where i don't put the same pressure on it to be perfect and where i tend to gravitate toward genres and tropes that i enjoy best. of course, who knows? the writing whims will be whims, and maybe i'll end up writing something unexpected!

[maybebabyplease]

4 & jily pretty please?? or 14 & wolfstar omg what a cute idea...

hiiii my anonymous friend! here's a very sappy little wolfstar flash for you :) below the cut!

14. The moon is / predictably exquisite, as is the view of the moon through the word. ([The predictability of these rooms], Ben Lerner)

(poetry flash fic game)

Remus hates to see the moon shining through his bedroom window at night, so Sirius takes the room with the south-facing window. At night he looks westward, watching it rise in the sky and hang right where he can see it from his bed. He doesn’t put curtains up, so on clear nights right before and right after the full, the moon casts a blue glow across his pillow. He sleeps better in the light.

Sirius thought he’d spend more time with Remus once they moved in together. Just the two of them, against the world, or at least against early adulthood. But Remus works in the mornings and afternoons at the university, and Sirius works the second shift that usually bleeds into the third shift at St. Mungos. Most often they’re communicating through food left under warming charms and notes on the cupboard and forgotten cups of tea. Sirius can’t help himself, and at night he pokes his head into Remus’ room just to make sure Remus is sleeping all right. He’s shocked, the first time, to find Remus passed out next to his book with his curtains drawn tightly shut and a red glow coming from the ceiling. When he asks Remus about it later, Remus admits to changing out the light bulbs in his bedroom for red Muggle darkroom lights. 

“I can’t sleep if it’s too blue,” he says, hunching his shoulders in. He busies himself with the dishes, washing them by hand even though he could easily use a charm. He does this when he’s anxious. 

Nodding his head, Sirius pretends like he understands, and gets a dish towel to help Remus dry. He thinks about the conversation all week, though, and on his next day off he goes to Muggle stores and fumbles around until he finds red light bulbs and dark window covers.

It takes another year for Remus to see Sirius’ bedroom, at least in the way Sirius wants him to see it. Remus breaks off their kiss, only their fifth (Sirius has kept count), and tries to redirect towards his own bedroom.

“I want you in mine,” says Sirius. “Trust me.”

Remus looks back at his room, nervous, but Sirius squeezes his hand and leads him forward. Remus follows, but he stands in the doorway staring at the stripe of light coming in through the window. Sirius has prepared for this: he closes his curtains and turns on his red lamp. The room glows like the sun, warm and soft, and Sirius watches the shadows that hide in the angles of Remus’ face.

“Just like I have,” says Remus, his voice soft. “You really…how long have you had it like this?” He moves towards the bed, laying his hand on the pillow.

Sirius doesn’t really want to say, but he can’t lie for shit, and it’s Remus. “Since I saw yours,” he says, and he cringes inside, because it sounds like I love you. Maybe it is.

[mrfancyfoot]

Raphael x Evie (f!OC) | Fic Rating: E/Varied | Chapter 1 on AO3

Photic sneeze reflex (or autosomal dominant compelling helio-ophthalmic outburst, "ACHOO" syndrome): A condition characterized by successive sneezing induced by bright light.

Raphael's devil transformation makes poor Evie sneezy, plus a reminder of how they met.

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Chapter 10: Just a Light Reaction “Oh, humans and their silly-” *gestures vaguely*

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Ch. Rating: T / SFW Ch. Word Count: 307 Ch. Tags: POV Evie; Humor; Drabble Ch. Warnings: Slight (General) Humiliation

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Read under the cut or on AO3-

With the bright flash of light of his transformation, Evie found herself doubled over in a violent fit of sneezing.

She heard Raphael walk to his desk and pull out his chair to sit.  “In all my years of dealing with mortals, I can safely say you have the honor of being the first to have such a-…reaction.”  She didn’t need to be able to see Raphael to know the judgmentally amused expression he assuredly wore.  “Fear, cowering…apathy, varying degrees of anger.  A dwarf pissed himself last ten-day - not uncommon.  Sneezing, though, that is new.”

“Oh, dear fox, we are beginning to match with the shade you’ve turned!” he teased.  “This reminds me of when we first met.  And here I thought it had merely been the occasion!”

She’d rather not be reminded.

Though she frequently saw him in both his devil and human forms, Raphael hadn’t transformed in front of her again since that first time.

Evie further hid her face in mortification.

He’d come waltzing into the camp, started reciting poetry, and she panicked as he introduced himself, promptly informing him, “Sorry, sir, but we’re full on bards.”  Things were a bit tense at the time and she had literally just come from separating Volo and Wyll, who had threatened to skewer the bard for his gods-awful playing.  Not one of her best moments.

And then the devil whisked her away, and she nearly brained herself on a dining table chair from sneezing after the first time he transformed in front of her.

“It’s the liiight,” she whined out from behind her knees in explanation, now half buried sideways in the armchair as her face throbbed and lungs burned but the sneezing had finally stopped.  And then she hiccoughed.

The devil was laughing.

He could never say he hadn’t been warned of her oddities.

❤️ Thank-you for reading! ❤️

[whoslaurapalmer]

you ever think about like...........okay so in my original writing i am very interested in a very, particular, i guess maybe existential sort of subject. not in all of my ofic but certainly, pieces of it. it sounds stupid to say it like that bc i don't (and likely will never) talk about my ofic so being vague about the subject is so unnecessary but that sentence is still so pivotal to my thought process here so. and you ever think about how there are so many different ways you could tell a story nowadays!!!!! it could be fiction. it could be a theme in a book, it could be a short story, it could be flash fiction (and if i REALLY wanted a challenge it could be one sentence flash fiction), it could be memoir, it could be poetry, it could be a series of poems, it could be a song! it could be a video game! it could be an interactive website! it could be all kinds of things!!!! and for some reason this does not stress me out at all!!!!! i get so excited thinking about all the different ways i could express this idea!!!!! bc as scared as i am of repeating myself, especially in fanfic, in original fic i always feel like. no of course there's no limit to the amount of times i could talk about This. there are so many things i can say about This and i want to say all of them. and there are so many ways i could do it and some of them i've thought about and some of them i've tried a little!!! and oh that's just so exciting to me. that endless possibility of creation.

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

2022 Writing Review

Tagged by: @ttimbradford on the LAST DAY OF THE YEAR because she wants me to scramble

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 14

2. Word count posted for the year: don't make me say it 386,717

3. Fandoms I wrote for: 9-1-1, The Witcher

4. Pairings: Buddie and Geraskier

5. Story with the most: 

kudos: The Best Lie is a Truth (My Best Mask is My Face) - 2,149 bookmarks: same as above - 997 comment threads: Let My Ink Stain Your Pages - 671

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): This is a difficult question. I'm proud of a few stories I worked on this year - Direct Deposit and Further Than Blood (Or Than Bones) had me pushing myself as a writer and delving into topics I knew wouldn't necessarily be popular. However I think I have to go with In the Gray You are Golden, one of those magical moments where the inspiration hits like something divine, the words flow like water, and it all comes together.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): Don't Play Games (Come My Way) - I'm a perfectionist and while I can't quite articulate why, I don't feel like I quite nailed this story the way I should have. Like I just missed the bulls-eye.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: @mistmarauder never fails to delight me and make my day with her in-depth comments and general screeching. I think her responses to Further Than Blood (Or Than Bones) and In the Gray You are Golden are my favorites, actually, although I know Curl Up In My Heart and Let Me Keep You is probably her favorite of mine from this year (no one is immune to cat!Buck).

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: Honestly, writing I'll Scrawl it on Every Wall I See was more of a challenge than I expected. I just had a lot going on in my real life so finding time and focus to work on it was difficult.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: Buck babysitting Chris during the tsunami and while Eddie goes to fight club in I'll Scrawl it on Every Wall I See didn't come to me ahead of time - it just happened as I was writing and I literally stopped and stared into the distance for a second in delighted surprise.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: Oof. This was a tough one. Probably a tie between the entire segment of Eddie's thoughts when he's shot in Further Than Blood (Or Than Bones) - the fic wasn't quite where I wanted it to be until I wrote that segment and then went back and sprinkled those quotes throughout the fic, turning the fic into one long flashback (which the reader doesn't realize until they reach the shooting). A small excerpt is here:

The thing he never told anyone is when his lover was unnamed and fed from him all he thought about was love. Love is poured into his mouth and he swallows and he b r e a t h e s.

The other would be frankly the entirety of In the Gray You are Golden but I really liked how I incorporated the tsunami/Eddie Begins into the fic with the flash flood and how I wrote it happening. I got a lot of comments saying how much the last few lines hit them like a gut punch and I'm so proud of that:

Christopher’s mouth is right at Buck’s ear. “Dad?” Buck starts shaking. He clenches his entire body to get it to stop. He shakes his head. Christopher is a child of the wasteland. He knows how to be silent when he cries.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: I wrote situations where there's a lot of trauma and emotions going on (including during sex) and got a bit darker in that then I usually do, I wrote a couple tropes I hadn't thought I'd ever write or hadn't written before (such as a Zombie Apocalypse AU), I dipped my toe into HTML coding for the emails in I'll Scrawl it on Every Wall I See, and I incorporated poetry into a fic with Eddie's mental landscape as he's shot in Further Than Blood (Or Than Bones) (yes fun fact I approached that segment as a poem).

13. How do you hope to grow next year: I hope to continue to find new and interesting situations to play with for my annual Halloween fics.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, etc): @extasiswings who always reassured and encouraged me when I was doubting myself - and of course she co-wrote A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words (But Love is Undefinable) with me.

Can't believe I almost forgot @catdadeddie whose Castle AU moodboard inspired me to write a fic that ended up being over 100k words long goddamn you Nova.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: If it did, I wouldn't be admitting it.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: If you don't make yourself take breaks to recharge your brain is going to make you and trust me, you will not like how that goes. Give yourself time to rest.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: Nothing in the fanfic world. I actually woke up with ideas for next Halloween and wrote them down so I wouldn't forget them, but those won't be until October which is a full ten months away.

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

@extasiswings @kitkatpancakestack @tripleaxeldiaz

[moorishflower]

I have another question actually! Will you pls talk about the way you used Scylla and Charybdis in Maybe sprout wings? I keep thinking about idea of Dream being both the goal and the obstacle, at once the storm and the sea (and is he the ship also, since it's a ship made of dreams?)

Hello my friend! <3 I will GLADLY talk about symbolism in Wings!!!

For Scylla and Charybdis in The Odyssey, they're yet another example of Odysseus' hubris. Circe literally TELLS him not to waste time arming himself, because Scylla can't be fought, and that if he does he risks losing more of his men. She frames it as "better to lose 6 men than 100" (there is NO escape from Charybdis), and he straight up doesn't listen. He doesn't tell his men about Scylla, because he's worried they'll lose hope and become afraid, and he wastes time arming himself, and in response Scylla snatches up 6 of his men and eats them in front of him. Odysseus thinks he knows best, despite messengers of gods outright TELLING him he doesn't, and at the end it leaves him alone, his whole crew dead BECAUSE OF HIM, and the only reason he's a hero is because he gets his wife back at the end. He accomplishes his goal of returning home. There's never recompense or closure for his crew. They don't matter, because in epics, the masses, the crew, the army, they don't generally matter.

In Wings, Dream fulfills the role of Poseidon for most of the fic, an active antagonist to Hob's attempts to know him and love him, and we only get flashes of him as Penelope (Hob is primarily the one who weaves and unweaves himself, constantly trying to find the combination that works that will bring Dream to him), but the thing about Wings is that all aspects of the Dreaming are eventually traced back to either Hob, who manipulates it, or Dream, who creates it. Scylla IS Dream. The massive creature that rises from the water and chastises Hob for his hubris, for daring to think he could move a single chess piece and not affect the entire game, is a direct link to Scylla's much more violent chastisement of Odysseus' hubris. Except in Wings, Hob can make the conscious choice to defy the narrative. He doesn't HAVE to be the lone hero who never learns from his mistakes. He makes the active choice to repent, and to learn, and it screws him over because it results in his lost year to the Crone! If he had chosen to ignore their advice, if he'd tried to push his way out of Charybdis, he'd still be caught in the story. So, he gains and he loses. But it's one of several events that convince him he has more control than he thinks (which had been his problem, him thinking that he had LESS control, doubting himself) over the story itself, and thus more control than he thinks over DREAM. The tone change in Hob's speaking is the biggest indication of this, when he starts talking "normally" instead of the much higher prose-poetry of early chapters. He reaches full realization when he starts calling Dream a bastard and talking frankly about loving him, that's when he's speaking author to author, equal to equal.

So yeah all of Wings is based around the idea that Dream and Hob are all variations of their own obstacles and resources. Dream is Poseidon, the storms, the devouring sea, but he's also Penelope, he's the armor of Athena, he's Argos, he's all the things that Hob creates. And Hob is Odysseus, and ALSO Penelope, and he gets the metaphors of both ship (solid, steady, he's all that's between Dream and the boundless dark of the sea) and, later on, of captain and lighthouse, to represent a sort of. Of separation from the fantasy of the story. Putting layers between himself and the sea, insulating him from Dream's absolute bullshit, but not able, and unwilling, to separate himself from Dream the BEING entirely, only Dream the metaphor.

Anyways this has been. A lot of rambling. Always feel free to ask questions for quality content such as "Odysseus maybe should have fucked LESS" and "Scylla did nothing wrong" l o l

[imperatorrrrr]

Talk Hockey To Me

I was tagged by @stereax and @mikathemad :)

Tell me about:

1. The thing that got you hooked on hockey:

Okay, this is a little embarrassing. In the fifth grade around the year 1999, I liked a boy and that boy liked hockey, so in an effort to have shared interests with said boy, I checked out the New Jersey Devils and the rest is basically history. The boy is absolutely long gone, hahaha, but the Devils are here to fucking stay. I got into them right before their two Cup wins and in the era of Scott Stevens, Patrik Elias, John Madden and the love of my child life, Brian Rafalski. I've been a Devils fans for like over twenty years now. I'd say in the past decade I've started to check out other teams (Pens, Canucks, Avs, Stars), but I'm a one team girl at heart.

2. Your first ever fandom friend

So in the Devils Tumblr fandom, I'd say @jonassiegenthighler I think I just finally came off anon in their inbox and it began.

3. The jersey you would most like to own

Okay, so I already have a pretty decent collection of jerseys, but I think I'd like a Nico Pride Jersey, but I know I'll never get one 'cause the bids for the star players are always way more than I budget for myself or if the Devils ever do a specialty South Asian Heritage Jersey I'd take literally any player's (except Smith's). But let's be honest, I need a Sid jersey for fucking sure. I also don't have the Jersey Jersey yet, so I need to get that.

4. YOUR player (you only get ONE so choose wisely)

Eassssssy. It's Nico Hischier.

5. A pairing that deserves more fic

@stereax stole my answer. Its NicoJesp, for sure. I say this all the time. Before Nico put his arms around Jack on center ice, before Siegs was cooking for Nico and they were cohabiting, it was Nico and Jesp. They've been through coaches, through GMs, through players coming and going. It's them.

6. Your favorite on-ice moment

Oh, this one is a hard fucking question.

Ugh, this is actually so fucking hard, what the fuck.

Okay, I'm picking this: after the shutout win against the Avs back in late October last season right near the beginning of the thirteen game heater when Nico looks out into the crowd and scream's LET'S GO.

THEN

link someone else's art/fic/etc that you love & think everyone should check out

I will pick four.

@kmercer's art. like come the fuck on, you've got to be kidding me with this

2. @stereax's Kingdom Poetry Series about each of the 2022-2023 Devils

3. @jonasiegenthaler's art always hits the damn mark, always.

4. My favorite NicoJack fic of all time. Seriously, all time.

kiss me on the mouth (set me free) by coastalhighway

AND

link something you made & are proud of & want people to see

Soz, I don't have anything. I haven't written fic in a decade and I have no artistic skill whatsoever, but one day I'll write fic again and when I do I'll share it with the masses.

tagging: @jonasiegenthaler @dawson-mercer and @jakejuentzel

[shrinkthisviolet]

OC/Fic Writing Ask Questions!

Who was your first ever OC? Do you still “use” them? How have they evolved over time?

Biggest self-insert OC?

Favourite OC?

What are some tropes and character dynamics found in your wips?

What story are you the proudest of? Why?

What are all the “kinds” of writing/art you do? (short stories, poetry, screenplays, digital, painting, clay, etc.)

What’s your favourite genre to write? Is it also your favourite genre to read?

(These are fantastic for Bingo - thank you! 😂)

No problem, I’m glad these helped you 💞

Who was your first ever OC? Do you still use them? How have they evolved over time?

Ooh my first ever OC is from back when I wrote Warrior Cats fanfic, years ago 😅 I think her name was Silverclaw? She was a ruthless character, definitely an antihero bordering on villainy. I don't really use her anymore though.

Morgan is a close second, as far as I remember—I came up with her initial concept in 2020 when I first watched the Flash s2 (when I met Jesse, specifically), and Morgan has evolved tremendously since then: she has forcefield powers instead of super strength, she’s friends with Iris from the start and befriends Barry even before joining Team Flash…and James was a newer addition too!

Biggest self-insert OC?

Aminah! She's Pakistani-American and Muslim, just like me…and as I add more to her lore, I'm sure she'll resemble me more 😂

Favorite OC?

I love all my OCs, but...Lucy and Morgan win as favorites 😂

What are some tropes and character dynamics found in your WIPs?

Found family is a big one, so is "complicated parental relationships" (both loving and toxic ones)...and of course betrayal. And a sprinkle of espionage for good measure (emphasis on SPRINKLE, it's not a lot 😅)

What story are you the proudest of? Why?

So many candidates for this, honestly...but really, I think it's either Morgan’s intro fic (I think it’s a great primer as to who she is and what her upbringing was like) or this Maiko angst fic (based on Hasaisha from Ms Marvel because I thought Maiko could totally fit that mold. Plus, any angst that hits the emotional beats and makes me cry…that’s a win)

What are all the "kinds" of writing/art you do? (Short stories, poetry, screenplays, digital, painting, clay, etc)

Poetry! Short stories when I can manage it, though a lot of my writing efforts go towards fanfic these days. Not much on the art side for me—I've made a few edits (on my TikTok, same handle as here) and some gifsets, all for my OCs, but...yeah my strength is in writing and I love it!

What's your favorite genre to write? Is it also your favorite to read?

Fantasy! And sometimes romance. Though I prefer reading mystery 😂

writer/artist ask game!

[saltiestcoconut]

fic writer ask! 15 to 20 pls c:

Oh wow 15 to 20 nice thanks nonny how can I possibly say no to such politeness?

Shoving all that under a read more to not clutter the tl <3

15. How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters?

I usually give my fic a placeholder name first just so I don't have unnamed document 37 as the title of the doc I'm writing a fic on

Sometimes I never change the title because either I forget or I just don't finish it but I do try to give it a proper title at some point

If the fic is part of a collection then I just assign a one word title that describes the fic and call it a day since the title itself isn't that important I just need something to put as a header

And yes sometimes I use song titles or lyrics for fic titles just like everyone else lmao

16. At what point in the process do you come up with titles? 

Like I said in the previous question I come up with a placeholder name at the beginning and change it at the end but sometimes I title fics in the middle when it comes to me like a flash of divine inspiration 

17. What's something you've learned about while doing research for a fic?

I don't do research for my fics because I'm very lazy lmao

But but but 

I did a little bit of research on fireflies a few weeks back to make sure the fireflies in my fic Luminous was at least plausible (never mind the fact that it was based on a video game and the fic was published a year ago) did you know fireflies are associated with passionate love in Japanese poetry? And that they were believed to be the altered souls of soldiers who died in war? Feel free to take all that with a grain of salt tho I couldn't exactly find more sources to back it up but eh it's an amazing coincidence given what goes down in Luminous lmao

18. What's one of your favorite lines you've written in a fic? 

Sadly my favorite line is nsfw so due to paranoia I won't share it here (maybe I'll share it in a separate post who knows) but I can share my second favorite

"What are you doing?" he asked, likely a reflex than a genuine desire to know what Ai was obviously doing. "... Getting to know Yusaku," Ai said.  Yusaku's eyes darted from Ai to the hospital staff, not daring to say anything lest he make the situation worse than it already was.  "Are you now? Seems like you're getting a little too friendly." Ai turned his head towards Yusaku. "Hello, person I've never met before. I'm Ai."  "... Yusaku."  "Oh really. That's a nice name. It's like two opposites coming together, amazing." No one pointed out that Ai couldn't possibly know his name's meaning unless he had seen it written out before.

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs

Oh no I've run out of WIPs outside aiyusa month— SIKE! Here's something from a wip no one except me and a friend will understand

"No! I still don't know why you all do this for fun, you're all insane! Why don't you ride some d*—"  Playmaker lifted a hand. "You're not allowed to say that here, Yu-Gi-Oh! isn't that type of franchise."  "Yeah! We're a shoujo franchise, we have a reputation to maintain!" Ai chimed in. "That's bullshit! Gintama is shoujo too!"  "I couldn't tell from how foul your language is."

20. What's a favorite title for a fic you've written?

Don't Talk to Me Past Midnight easily 

Fun fact it originally started as a joke/placeholder title poking fun at my unfortunate habit of being more loose lipped between 1-2 am and the fact that I wrote that fic in the middle of the night for some reason or another (I was probably depressed and taking friends request to write out my feelings) but it was such a banger title that fit the fic I kept it when I published it  

Feel free to send me an ask!