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darlingpoppet · 10 months

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✨ Get to know me ✨

I was tagged by @alibonbonn a while back (thank you so much!) sorry for the late response but I suppose this is a good way to reintroduce myself to my tumblr followers (hey y’all!)

Current Wallpaper: I don’t wanna take a screenshot of it since it’s someone else’s fanart but it’s this Hades Patrochilles piece by Zeyan. (are they on tumblr? Idk lemme know and I’ll reblog it!) my home screen is a much older eruri fanart whose artist I can’t even remember anymore :’) hopefully they’re out there thriving!

Three Ships: Patrochilles, Eruri, ummmm FrodoSam (idk I’ve been emotional about them again recently) also I feel like this shouldn’t be allowed to count since I haven’t played the game but I’ve been mega eyes emoji over FFXVI ever since I heard about Dion & Terence because I’m SO WEAK for any and all king & lionheart ships (these are all king & lionheart ships!!!!)

First ship: OH GOD it was probably 1x2, Heero Yuy x Duo Maxwell from Gundam Wing aka the millennial baby’s first bl amirite folks? Wolfstar was also an early formative ship, from a book series whose name I can’t seem to remember now… hmm weird!

Fave color: mint green! I love wearing it and I love home aesthetics using it as an accent color

Last song: Mr. Kitty - After Dark

Last movie in theatres: ATSV babyyy!! I have half of that soundtrack stuck in my head 24/7 so any of those songs would also easily apply to the previous question

Last show: tv? I don’t know her (I’m pretty sure the last series I actually finished was OFMD but that was over a year ago and I still haven’t finished IWTV orz)

Currently reading: The Priory Of The Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon (the real answer is “the Iliad for the 84847384th time”. I also just finished reading Plato’s Symposium)

Current obsession: Everyone who knows me knows this by now but I’ve been deep in a Greek mythology rabbit role for about a year & a half now with no hope of escape. Particularly anything Iliad/Trojan War/Achilles/Patrochilles related. I’m sorry for the person I’m about to become when Dr. Emily Wilson’s Iliad translation is released this September 😔

Unrelated obsession: I love watching ASMR videos, especially ones with massages, hair brushing, or 1st person POV where they do your makeup or give you a spa treatment or whatever lol. Also wood soup asmr! I also recently got into keyboard asmr and bought myself some wireless keyboards for my birthday which make nice thocky/clacky noises 🤤

Currently working on: a lot of fic writing for zines, djs, and ao3, but my main WIP is Where The Dead Forget, a memory loss AU Patrochilles fic set in the Hades game universe, which also has a lot of my own retellings of the Achilles & Patroclus myths woven in. The updates have been slow in the last few months but I’m finally close to publishing a new chapter. We’re still in the early game so come join me! ✨

Tagging: @cosmicvoidance @cottonomz-again @johaerys-writes @lostcauses-noregrets @zorthania @erwinsalive, and anyone else who wants to do it! (sorry if you’ve already been tagged or did this I haven’t been around lol)

#memes #my fics #about me

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the-cybertronian-insertable · 11 months

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Info:

List of known Cybertronian Reader-Insert Tumblr Writers (WIP) List of known Cybertronian Reader-Insert AO3 Writers (WIP) Recommended Reads (WIP)

/CR Posts Collected: 580

Recommended method of searching for specific content utilizing this blog: Pick out a writer from the list above, select the spyglass next to 'posts', type in the username of the writer then whatever character and/or 'rating' (modesty panel [sfw] / valveplug [nsfw]) you're looking for. This isn't a fool-proof filtering method, but it's the best I have to offer.

-Hypothetical FAQ-

What’s this blog about?: Reblogging and sharing links to cybertronian (or cyberformed/techno-organic) reader-insert fiction. Posts regarding rare-paired (possibly obscure) canon characters may also pop up once in a while (ex: Mainframe x Jackpot).

Is this an NSFW blog?: Not entirely, but there will be NSFW literature shared around (due to this, I’ll be auto-blocking minors despite barely being an adult myself; irony will be the end of us all.). Sexually NSFW posts will be tagged with ‘valveplug’ while SFW posts (labeled as such for a lack of sexual content - this doesn’t mean they’ll be free of adjacent mature themes) will be tagged with ‘modesty panel’ to make it easier for y’all to find what you want using the blog’s tag search.

I don’t see ‘x’ writer’s; who’s made ‘x’ post; works anywhere on this blog but I know they make related reader inserts-?: Recommend them, then! The ask box is open for more than just questions! Hell, recommend writers/works from external sites (AO3, Fanfiction.net, Etc..)!

Can I become a member?: I’m not really looking for members right now but if you’ve got a blog dedicated to writing /reader-inserts I may consider inviting you if you ask (I won’t go out of my way to ask, so you're gonna’ have to take the initiative here chief). Though, I haven’t thought through how that’d work yet so you’ll probably be left as an option pending until I get.. I don’t know, rules? Sorted out.

What if I’m a writer for the related topics and don’t want my works shared here?: Aye, you just let me know pal’, I’ll remove what references to you I can find and slap your usernames on a blacklist. (In the case of external accounts, I’ll ask for a bit of non-intrusive proof so I know it's you asking and not someone who dislikes you for some reason or another. Ex for AO3 users: A short clip of you scrolling up and down on your dashboard profile while logged in).

Who runs this blog?: @slug-gore-bug / @notoriousslug

Disclaimer: I, slug, won’t be reading through all the posts I reblog before I do so as I lack that kind of time on my slime. If I reblog something ill-fitting of this blog, just lemme’ know and I’ll look into it. On that note, though: don’t bring interpersonal drama to my doorstep. I don’t participate in ‘cancel-culture’; this is a library, not a courthouse, xir.

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-Galvatron and Sixshot stand Infront of a command console. Galvatron brings a picture of Unicron onto the console screen. -

Galvatron: This is Unicorn -referring to the picture of Unicron/'Grand Galvatron'- the earth will soon be a part of me.

Sixshot: *moans in awe of rotund girth.*

Galvatron: But before I can fulfill my ambitions, I need a lot of transforming parts, they are very vital to my final transformation -turns towards Sixshot- the weakest part of my body is my head, I can't just have any transforming parts I must have the best parts and thats from the best wARriors-

Sixshot: *voice muffled and nasally* of course my lord.

Galvatron: Now besides myself -points at Sixshot- I consider you to be the next best warrior Sixshot, your transforming technique and your parts are some of the best in the GAlux-C. -screen pans towards a silent Sixshot- Do you understand that? -screen pans back to Galvatron- Well of course there are many others who would sacrifice themselves to serve me bUT your my first CHOICE Sixshot *begins laughing manically* -screen pans to a pissed off looking Sixshot with a laughing Galvatron still in frame-.

#the cybertronian insertable #hypothetical faq #transformers

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i-lovethatforme · 2 years

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2021 Fic Year in Review

Thank you for tagging me, @friendofspidermannedleeds 💖💖💖

Number of completed works:

41 complete on ao3

31 (ish) for spooky season on tumblr

19 (ish) for snowy season on tumblr

Total word count:

536,831 on ao3

72,143 on tumblr when I shut up?????????

Fandoms written in:

Purely MCU Spidey!

Did you write more, less, or about what you’d expected?

More! I’m always surprised by how much I write for things (dni!!! wake or jill atp)

What’s your own favourite story of the year?

Mmmmmm. MMMMMMMMM. I love literally most of the things I’ve written but I do have a few fave faves and that’s fine because I’m going to put them all here anyway.

i won’t say i’m in love:

CSL AU and Peter and MJ are in love within seconds and there’s like half a sprinkle of angst TY TO ME.

the monsters creep into your house

this is a fic I thought about for ages but was like... IDK but then weeee

no way home series

because they helped my heart after canon broke it

for you, i would:

I just love it and idk why

Did you take any writing risks this year?

Sure! Mainly writing exactly what I wanted. Also threesomes. Hell. Prompts were scary as well because I never know if I’m going to let someone down with what I create when they trusted me with their big brained ideas!

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year?

Nope! Just writing what I like when I like :) for a while I was like jess stop writing peter head over heels for mj even when he hates her and now I'm like BUT I LIKE IT.

Most Popular Oneshot: real

Most Popular Multichap: to these memories (this fic only recently hit 1k kudos, and my heart?? w h a t)

Favorite Story You’ve Written: def. to these memories because a) longest fic i’ve ever written, and b) oh, the hours i logged into writing this fic, and c) oh, the outlining that went into this fic...i’m very proud of myself for completing the fic, and of course, i credit this to everyone who showed their lovely support for the story. :’)

Fic You Were Nervous to Post: uhhh definitely too far just because it’s...rather personal. i sometimes say that there’ll be a scene or two or just straight up a line or two that’s plucked out of my real life, and i think it’s inevitable for writers of any kind, including fic writers, to isolate their real lives completely from whatever they’re writing, and?? this fic is probably the most personal for me because of that. i remember kinda hem-hawwing about posting it, because i was like whoa, maybe this is a little too personal? but then i steeled myself and was like, “okay, well, would this have lifted my spirits when i needed a story like this??” and then decided to post it.

How you choose your titles: i def. toss and turn between titles! there’s a few fics of mine that are straight-up song lyrics (no surprise there), but to my surprise (as i was looking through my catalogue of fics just now), i realize that a lot of my fics are usually just words or two about what i think might have been extremely important to the story. (or captures the overall tone/theme of the story, anyways.)

Do you outline? for multi-chapter fics and relatively long one-shots with lots of moving parts, i’ll outline. but for shorter one-shots and prompts, i’ll usually just stick with the image that compelled me to write the prompt/one-shot in the first place! (and then kinda write around that.)

Complete: uhhhhh, i’m gonna answer relatively for all my clone wars fics, because in total, i have 74 completed fics. (make that...75, hopefully in a few minutes or hours!) but out of clone wars fics, i have 46 completed fics! (and again, hopefully 47 in a little while.) a part of me is lowkey hoping that i’ll get up to 100 total fics by the end of this year. a part of me highly doubts it, but given how much i was able to write over summer break, i’m...intruiged if i wind up somehow writing another twenty or so fics by the end of this year. (asfsf my wip list is long enough to fill in for another twenty fics. caroline finish all your wips challenge.)

In Progress: okay, so officially, time, wondrous time is in progress and online. but in terms of the works in progress on my laptop...i have...*mutters, counting* fourteen official wips. (ten of them are one-shots, and the other four are longform fics. one of them, i’m hoping to release next week (!!!), and another, i’m hoping to release hopefully around mid-december. uhhh so fingers crossed??)

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: oops, i guess i kinda already answered that question, but eh, might as well! the one coming out next week (hopefully!! caroline get your shit together challenge!!) is titled most ardently, and it’s an obitine au based off pride & prejudice because i cannot and will not shut up about obitine being the period drama ship out of star wars okay--

and then the other longform fic that is very overdue is called getting lost in a big galaxy, which is a fix-it of sorts taking place after season 5. anakin’s gone missing, and obi-wan winds up going on a galaxy-ride road trip with ahsoka (who, remember, has left the order) to find their idiot. this is honestly my excuse to just write more obi-wan and ahsoka content. hopefully, that’ll be posted in december!! (despite the fact i...originally meant to post it in august oOps.)

and then there’s this other longform fic which...might be coming in early 2021 called red, underlined, which is essentially...uh. everyone’s a stressed out law-school student, and anakin might have accidentally murdered professor palpatine, and now anakin, obi-wan, ahsoka, padme, and rex are all trying to find out what the hell to do with themselves because they’re all in on it. (def. influenced by how to get away with murder except without the criminal justice professor to lead them through the ropes. so more chaos. kind of a dark comedy vibe, if anything else? anakin no is major theme in this one. uh, i mean, maybe anakin was justified in murdering creep palpatine because our gang’s gonna find out what was going on in the background, but either way! lots of “holy shit are we good people are we bad people what are we doing”. lots of questions about morality! ethics! law school student study nights with anakin sprawled out on the floor and obi-wan wearing glasses (which he pushes up the bridge of his nose whenever he’s about to lecture anakin that no, that’s not how that statute works, dumbass) and ahsoka just bringing snacks and rex catching paper airplanes and padme being the one to supply everyone with very neat flashcards. this fic is gonna be an absolute beheamoth, and i’m estimating about 45 chapters? like...130K+ words? help? yeah idk either this really blew up in my head

and then...this stupid, wonderful, boring, amazing job, which is...office x tcw au. only not? it’s very, very loosely based off the office, but not really. obi-wan moves in as a new manager of a company, and we’ve got anakin being like “lol new guy i’m gonna mess with him”, and ahsoka being the one who’s both like “please don’t mess with our new boss” but also being like “actually, wait, lemme help”, rex being in hr and being like “i don’t get paid enough for this”. (also there’s some parts that are written like actual interviews like you would find in the office, so there’s this one bit where uhhh

Obi-Wan flicks his eyes to the cameras in silent question before turning back to Ahsoka. “Well, if you need to call maintenance, then I hardly think you need my permission—”

“Thanks!” Ahsoka says quickly, and she’s about to disappear from the doorway when Obi-Wan stands up.

“Wait, Ahsoka, what exactly—”

Ahsoka re-appears at the doorway. “Oh, right,” she says. “Um—maybe just stay away from the men’s bathroom for a little bit.” She pauses.

“Actually, just stay away from them for the rest of the day.” She hovers by the door for a minute longer, and then she adds quickly, “And maybe also avoid the breakroom. Everything’s fine!”

And with a perfectly not-fine smile, Ahsoka disappears from the doorway.

Obi-Wan stares at where Ahsoka was just a moment ago, and the he turns to the cameras in disbelief. “Did she just—” Unable to finish his own sentence, Obi-Wan starts out the door. “Ahsoka?”

The camera follows Obi-Wan out of the conference room and into the breakroom. There are only muffled shouts—Anakin’s shouts, and then Rex’s, and then Ahsoka’s frantic “no, sorry, everything’s fine!”, and then Obi-Wan’s loud, “What is going on in here?”

surprise y’all just got a snippet i’m sorry can you tell i’m weirdly into this au?? i need to rewrite some scenes but uh there you go

Prompts: for the most part, yes! i have some stuff in my faq about prompts that i’ll probably turn down (mostly anything that’s...above a certain rating/really, realy heavy themes that i just don’t think i can tackle with justice or with enough education on my end). i can be a little slow with prompts, but i’ll get to all of them in time!

Upcoming Work You’re Most Excited About: uhhhh i have too many that i’m excited about. literally i can write a mini essay on every single one of the fics i’m working on? but uhhh i guess since i already talked about all my major longform fics above (asdfasdfsd didn’t mean to do that, i’m so sorry for everyone who had to scroll past that word-vomit), i guess the one i’m most excited about releasing is the post season 7 obi-wan-and-ahsoka-finally-talk-about-how-they-miss-each-other-also-sorry-for-fighting-with-you-i-know-you-were-just-trying-your-best fic. (not a whole ton of spoilers for this one, but uh. i’m looking at some of these scenes and making frustrated sounds because there’s this one particular instance where i’m like, ahsoka. ahsoka just talk to him just ta lk to him but then lol no talking :)) also maybe some h/c? lowkey sickfic might be involved in this somehow? might have accidentally served as a precursor to to these memories? help? this fic just ballooned. caroline keep your ideas contained challenge!)

No Pressure Tags: @lightasthesun @soplantyourownflowers @ohhellokenobiand anyone else who wants to join!

#tag game #thank you!!#caroline.....control your wips challenge #also i am so sorry this got sO long and SO OUT OF HAND #also....lol caroline stop writing so many longform fic challenge #i really love writing one-shots #i really really love writing one shots #but like also. also there's a part of me that's like 'im gonna hyperfixate on this au sO HARD'#thankfully tho i think those are all the longform wips #there's also that one time travel fix it longform fic i have in the back of my head....#but lol i still haven't outlined it yet

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charlesjosephwrites · 4 years

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An Excerpt from my WIP the Hangman Confession

~1300 Words

Hey! I thought I’d give y’all a little peak at one of the opening scenes for the Hangman Confession. Enjoy!

I woke up, as per usual, with two rats curled up asleep on my chest and a mostly empty liquor bottle wedged in between my side and the back of the couch.

My head pounded like someone had taken a hammer directly to my skull. My stomach churned, threatening to make me spew out whatever was left undigested from last night’s dinner. My eyes burned from the light streaming in from the little gap underneath the curtains.

I groaned and ran a hand over my face. I shifted position enough to grab the bottle next to me and down the rest of it in one long swig.

Tequila. I must’ve been feeling adventurous the night before.

I tossed the empty bottle onto the floor and settled back down in the hopes of enjoying whatever precious few minutes of sleep I had left before the smartphone nestled in one of the pockets of my sweatpants screamed at me to get up.

A cold nose pressed against my chin followed by a tiny paw on my cheek killed my hopes of being able to get back to sleep, but it was impossible to be too pissed off about that while Jack Jr.’s sparkling red eyes peered down at me as he chittered happily.

“Yeah, yeah.” I reached up to gently stroke his white fur with two fingers. “Daddy loves you too.”

Jack Jr. nuzzled his nose against mine and continued on his way, climbing over my face so that he could nestle into the mess of black curls on the top of my head.

I grabbed Billy to pull him closer too. He squeaked in protest at being woken up, but it must not have bothered him too much considering he immediately shifted to nose his way under the collar of my t-shirt to curl up and go back to sleep.

I spent several minutes attempting to fall back asleep before I finally started to come to terms with the fact that that wasn’t going to happen. I fished my phone out of my pocket to check the time. 6:45. My alarm was due to go off in fifteen minutes, so there wasn’t really much of a point in going back to sleep anyways.

I heaved a sigh and gently moved my baby boys into a better position for me to stand up. I managed to stumble forward several steps towards their enclosure before I realized that I was still wearing my shoes.

I froze in place, a confused frown tugging down the corners of my lips as I tried to work through the brain fog to figure out what the hell I had gotten up to the night before. I’d thought I had been through my normal Monday night drinking binge, but if drunk-me thought he needed shoes, he must’ve been up to something.

I pushed aside all the thoughts racing through my head and kicked off my shoes before continuing on my way to the rat enclosure. I wasn’t exactly a stranger to getting blackout drunk, so I wasn’t nearly as concerned as I probably should’ve been. Besides, unless it came to bite me in the ass later, it wasn’t worth dwelling on.

I exhaled sharply in an attempt to dispel all of my racing thoughts, and I opened the door to the rat enclosure. I gave Jack Jr. and Billy each a few pets before reluctantly prying them off of my shirt to set them down inside their enclosure.

Well… I suppose cage would be a more accurate word for it, but… I don’t like the idea of shoving my baby boys into a cage. No, the enclosure was more like a small room, taking up about half of my living room’s back wall. It was split up into three different levels with ramps leading up between them, and it had various toys and little places to hide scattered throughout.

I took a moment to make sure that they were both settling down nicely, but I couldn’t linger around there too long. I heaved a sigh and ran a hand through my hair as I turned to stumble my way towards the bathroom.

I didn’t realize that I was still wearing my contacts until I got a glimpse of my face in the mirror without the layer of blur that generally made it easier to look at myself in the mornings. A snarl formed on my lips as my gaze shifted from the blue of my eyes to the little scars peppering the right side of my face. I stood there staring at myself like an idiot for much longer than I’d care to admit before I finally managed to kick my ass into gear enough to take out my contacts.

For whatever reason, the sudden layer of blur that covered everything made the pounding in my head about a hundred times worse. I popped a couple of over the counter painkillers and did my best to shut my brain off and let my body kick into autopilot.

I managed to zone out enough that it was more like I was watching myself go through my morning routine instead of actually going through the motions myself, which I’d consider a success. I didn’t fully snap back to my senses until I was well on my way out the door and on my way to the stairwell.

“You look like shit,” a familiar voice greeted me as soon as I stepped onto the fourth floor landing.

“Humph.” I fished a tin of breath mints out of the inside pocket of my suit jacket and popped a couple of them into my mouth. “You don’t look much better yourself.”

It was a total lie. In the roughly eight years since I first met Allison O’Connor back at the New Valhalla Police Academy, I’d never known her to not be incredibly well put together at all times. Her blonde hair rarely fell out of its neatly twisted braid, and her light brown eyes had a constant don’t fuck with me type gleam to them. She also had the added bonus of not looking like a walking corpse, which is more than I can say about myself most days. But, of course, I had no intention of relaying any of that back to her.

A frown turned down the corners of Allison’s lips, and she narrowed her eyes at me. “You okay?”

“I” ⁠— I did a last second pat-down of all my suit jacket pockets to make sure I had everything I needed on me ⁠— “might have a mild hangover.”

Allison pursed her lips at me, but if she wanted to say something criticizing my drinking habits, she managed to hold herself back. “Uh… right.” She flipped her braid over her shoulder and turned to start making her way down the stairs. “Don’t barf in my car.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose as I trailed closely behind her. “But okay.”

Allison said something else, but I’d stopped listening at that point. It probably wasn’t anything important anyways. She knew better than to expect me to listen to her before I’d even had a chance to eat breakfast.

We made it all the way out to the baby blue police issued Chevy Impala waiting for us in the parking lot with the occasional “yeah” or “uh huh” on my part before Allison finally stopped talking.

“You” ⁠— she clicked the little button on her key fob to unlock the door ⁠— “haven’t been listening to me, have you?”

I shrugged in response and ducked into the car through the passenger’s side door. I buckled my seatbelt and leaned my seat back as far as it would go. I propped my feet up onto the dashboard and laced my fingers together behind my head.

Allison wrinkled her nose as she slipped into the driver’s seat. “You’re going to get dirt everywhere.” She pursed her lips and pushed my feet back down onto the floor.

“Can we hurry this up?” I huffed and sat up straighter. “I want my fucking pancakes already.”

TAGLIST (lemme know if you want to be added or removed!): @hannahs-creations, @waterproof-pages, @adaparkwrites, @kentukazash, @cabvswater, @dazed-night-lights

#the hangman confession #wip excerpt #excerpt #wip #writeblr

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harmandy · 4 years

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—- ☼ (keri russell, forty-one, cis female, she/her.) have you met HARMONY ANDREWS? they’ve been living in PEARL HEIGHTS for ELEVEN YEARS now, but are originally from ESSEX. you can catch them working as a RECEPTIONIST, which makes sense as they’re GOOD-NATURED and OPTIMISTIC, as well as OVER-PROTECTIVE, and HOT-HEADED. keep an eye out for them! (ooc: pace, 21+, gmt, she/her)

hi, friends ! y’all can call me pace, and you may remember me from such roles as ‘admin that calls everybody her pals and uses too many exclamation marks’ ! i’m super excited to get bayhaven up and running ( and hopefully thriving ! ) and writing with your glorious muses ! i’m also playing FREYA and SOFIA, and their intros should be up just after this one ! so, in the words of shania twain, let’s go girls ! p.s i’m famously bad at intros at the best of times, but i’ve been wrestling a migraine for the last few days and i’m actually writing these up early and scheduling them; i’m hoping to be around, but want to be prepared for if i can’t be. so i gotta be honest, these are all a lil rushed, but hopefully they give a vague idea and enough of a gist !

ABOUT:

so, harmony’s actually a lot of fun for me -- she actually started as an npc from a different character’s background, and i just grew really attached to her ! i loved harmony as a concept and as a character, so thought it was about time i played her properly ! so, i revived her ( did i mention she was always dead before ? my gal was always dead before oopsie ) and here she is !

she’s a receptionist up at bayhaven’s hospital, so sometimes works funky hours, and has four smashing lil’ children ! i say children,,, two of them are grown adults, but... her kids !!! she’s dedicated her life to those little demons !

harmony is a chocolate loving, pasta making, scrapbooking, junk journal doing, laundry folding, zero-luck-with-love-having, legend, and she just has a lot of love to give.

i miiiiight be open to putting up wc’s for the two oldest kids at some point ( with like lots of wiggle room and ofc as Different characters than the ones i’ve developed before ) but i’ll have to see ! i keep flip-flopping between wanting to and not so i feel like that’s a ‘i should think on it and see how things go’ kinda sign !

i tried to whip up a a condensed rundown of her backstory, her kids and how they came to be, etc. but it got so long and rambly. however, i’ve copy and pasted the bullet points and whacked them HERE instead if you’re curious, especially while her full biography is a wip !

so she’s a mother of four to nevaeh ‘nev’, faith, harvey, and avalon ‘ava’ and they range from aged six to age twenty-four. she had her eldest at seventeen, and has been cut off from the rest of her family ever since.

however, her aunt didn’t plan on dying when she did, so hadn’t gone over her will recently ---- if she had, she may have realised that she never took harmony out of it, and harms inherited her house in bayhaven when her youngest child ( at the time ) was four, and she and her family have lived together in pearl heights ever since.

she loves the community in pearl heights. she loves that everyone seems to have eachother’s backs, and actually like she fits in somewhere. they have a nice lil four bedroom house ( or three bedrooms and a box, as she calls it ) and since the arrival of harm’s fourth and final kid six years ago, and w/ nev being older, they converted the loft into an extra bedroom, so nev sleeps in the attic like a rat !

she’s a busy bee, tbh ! she works full time, has a herd of youngens to keep track of, loves cooking so makes nice hearty, homey meals almost every night, has a Very precise laundry routine, and she’s a creative lil fuck ?? really into bullet journaling but also making junk journals and loooooooves a scrapbook.

she’s a very sort of No Nonsense lady. she just doesn’t have time or tolerance for bullshit anymore, life’s too short and she’s had enough shit thrown at her.

however, her heart is Big. her life is dedicated to her kidsies, but she’s always known for taking in strays. a mate of her kids’ need to stay ? okay cool lemme grab you a blanket and the guest pj’s. her house is very Busy, like all the time. everyone is welcome at all times. friends over for dinner !!!! extra kids running around because harm is absolutely nuts and probably thought ava having three friends over would be fiiiine !

she has stats !

as well as a pinterest board !

CONNECTION IDEAS:

friends friends friends !!!

neighbours !!

friends thru their kids ?? her kids are 24, 21, 15, and 6, so if other folks have kids near those ages ! yeehaw !

youngens she’s basically adopted because she’s such a ‘your parents suck ? i’m your mum now’ person tbh.

harmony has such potential for angst and i’m always for it my guys.

EXTRAS:

i know bayhaven exists in a wonderful world where the dreaded c-word ( no, not that one -- not that one either... ) doesn’t exist, but we’re sadly not so lucky, so i hope everybody is keeping well and looking after themselves, and that bayhaven can function as a nice distraction, as well as a creative outlet and something to fill the time !

i usually am a ‘i love rp icons, i love gif icons, i love gifs, use whatever and i’ll match’ kinda person, but two out of the three fc’s i’m using are ones i didn’t have a folder for before the rp, and keri has zero gif icons until i make some ! i’m workin’ on it ! but she’s beeeeautiful and has lots of gifs and some rp icons, and i’d be happy to make more in the future too, so we’re goin’ with it for now !

i’m a small text gal, but if you wanna make it bigger when reblogging our threads, you’ll get no complaints from me ! the only thing i ask is that bold/italic text is left alone and not reformatted, as they’re almost always used as ( in the wise words of josh peck ) emphasis, when it comes to me !

a bit too personal, but i’m actually currently coming off my adhd meds, and one of the things i’ve noticed, is that i find spotting typos harder and that kind of thing, so if we could just Bear With, i’d really appreciate it ! it also makes me forgetful as sin in the short-term, so again, please just !!! bear with !!! and patience is reaaaallly appreciated !

#bhintro #i'm so sorry i'm half asleep and my brain hurts hopefully these make sense!!#♡ *ﾟ ━ ◣ ooc. ◥

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solesurvivorpaigeargot · 4 years

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Well holy heck, we’ve been live for almost a month!

I wanna thank everyone for making me feel so welcome after taking the dive into a new fandom. These first few weeks have been a blast, and I’m hype and heck for Sketchy Saturday this weekend and keeping it around as a regular thing every Saturday. [A note, that’s Saturday Guam time. If you live on the mainland US, my Saturday morning is your Friday afternoon. Yep, I live in the future. It’s weird.] Seeing that others have made comics about their player characters makes me even more hype to put my own project into full motion, too :D

Speaking of, I’m gonna get back to it. Expect one more WIP image in about an hour when I call it a night... hopefully I can finish Hancock’s face XD

Also, since we fucking blew past the 50 follower milestone in a heartbeat, I’m wide open to suggestions for what I should do to celebrate 100 followers. Considering I’ve picked up five more people today, I’m getting the sense we’re gonna be hitting that one sooner than I expected. Hit my askbox, lemme know what y’all think.

#THANK YOU EVERYONE!

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valdczz · 5 years

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* alexa demie. she/her. cisfemale. ╱ i am pretty sure i saw celina valdez at manon’s party that night. the twenty-one year old is in their third year at west bridge studyingmass communications. i hear they were at manon’s party because she never misses a party. i wonder if they got the same restricted call as us. will they comply? + getting high between classes, disappearing before things get too complicated, eyes that invite trouble.

heyyyyyyy there, y’all ! my name’s claire, and i’m the bitch who’s always late to the party. but, HEY, at least i made it. ¯\_( ᵔ︠ ͜ʖ ︡ᵔ)_/¯ i’m 20, go by she/her, and i live in the est timezone. i don’t sleep tho, so i’ll be around late into the night tbh. i haven’t been in a rp group in a while, but once i heard that pinky was reopening… BOI I FUCKIN RAN !! i’m posting late as hell because my teachers are tryna KILL ME WITH ALL THIS DAMN HOMEWORK FFSBVHB!!!! but anyway hehe, lemme tell you about celina aka hell on heels but my mf baby.

just some stuff ( tw. mentions of drug & alcohol use )

so let’s just right into it. celina's that girl from school that you’d hear about before you meet. she’s wildt. absolutely nuts. she luvs to do bad shit, and that’s her brand. a total party girl with an attitude, and she’s never a missed a party while at west bridge.

the funny thing tho is that she’s from a family that wants to keep a particular image, one that’s especially family friendly. she’s the heiress to a toy manufacturing company, but she absolutely has no intentions of taking on the business. she’d rather just spend their money and head on out. however, her parents had other plans for her. they were tired of her behavior, so they gave her an ultimatum — “get a degree and show us that you can get your shit together, or you can kiss your trust fund goodbye.” she’d scoff at this and say it was unfair, but her parents meant business. so, she packed her backs and ended up at west bridge.

at first, she’d think that west bridge was too small and too boring, but it didn’t take her long to find her first college party. the cycle was continuous — spend the whole night out, go to class the next day hungover, do the bare minimum to stay afloat, and then repeat. she wasn’t planning on letting her parents ruin her 20′s, so she’d keep up a lie that she was doing well and spending most of her time in her room while actually getting cross faded with some randos in the library bathrooms.

she’s majoring in mass communications with a specialization in advertising. she’s not really interested in it, but she’s doing it nonetheless. she figures it’s too late to switch to something else, and she’s just ready to get the fuck out of school.

when it comes to manon, she viewed her mostly as a rival. people loved manon, worked to be her friend, and she had so many people at her side. whenever celina saw manon, she saw someone who she wanted to be. the rich girl who ran the school. the center of attention, so when she had turned up dead, she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. in her head, sure, it was bad, but manon out of the way, celina could take her place... omg celina is fucked up ...

one thing is for sure, her parents COULD NOT find out about what happened at the party, and they especially couldn’t find out that she was there or involved. she doesn’t care what it takes. she’ll do anything to keep them from finding out.

the type of person she is

ok so if anyone remembers jade from the last time pinkyswear was open, celina is basically the complete opposite of that. she’s got a nasty attitude and a taste for chasing fun, whatever she deems that to be. she’s not one to hold her tongue. it can get her into trouble. about as much trouble as her impulsive actions get her in.

she wants people around her. she wants people to like her. there’s nothing more she wants than for people to be see her as the center of the room. she wants all eyes on her. does that make her self-centered? was it caused by her being the last born in a family of 6 and struggling to stand out in positive ways? she doesn’t care.

when it comes to friends, she’s probably bad at it, especially b/c ppl kept her around for her money in high school. she’s not really upset about that, and in fact, she kinda sees it as normal. if she fucks up, she’ll buy you a new fendi purse or an expensive watch. that’s what people want, right? and if it keeps people coming back, she’ll do what it takes.

celina’s actually pretty smart, but she’s got an unwillingness to actually apply herself to her academics. she’s def the type of person to know some off the wall fact but if you ask her anything from the lecture she’d just heard, she wouldn’t be able to tell you. mostly b/c she’s too busy on her phone trying to find out where she’s gonna be that night.

she’s a highkey pleasure seeker. whatever it is that will occupy her time and thoughts and distract her from the bad, she’s completely down.

big ol bisexual ! let’s celebrate everybody ! she’s not really a good person to date tho so she usually keeps it to just casual tingz since she’s not really a tied down type of gal.

she’s just a real big mess bvdhjbdsjc.... and it’s prolly just gotten worse

her ugly wip pinterest is here

i don’t really have wanted connections as of this moment but i’m sure they will come to me & that’ll be a whole other post of me being ssssttupiiddd but :^) until then, i luv to brainstorm so hmu and let’s pop off about our muses

so yeah dats it for now, pals ! more will come as i develop her and plot with all you lovely ppl so hit me up !! if you like this, i’ll fly to ur ims for plotting n tings ! if ur not into plotting through tumblr, i have discord, and i’m down to give it to anyone who asks !! anyway, i’m so excited write with you all!!!

#pinky.intro #｡ * ❀ ⊰ ooc ⊱ ﹠ take a piece of my heart !#i'm a #mess :^)))#and there u have it folks...#i am so laZY n i didn't proofread this so if there's any mistakes forgive me i'm stupid

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benjaycaptain · 5 years

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“Ben has a harem fic” ... pls elaborate that sounds amazing

NOT AS AMAZING AS YOU THINK

cause maybe you think me being me = ben having a harem means orgy timessss BUT YOU ARE WRONG

lemme badly paint the scene for my wip lmao here we go:

au where literally every single kingdom/person who has a crown has a harem as a form of status symbol thing. harems also kinda equal sexy beings a royal can call to their bed and have at their beck and call. not always, but it’s known and accepted. enter ben. he hates this tradition. he finds it hypocritical of people to see being basically toys for the crown as a high status thing and that those chosen should feel extremely honored for it while also keeping their place below the crown and being silent, pretty things; arm candy and nothing more.

so. ben being the little shit he is devises a plan. if y’all wanna make me partake in this terrible tradition, he thinks but not says because saying it aloud will reveal his master plan, i’ll dismantle everything and show y’all how ugly y’all are. so he goes to the isle of the lost. and just chills there. enter this handsome young dude who saunters up to ben in order to pick his pocket. just as ben planned. because ben knows any pickpocket worth their salt would inspect their score thoroughly. and said pickpocket would learn that ben is in fact the future high king of auradon. and said pickpocket would then take ben to whatever gang leader has the most weight on the island.

which happens. because ben is smart. but also because ben is spiteful and wants to destroy auradon’s reality.

so jay brings ben back to mal and uma [mal because she’s jay’s leader and uma because he picked ben’s pocket on her turf]. and there he sizes them up while they try to size him up. and he tells them straight up that he wants the kids off the island. but he needs their help to do it. uma is wary but wants to hear his plan. so ben explains.

he will take a handful of the second gen as his harem. since it’s choice and his harem, his decision would be HAVE to be accepted; other royals and officials can’t do shit to stop him. meaning that he could bring kids over to auradon without any hurdles. but that’s only part of the plan. he needs whoever will agree to be his harem to be on their best behavior. because if they can sell the image of model citizens, ben can use that to bring the rest of the kids over.

mal is like fuck that noise why should me or my crew be your sex slaves. and ben is like. no. definitely not. if you all agree, i’ll draw up contracts and there will be no fuckery happening. so everyone is intrigued. but ben says he’ll give them a week to think about it. he’ll then return with the contracts for their review. he just needs to know their names. so they tell him. mal, evie, jay, carlos. uma, harry, gil.

uma asks him if gil being who he is will be a problem. ben says not at all and it might even be more effective. uma is impressed.

ben leaves. the islanders discuss the pros and cons. a week later, ben returns and gives them their contracts. uma being uma goes over them. they are damn near perfect, and all in their favor. by all rights, they would have power over ben, not the other way around. this seals the deal. they all sign.

and so their journey to dismantle terrible systems begins.

fic will feature:

ben being super duper adamant about not being inappropriate with the group but also obliviously seducing them all

so many balls and royal functions where some or all of the islanders have to be ben’s dates

core romances with ben being jay, evie, and gil

uma and harry too, but they’re mostly into each other more

mal and carlos are only doing this for the other island kids

evie dealing with people whispering behind her back because, even tho she’s an islander, it is extremely unseemly for a royal to be in a harem

islander tension in that jay used to be uma’s squad before mal stole him

adam/beast being a colossal dick in that he actually puts his hands on ben and keeps a sickly belle away from her son because he doesn’t approve of the harem choice

audrey teaching the group how to “fight” in auradon’s style

so slowburn that readers might get blue balls to match the group’s

ben breaking down in tears due to [spoilers]

so yeah. IT’S A DUMB POLITICAL DRAMA AND SLOWBURN. lots of segments have been written. but this fic isn’t high on my list so whoops.

#shippy speaks #or once again rambles lmao #i just liked the idea of a dangerously politically savvy ben sticking it to all the snobs #and i liked the idea of him obliviously seducing the others when he promised not to be inappropriate lmao #but yeah this isn't something that's high on the list so who knows when or if it gets finished #Anonymous

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nine-prcnt · 5 years

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late night slips, early morning corrections

requested by @yumesagashite

i think as much as xukun likes have things planned and prepared and be ready for whatever is going to come his way, this would be more spontaneous

he’d be exhausted after a long day of practice and hours in the recording booth for the next mini album, collapsing into bed next to you who is supposed to be sleeping

i dont think that xukun would be very vocal about how much he loves you but it would be extremely apparent in his actions as he would always consider what you wanted or felt before doing anything and he would make sure that if he couldn’t make an occasion such as a date that you would know as early as possible bc he really wanted to make this relationship work

he would make sure that you had a date night every month and try to spend as much time with you as possible so that the apartment you shared wouldn’t seem empty a lot of the time you were there

this has suddenly turned in of xukun as a boyfriend or partner wow

but he would lie down next to you and kind of just look at you, bc recently he hadn’t been around as much as he would have liked to be but you understood and he sent messages throughout the day to let you know that he was thinking of you

it would be very late and you are in that middle ground of not able to move bc your body feels so heavy but also mostly aware of your surroundings and you’d notice xukun next to you

he’d get up though to go shower bc he can’t sleep if he is all sticky and dirty from his sweat and so you just keep trying to go to sleep

not that much later he comes back out and lays next to you, staring at you again for a few minutes in silence before he finally lets it slip

‘i’m so in love with you’

he places a kiss on your forehand before turning over and finally sleeping and getting the rest that all of them need bc they neeed to stay healthy jfc

in the morning, you wake up first and stay in bed for a few moments where you remember the sudden confession of xukun’s from the middle of last night, you smile to yourself and glance down at the sleeping boy next to you. you can’t help but run your fingers through his hair and ruffle it, making it slightly more messy than it was already

he starts to move at your touch, cracking open an eye to peer up at you and a half sleeping smile breaks onto his face

‘good morning baby’

‘kunkun,’ you croon at him.

he moves his arm so that his hand is resting on your thigh as he rubs small circles onto your bared skin, enjoying the heat that radiated from you. he sees the slightly blank but nonetheless warm gaze your eyes are holding and he nudges you softly

‘what is it babe?’

‘you love me?’

your voice takes on a teasing tone and he buries his head in between your thigh and the bed to hide his flushed cheeks.

‘you heard that?’ it’s muffled but you hear it all the same.

you chuckle and leave the boy in your bedroom and go to the kitchen, allowing him some time to collect himself before he faces you again

by the time he leaves the room and enters the kitchen you’ve busied yourself with cooking some eggs among other things for breakfast but the two of you are soon finished breakfast and quietly enjoying the first morning in a while where xukun hasn’t had to rush out the door early in the morning

he wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your head and the two of you stay like that for a long time until you break the silence

‘kun?’

he hums a soft response as he breathes in your scent

‘do you love me?’

he pulls back and for a second all that runs through his mind are panicked thoughts. was this all a mistake, do you not love him? has he pushed you too far by trying to make you say it?

you slowly turn around, looking up at him with a glow in your eyes and break into a soft smile when you read the worry from his face

‘yes i love you, all of you and nothing less.’

so apparently i have had this completed and everything, just sitting in my drafts for the past like half a year??? okay what is wrong with me? im sorry doll that this has come so fricking late! idk if i’m going to do the other requests in my ask box who knows, idk if any of y’all will see this anyway but lemme know

masterlist // rules // wips

#ninepercentnet #cai xukun #nine percent #nine percent aus #nine percent bulletlist #nine percent writing #nine percent imagines #idol producer #idol producer imagines #nine percent scenarios #idol producer scenarios #idol producer writing #idol producer aus #idol producer bulletlist

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age-sliding-flug · 5 years

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FAQ/Q&A

Figured I outta do this, just so everyone knows my pronouns/so I can answer some questions in advance.

PERSONAL QUESTIONS

Q: What are your pronouns? A: He/Him, please.

Q: What’s your name? A: Harrison [REDACTED], but y’all can call me Harry :3

Q: How old are you? A: [REDACTED] (Not comfortable with sharing, but I am 18+)

Q: How long have you been writing? A: 6+ years; pretty much all fanfiction. Working on a few original projects, but I’ll probably never share them here.

Q: Why so secretive? A: I hate to admit it, but age-sliding isn’t exactly well received by most folks, as most people associate mental regression with DDLG/CGL sexual play, which is... problematic, to say the least. Also, I’m very shy. (I swear to fuck if any of you send my series to Alan, I will fucking kill you. I would die of embarrassment.)

Q: Is Harry even your real name? A: No, it’s not my most preferred name. I’m a trans guy, so I’m already coming up with a new name for myself; thought I’d experiment with one I liked on here, even if I already pretty much have my new name figured out. (And no, it’s not Harry as in Harry Potter, it’s Harry as in Harry Dresden from The Dresden Files)

Q: Do you age-slide? What even IS age-sliding? A: Yes, I do indeed age-slide, but it’s not as often as it used to be for me; a lot of this series is me low-key coping with my age-sliding issues. As for what age-sliding is, age-sliding is when someone- typically an adult/older teenager- will mentally regress. More often than not, this is due to trauma from the age-slider’s youth (such is the case with me), and is the mind’s attempt to return to what was perceived to be a simpler/safer time. It’s different for everyone, and can be on different levels of manageable/difficult to deal with.

Q: Why is your AO3 username BottomDeathstroke if you’ve only written Villainous fics on there? A: That account was never intended to be for this series- which wasn’t planned to even be a series to begin with- and was intended to be a place for me to write and post NSFW/unrelated mental regression DCU fanfiction (starring Deathstroke usually, because I love him). Once this series is done, I’ll probably post that sort of content on there, but for now Villainous has taken over my life.

Q: What’s your main account? Both on AO3 and Tumblr? A: [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]

Q: What did you think of Villainous’ pilot? A: I absolutely loved it! I actually wrote an alternate ending fic for it set in the AU, which you can check out here! The pilot is very good, please watch it on YouTube and support the people behind it!

Q: Are you okay with getting asks/questions/prompts? A: Absolutely! I’m always happy to answer people’s questions; whether they’re about age-sliding, the series, or just from a few curious anons!

Q: Can people do fanart? A: YES!!! A thousands times yes!!! Gosh, that would absolutely make my day! If you do any fanart, please either send me a link/submit it to me and I’ll make sure to check it out/post it on this blog! If you want to be labeled as anonymous through a submission, please let me know so that I can list you as such!

FIC/SERIES QUESTIONS

Q: Did any other fics inspire this one? A: Yes! “Spare the Rod and Spoil the Scientist” on AO3 by yucky was a HUGE inspiration for this series. I know they haven’t updated in awhile, but the fic in general is very good, and definitely has some elements that I really like! Please check it out if you can, and send the author your support!

Q: What made you start writing this fic series? A: TBH, I dunno. I had just moved to [REDACTED] at the time I started, and was feeling incredibly lonely (I also was just getting over 1+ year’s worth of writer’s block). I only intended the first fic to be a one off sorta deal, but to my surprise, people seemed to actually like it, so that gave me the courage to keep going and, well... I got thinking about the rules of this AU’s universe/added the Heroic Crew, and from there everything spiraled out of control.

Q: Where can I find your fic series? A: I plan on posting full descriptions/links on this blog at some point, but for now, here’s a link to my AO3 profile: BottomDeathstroke.

Q: How old is everyone in the fic series? A: Okay, lemme list the ages from oldest to youngest: Black Hat: 1000+ White Hat: 1000+ Clemencia: 32 Demencia: 31 Slug: 22 Flug: 18 505: 2 606: 2

Q: Is this series going to go on forever or is there a planned ending? A: All too often I see age-sliding/mental regression fics go on for a bit, only to suddenly stop updating, which is pretty disappointing tbh. I do plan on having a big finale (that’s gonna be one hell of an emotional roller-coaster), but that’s not for quite awhile, as I want to fulfill all my planned fics (Flug confronting his mom, talking about where tf Slug and Flug’s dad went, Black Hat and White Hat origins, Clemencia and Demencia babysitting, winter holiday special, Halloween special, Black Hat teaching Flug to play the piano, etc) as well as do a few requests/ideas for the readers.

Q: What’s the ending gonna be? A: ;3

Q: Why is Flug trans? A: Because I’m trans and projecting, next question.

Q: Any other LGBT+ headcanons for the cast? A: Uuuuuuuuuh, Clemencia’s a lesbian, Demencia and Black Hat are bi af, White Hat is pan, Slug is gay and in the closet, Flug and BH are both trans but handle it in very different ways, and 505 and 606 are... bears. Yeah. I also see Flug as ace, so there’s that. The projection is strong with him.

Q: How old are Black Hat and White EXACTLY? A: Fuck if I know. They’re supposed to be from the very dawn of man, but the few times I’ve mentioned their ages during different time periods, I’ve realized how much I’ve fucked myself over doing that. Does it really matter? Probably not, but I like to be organized and flesh out the universe, so I’m dying, y’all.

Q: Why so much world building? A: I dunno, it’s just the way I am. I like a precise set of rules within my stories, and I like to delve into the politics of that story out of sheer curiosity. Besides, I’ve always been a huge superhero/supervillain fan, so getting into how those professions would actually WORK in a developed universe is fun for me!

Q: Has canon content ruined anything for you? A: Not really, but it’s changed my theories for people quite a bit (particularly for BH’s origins and Flug’s backstory). I’ll admit, there are certain things that I sometimes wish I had done differently, if only to fit my current theories for where the series is heading. But I don’t regret the headcanons I used for this series, and I’m gonna stick to them throughout, even if I don’t believe all of them are true anymore! (Y’all can take trans Flug from my cold, head fucking hands, tho.)

Q: Why are you writing a Heroic backstory fic if they’re not even canon characters? A: First of all, they’re canon in my heart. Second of all, I just thought it would be fun to write, and it definitely has been! Writing it has been interesting to say the least (and an important lesson on why long WIPs are a bad idea for me, rip), but I don’t regret it, and I’m proud of how it’s going so far! Still, definitely looking forward to getting back to our villainous favorites.

Q: When ARE you getting back to the Villainous characters? A: Soon, I promise. In the meantime, I DID write a fic with them in it recently,. Which, again, you can check out over here, as it’s an alternate ending rewrite for the pilot episode. But yeah, they’ll be back soon, I just want to finish “Taming a Stray” first.

I think that’s it for now! Lemme know if you guys have anymore questions that need answering, and I’ll be sure to add them to this post (or answer separately)! Have a good day!

#q&a #questions and answers #harry speaks #please check this out if you can!#black hat tries to be nice #taming a stray

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lunatens · 5 years

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a couple of updates:

hello lovelies !!! i just wanna let y’all know what’s going on! first of all that you SO MUCH for anyone who sends in requests, it’s really fun to write for people and i appreciate all of the very kind things people say so much, it really motivates me to keep writing! if any anons want to claim an emoji or a name or anything lemme know id love to talk to y’all my inbox is always open!! it’s not just for requests, feel free to tell me about your day or whatever the heck you want! ily all!!

the next couple weeks are a lil hectic for me, i’m moving back home for the summer and gonna be working 2 jobs for a bit so i apologize if i don’t get to requests super quickly but i promise i’m working on them and keep sending them in!! i’m hoping i’ll have LOADS of free time after my nct concert in 2 weeks so i’m very excited!

i feel like i had something else to say but i can’t remember lol, but yeah also if you’re curious about stuff/requests i’m currently working on check out my list of wips! you can access it from my masterlist <3 okay i hope y’all are having a good day!!! (also there’ll be a new short lil blurb tonight so stay tuned!)

#text #update #lunatalks

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urdearestmom · 3 years

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hello again :)

so I thought that since I’ve decided to try and be more active here in the meantime, I’m going to post the biggest WIP I have currently! It’s already up on ao3 and ff here and here respectively if you prefer those platforms :) it’s a bit different than anything I’ve tried before so lemme know what y’all think !

Max didn’t think much of the house as her mom parked the car in front of it. It was an old farmhouse on the outskirts of a tiny Midwest town. Half the bars of the wraparound porch were rotting and most of the paint was peeling off if not completely gone, revealing first a dusty red and then sky blue under the spotted white, which gave way to aged grey wood.

“Are you excited?” Asked her mom.

Not really, thought Max. “Sure,” she replied. “It has potential.”

It was a Sunday. Tomorrow she’d be starting at a new school, coming in a month after starting her junior year in the city. Her mom was going to be marrying her boyfriend, Neil, in mid-October, so they’d thought it would be great to all move in together before the wedding as “preparation for living as a family” and luckily moving day landed on a weekend.

Neil himself wasn’t so bad, at least not to Max or her mom which was Max’s main concern, but his son was a nightmare. Billy was probably just all-around the worst person Max had ever met. He was arrogant, cocky, and mean, and Max just didn’t get why he had to be her problem. She’d never wanted a brother.

“Speak of the devil,” she grumbled. Billy had appeared on the porch as soon as she stepped out of the car.

“Welcome home, Max,” he greeted, spreading his arms as if standing in the entrance to some glamourous palace. “Hi, Susan.”

Max’s mom came around the side of the car smiling. “Hello, Billy! Why don’t you help your sister get some boxes into the house? I’ll be right back,” she added, making her way up the steps.

Billy came toward Max without saying anything, so she decided to ignore him and start getting boxes out of the trunk.

“I don’t care what she says,” he said as he reached her. “You’re not my sister.”

Their parents were always forcing the idea of the two being siblings onto them, even though clearly neither of them agreed with it. Billy had said this same thing to her dozens of times.

Max rolled her eyes. “You say that like I want to be your sister. I don’t like this any more than you do.”

“Good.”

Walking into the house, the porch actually didn’t feel as rickety as it looked, which Max supposed was a good thing. The front door opened into a mudroom sort of area, past which Max could see a room with a fireplace and what was probably the kitchen at the end of the hall. Her mom and Neil were standing in there going over some papers on the counter.

She passed a staircase leading to the upper level halfway down the hall and decided to set her boxes on it for a moment.

“Mom?” She called.

Her mom looked up. “Yes?”

“Which one is my room?”

“Whichever one Billy didn’t put his boxes in,” said Neil. “Ours is the one right off the stairs.”

On the second floor, there was a room right off the stairs just like Neil had said, with a bedframe in it and a mattress surrounded by boxes. The room in the middle of the hall also had boxes on the floor, as well as a crumpled Coke can and some errant food wrappers. That left the room at the end of the hall, over the kitchen and facing the back of the property.

Stepping into it, Max was impressed by the amount of sunlight let in by the windows. The ceiling was slanted but fairly high above her, which was a change from her room in the old house. She set her boxes on the floor and went to take a look outside.

From her window she could see all the way down to the edge of the property, which was a bit of a distance. Clearly the people who’d originally lived here had been farmers, judging by the fields in the distance. She wondered if the fields still came with the house, or if they were owned by someone else now.

There was a creek bubbling along where the grass met the trees on the border fence with the neighbours, and Max liked that although the front of the property was entirely wooded save for the driveway and a bit of space around the house, the back had quite a bit of empty grass. There were of course bushes and trees, and she could see some kind of structure near the creek that looked like it might be a storage shed or a small cabin. It looked interesting, so she decided she would go take a look once she had all her boxes up in her room.

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Close up, the shed really did look like a little house. It even had a chimney. Who knows, Max thought, maybe it was a house. The door gave way with a little push, and she found the inside was just big enough to have been a sleeping space for a few people, with a bit more room on the side where the chimney was. Her first impression was that it was dusty, and it looked like some animals had made a home of it in one corner. Probably raccoons. There were also some gardening implements scattered around the room, so it likely had been used as a shed too.

The grass grew tall around the walls, and the bushes almost obscured the double doors in the ground. Max would have tumbled over them and straight into the creek if she hadn’t seen the rusty latch sticking up. She was confused for a second but then she realized it must be a root cellar. She remembered hearing about them in third grade social studies when they learned about pioneers. It looked like it was just as old as the house, and for a second Max wondered how old the house actually was.

When she lifted the latch and pulled the doors open, the strong smell of dirt hit her nose. There were steps leading into the darkness, dug directly out of the soil, with rotting planks still covering some. For some reason, this root cellar seemed to be pulling Max into it. She couldn’t fathom why, but something was telling her that it was important.

Of course, there was nothing in there. There was some wood on the ground that had probably been shelves at some point, but other than that it appeared as though the root cellar hadn’t been in use for a very long time. Max was disappointed to find that it was nothing but a musty hole in the ground.

As she turned back toward the house, the creek behind Max seemed to get louder for a moment, and when it did, something strange happened. The old, peeling, desolate-looking farmhouse didn’t look anything like it had a second before. It was almost like a superimposed image, except Max was looking at it with her own eyes.

The paint was a fresh shade of blue, with white trimming, and there were flower boxes in the windows. The porch looked brand new, and the kitchen door was wooden instead of the metal one Max knew she had opened not fifteen minutes ago. There was a clothesline by the side of the house, hung with some dresses, pants, and aprons, flapping in the breeze.

Then she blinked, and the image was gone. The old house was back, and there was no breeze. It was actually the hottest day of September so far and the air felt stagnant. Max wondered if maybe the heat was getting to her and giving her hallucinations.

Inside the kitchen it was a bit cooler, but Max still stopped to have a glass of water and clear her head before heading back up to her room. While she was outside, the men had brought in her bedframe and mattress from the moving truck that had arrived earlier, so she got around to building it back up.

Her mom called her down for lunch right after she’d finished making her bed. She was sitting at the table in front of a plate of sandwiches, pouring herself a drink from the lemonade pitcher. Billy had apparently decided to eat outside, as was obvious by his shadow in the window, and Neil was nowhere to be found.

Max sat down and helped herself to a sandwich.

“So how are you liking the house so far, Max?”

Max swallowed. “It’s fine, I guess,” she said, shrugging. “I like the back. Did you see that little shed thing down there?”

Her mom nodded. “We saw it when we checked out the property but I haven’t really thought about it much.”

Max didn’t say anything for a moment, but then she remembered the vision she’d seen. “Mom, do you have any idea how old this place is?”

“I don’t remember exactly, but it’s in the papers somewhere. I know it’s at least a hundred years old,” she offered. “We have a chain of title that shows all the owners of the property since- oh, I don’t know, 1840-something.”

“That’s cool.”

Ms. Mayfield furrowed her brows. “Why are you asking? I never thought history was something you were interested in.”

Max leaned back, chewing. “No reason. It just looks so old I wondered.”

After that, her mom let it go. Max spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking all her stuff from the boxes, hanging what needed to be hung in her closet and leaving the rest of her clothes stacked in piles on the floor along with some books and other stuff she hadn’t thrown out before moving. She built her desk and set it up in the corner near the window so she’d get a lot of light, but her dresser would have to wait until tomorrow.

It was early evening when she found herself sitting at the desk watching the sunset. Her bedroom windows faced west, giving her a wonderful view. The temperature was finally dipping to a more acceptable September level as the sun fell below the horizon, and Max wondered what Dustin would have thought of this place.

It was the first time all day that she had thought about him, surprising herself. A huge part of her not wanting to leave her hometown was that that had been the place where she had known him and grown up with him, and also the place where he had departed. He had been an enormous part of her life and that city was her main connection to him.

Her mom had thought it would be good for her to get away from that place and give herself time to heal, but Max wasn’t sure she agreed. It had been almost a year and she was still struggling to cope with the loss. It was hard not to blame herself even when everyone else told her it wasn’t her fault.

Looking out on the wooded landscape with its green trees and grass and bushes and the little creek running through, Max decided Dustin would have loved her new house. It looked just like the set of every one of his adventure stories. She was thinking about how exactly he would explain that shed and root cellar and her very weird vision of the pretty house when she noticed movement outside.

Someone was walking around by the shed. At first Max thought it was her mom because it clearly wasn’t a man, but she quickly scrapped that idea because the woman was a brunette with a long braid down her back. Max’s mom had bright red hair just like her, and she didn’t own any ankle length dresses either.

It looked like the woman was carrying a bucket of something- maybe milk?- and headed in the direction of the cellar. Max only looked away for a second as she got up to look closer, but when she looked back, the woman was gone. Vanished straight into thin air with no trace of her.

“What the hell?” Murmured Max. Something very strange was definitely going on at this place. The longer she thought about it, the more she realized… maybe the woman was a ghost. The dress she’d been wearing looked old-fashioned, like Anne of Green Gables old-fashioned, and that was in line with the age of the house.

Seeing ghosts was the last thing she needed. Max already had too many nightmares about death.

At dinner she decided to bring it up, but nobody seemed to believe her. None of them had seen anyone either. Billy went so far as to call her stupid and ask what kind of drugs she was on, to which her mother didn’t react. Neil only clenched his jaw, but it was enough to shut Billy up. She could hear them yelling outside as she made her way to the bathroom between hers and Billy’s bedrooms to shower before bed.

Later, Max was sitting on her bed braiding her wet hair, looking into the darkness outside. It had been a long day to say the least. But something outside kept calling her. She needed to find out more. The most she could do tonight was at least go investigate the scene of the sighting, right?

There was no deliberation. She threw on the closest sweater and snatched a flashlight out of what was quickly becoming the junk drawer in the kitchen on her way out the back door. The darkness of the yard was only lightly illuminated by the moon, but Max’s flashlight beam cut through easily.

As she drew closer to the shed and the cellar, she wasn’t sure whether she was supposed to feel scared. If she had seen a ghost, who was to say it wasn’t malevolent? What if it was waiting for her? Maybe she’d been the only one to see it because it had wanted her to be the only one. But at the same time, nothing about the woman had seemed creepy or threatening other than her being a stranger… and nothing had seemed scary about Max’s vision of the house, either, which she was sure was related.

Soon enough, the flashlight beam hit the side of the shed. Max walked all around it and found no signs of anyone being there. She checked inside and found it empty. The bucket the woman had been carrying wasn’t anywhere. The doors to the root cellar were closed with the latch, which they wouldn’t be if someone was inside, so that was another possibility eliminated.

Max was starting to doubt herself. Maybe she’d imagined all of it. It certainly seemed like it, and it was the only thing that made sense. She didn’t put much stock in her ghost theory.

“Okay,” she said to herself as she marched back to the house. “I have school tomorrow and I need to sleep. Stop thinking about ghosts.”

But she struggled to fall asleep that night, her mind racing with possible explanations for what she’d seen. She knew she wasn’t crazy. Something had to be off about this place, and Max was going to find out.

#Long Past Dawn #ff #ao3 #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #LPD #st #urdearestmom

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I got tagged by @happyisahabit, a space fool, a pumpernickel, a baker who has yet to give me baked goods, please give me a cupcake

1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean?

because anabell is love and anabell is life

2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/favorites, follows/subscriptions, visitor hits, kudos)

uh... good question

seems like Fleeting has the most reviews and faves with a STAGGERING 26 reviews HAHAHAH

3. What is your FFnNet/AO3 profile icon, and why did you choose it?

@xwynn sheds a tear every time but i goddamn love it

4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters?

Yeah dude @fluffypuppy77 and @quantamtheory1 for sure, something about seeing them warms my heart tbh. and then those i can’t find on tumblr but are active on ffnet are “Whispered Winters” and “8YearsOfMaka”

5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again?

i’ll be real, i haven’t read much fanfiction lately, but if you force me to put a name on something then i’d say any of @happyisahabit‘s works

6. How many stories are you subscribed to? How many do you have bookmarked?

they’re pretty much outdated and irrelevant now

7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most?

mythology, fantasy, supernatural, fae, witchy, magical; because i always return to my roots

8. How many people are subscribed and bookmarked to you in total? (you can view this on the stats page)

listen, im thankful the maker of this ask game put where you can find it, but i can’t be arsed to check xD

5 mins later: i found it, but look im so pleased Total views to Profile Page : 1,881 that’s a beautiful number. a really good number. a mirrored, symmetrical number. i like that shit. NO ONE ELSE VIEW MY PROFILE FROM NOW ON. IF THAT NUMBER CHANGES I’LL CRY.

9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!)

I’ve always wanted to write obiyuki or like z.//e-ki or rusa the og ship id die for, but, one is too old shit, two im not quite there with character understanding and world competence yet but soon i’ll show up, and three the fandom is crazy and i wouldn’t touch it with a 10 meter pole. guess which.

10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc.

to echo liz, FINISHING MY WIPS???? and also writing cute smooches would be cool tho, but im too busy writing angst for that

11. Do you write rarepairs or popular ships more often?

i feel attacked by question eleven and i don’t like it’s tone.

12. How many stories have you posted on FFNet/AO3 to this day (finished and unfinished)?

69 stories on ffnet :) hehehehehehehehehe 69. + 1 cuz i posted one more a couple of days ago. i think there’s a disproportionate amount of unfinished fics to finished fics there too. it’s like schrodinger's cat at this point to my poor subcribers: am i gunna post a new fic or update an old one? if i don’t post you’ll never find out

@rebornfromash look hehehe 69

13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program?

don’t.

14. Do you write down story ideas, or just keep them in your head?

i have sticky notes, note cards, notebooks, dump docs on both google drive and word doc and notes on the iphone, slipped pieces of papers jammed into books, and friends who i just burst in and go “hi i have an idea and im going to use the ctrl f function to document my shit”

if i keep it solely in my head then it becomes lost and no longer a concept

15. Have you ever co-authored a story?

yes i have :) good stories, better partners

16. How did you discover FFNet/AO3?

i think my very first time i ever went on the site was caused by @roni-westbrook, a dramione fic called harmony

17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on FFNet/AO3?

nah

18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers?

Thirsty Monsters From The Loch. Sip Sip Bish.

19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write?

one day i took at look at myself, and i went, “are you ready to truly become fandom trash?” and an answer came almost immediately, “hell yeah”

20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author?

Write. For. Your. Self.

i can’t say that enough because if you decide to let your audience dictate what you write and how well you write and how you feel about your writing due to the lack of reception or lots, you’re just entering a world of hurt. one day you may feel great about your writing because you got over a hundred notes, only to realize that you get at most about 30 for a popular ship and good idea sometimes and can’t figure out why. one day you may feel fabulous about your fic you worked hard on and love what youve done with it, only to see no one else cared. i’ve seen so many friends in pain from this, and i know that pity reblogs and reviews from me are only going to solve a problem in the moment and not in the long run.

you gotta be your own number one fan, realize who youre writing for and why youre writing. and alternatively if you write something for just a remote group of friends or even just one person as a gift, then please realize that their response and reaction will mean more to you than hundreds of others who simply stumbled upon it. ok?

21. Do you plot out your stories, or do you just figure it out as you go?

i plot the skeleton most of the time, but then let the writing dictate where it’s going to go next. yeah you heard it here folks, my plot writes itself, because that’s how you get a realistic and non forced narrative

22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do?

wow have y’all ever read that shit fic from 2015 that people took way too seriously? but that’s really it, im truly lucky

23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..)

A C T I O N

24. What story(s) are you working on now?

this is a call out post and i don’t like this.

25. Do you plan your next project(s) before you finish your current ongoing story(s)?

number twenty four and number twenty five are conspiring against me and i feel attacked

26. Do you have a daily writing goal set for yourself?

Absolutely not because I either do 8K in a night or 10 words in a month and there’s zero ground inbetween

27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started?

both yes and no because i’m extremely lucky to have been able to have a great running start in 2015, but i think i plateaued as an author in terms of quality

28. What is your favorite story(s) that you’ve written?

Fleeting is still by far my favorite story because not only is @captainpomelo a great person to work with but also i still think about it to this day, my goal for 2018 is to finish it

29. What is your least favorite story(s) that you’ve written?

shit.fic.of.2015.

30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years?

like, better, hopefully

31. What is the easiest thing about writing?

lyrical writing esp when it’s 3 am and im listening to “i will survive” on repeat

32. What is the hardest thing about writing?

not writing passive voice

33. Why do you write?

it looked fun, and boy was i wrong. it’s suffering.

Lemme get those tags in shout out to everyone previously tagged plus @lucyrne @sabraeal @ilarual @sahdah @fullmetalgrigori

#about me #tagged #long post #nessingaround

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