#thank you for the asks btw! i appreciate it

[pb524830]

right where you left me

part: 1 pairing: paige bueckers x oc word count: 2.6k c/w: language a/n: heyyyy everyone! my anons have been begging for another series like anyone else, so here's one i've been thinking about for a second and finally put to paper. i hope you like this just as much as 'anyone else'. btw, if you guys want to send in long ass asks live reacting to my writing (whoever @imaginespazzi 's anon is that does this, i LOVE it) it's such a great way to know what you do and don't like about my writing, and i'd so appreciate it. love you guys!

I blink as the sun hits my eyes, almost blinding me. I stretch at my front door, loosening my muscles that are still a little tight from sleep. I squint against the blaring sunlight, then push my AirPods in and start off down my street. It’s this quaint little neighborhood in Virginia, a not-too-far cry from my home state of Minnesota. 

My run is peaceful, Kendrick Lamar blaring in my ears, the music a smooth symphony of artful lyrics backed by a spurring beat. I take down about three miles, reaching what looks to be an old basketball court before slowing to a jog, then a halt. I pant, placing my hands on my hips and allowing my chest to heave as I recover from the run. My sports bra and shorts are soaked with sweat, but the summer air is refreshing.

I tip my head back, soaking in the sun, when I hear a voice behind me. “Hey, you shooting or…” I whip my head around, the voice impossibly and frighteningly familiar. 

No fucking way.

“Maya.”

“Paige,” I breathe. 

She hesitates, a ball braced at her side, and it looks so natural, just as it always has. She’s wearing a white tee shirt and dark shorts, with blue, red, and white shoes on her feet. Her hair is parted down the middle, slung into a bun at the base of her neck. My breath catches when my eyes meet her stark, blue ones - pools of crystal that glimmer in the summer sun. Her limbs are long and she’s tan, her lips stuck in that damned half-smirk that used to drive me crazy. It fades from her face a little as she takes me in, and I cross my arms over my stomach self-consciously.

“What are you… what are you doing here?” I swallow hard as I stutter over my words.

She coughs awkwardly, tossing the ball back and forth between her hands. “My friend, Azzi - don’t know if you remember her, um… She lives here. In this neighborhood. But we also moved to Virginia when we- when I left for school.”

I remember Azzi. She was one of Paige’s basketball friends, a tall, pretty girl with dark hair and a kind smile. Paige clears her throat. “You… uh, what about you?” I blink. “Oh, um. Yeah, same, actually, my family moved here. Also.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

We’re quiet for a few more minutes. It’s my turn to clear my throat awkwardly.

“Still dancing?” She asks. 

I laugh nervously. “Can’t seem to stop. Still hooping?”

She smiles a little more at that. “Can’t seem to stop,” she echoes back to me. Paige hesitates for a moment.

“You look good,” she admits after a few moments.

My eyebrows shoot up. “Oh! Thanks, um… you do, too. Look good, I mean. You look great!”

She raises an eyebrow at my rambling. “Great?” She muses.

I scoff. “No, good. You look good.”

“No, I got it the first time.” Her smirk is widening, her tone teasing.

“Good.”

“Not great?” She’s pushing my buttons now.

“Paige, stop,” I blurt out.

It hangs over us - my usage of her name, the undeniable tension that lingers in the air, nearly suffocating. 

She looks down at the ground, kicking at it. “Sorry,” she mumbles. 

I sigh. “No, you’re fine. I should- I should go.”

“Maya, don’t do that. Look, I’m sorry-”

“No, I should get home. It was good to see you.” 

Stubbornly, I plug my headphones in, pretending not to hear her voice calling out my name, the sound of it echoing behind me, praying I can drown out the past if I just turn my music up loud enough.

************

“You’re doing it wrong. Put your foot down on the off beat.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Paige demands, and I bite back a grin.

Patiently, I re-explain the 8 count to her. “It’s just a stupid TikTok. Bro, you’re so extra,” she whines. I hold my hands up. “You’re the one who said you wanted to learn it for real. Like, dancer-style.” 

“I never said that.”

“I think those were actually your exact words. Okay, look-”

Paige groans. “Can we take a break?” She begs, grabbing her phone and tossing it onto her bed. She collapses onto it right after, shrugging her shirt off before falling back onto the pillows. I roll my eyes, grabbing my own phone. I sigh, looking at my notifications. Paige’s eyes flicker to mine. “What? Nicky again?” I shake my head. “It’s just… I need to break up with her.” Paige tries and fails to stifle a grin. “You think she knows?” She asks. There’s a hint of smugness to her tone that I don’t like. 

I narrow my eyes as she eases off the bed and approaches me, slinging her arms around my waist. “Knows what?” I ask. Paige smirks. “You know what,” she smiles, dipping her head to mine. I shove at her chest, but she pulls me closer. “Knows what we’re really doing?” Paige teases. “Shut up, Paige,” I chide, but she moves in, anyway, slotting her lips against mine in a slow, meaningful kiss.

Her lips work against mine skillfully, and though I’ve only kissed Paige a few times by now, melting into her is only instinct. “Did you eat my Nerds?” She demands, pulling away and licking her lips. I crinkle my nose at her. “Maybe?” She shakes her head at me, mischief glinting in her eyes, before she hoists me up, tossing me onto the bed. “You’re gonna pay for that,” she warns playfully, before tackling me, fingers poking into my sides and eliciting raucous laughter from the both of us. “Okay, okay! I’ll buy you more, stop! Stop!” I shriek. She collapses on top of me, ignoring the way I push at her shoulders. 

Paige stares down at me, then leans down to connect our lips again, mouth dancing languidly with mine. I sigh, pushing a hand into her hair and responding eagerly, winding my leg between hers. “Tell her,” she urges, pecking me once. I sigh. “I know. I feel awful about it.” She pushes her body slightly up and nudges my nose with hers. “Come on. She’s not stupid.” She tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “We’re… obvious. You know?” I raise my eyebrow. “If you mean that everyone can tell how bad you want me, then yeah,” I tell her. She sucks her teeth, hitting me on the shoulder. “Tch. You know what I mean. We… were gonna happen.”

I grin at her, though I don’t mean to. “You seem pretty confident about that,” I muse. She grins back at me, her mouth hovering over mine. “Good. I am.”

***************

My run home is more of a sprint, and I’m absolutely spent when I shove through my front door. “Maya!” My mom calls. “Come help with the groceries!” I oblige, unlacing my shoes and skidding into the kitchen. My mom’s head is stuck in the fridge, trying to make room for all the new produce she’s just bought, so I make myself busy storing away the pantry foods.

“You will not believe who I ran into at the store!” My mom exclaims, poking her head out from behind the fridge door. She’s still in her scrubs, probably just having finished off a shift at work. I raise an eyebrow. “Michelle Obama?” I ask. She frowns at me. “You’re not funny.” I shrug. “I beg to differ.” 

My mom is definitely more of my best friend than my actual mom. I mean, she works so much, and I’ve had to practically raise my brother. Plus, with my dad out of the picture since… forever, she’s really all I had.

“Anyway,” she says pointedly, dusting off her hands. “I was at the store, and I ran into Bob Bueckers! Isn’t that crazy? I haven’t seen the Bueckers’ in years, and you and Paige were so close…” My mom continues speaking, I’m sure, but there’s a sudden muffled tone to it, like there’s water in my ears. 

It’s just the mention of her name. I hadn’t heard it in years, had tried my best not to even think of her because I knew it would hurt. And seeing her today…

It isn’t fair. She does look great - better, somehow. Not the tall, lanky teenager I was used to. She’s a whole woman, now - muscled and lean, much more sure of herself. And yet… so much is the same - that damned perpetual half smile on her face, the way she tilts her head, the way her eyes glint. I can’t help but wonder if other things are the same, as well.

If her hands are as warm as they always used to be.

If she still picks her face when she’s nervous.

Fuck. Stop it.

“Did you hear what I said, sweetie?”

I shake my head out of my reverie, turning back to my mom. “Uh, no?”

“I invited them over for dinner tonight. Wear something nice.”

I splutter, processing what she’s just said. “I’m sorry. You what?”

*************************************

“Uh… here.”

I gingerly take the loaf of banana bread from Paige. I don’t meet her eyes as I let her, her brother, her dad, and her stepmom into the house. “Thanks,” I mumble. Drew stares up at me. “You look different,” he says matter of factly. I smile a little at him. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I tease. He narrows his eyes at me. “I’ll let you know,” he informs me, then skips past me. My little brother, Matthew, catches sight of him, and the two of them run off eagerly to play together.

My heart squeezes a bit at this. I hadn’t realized that Paige and I… growing apart, I suppose one could call it, would mean that our brothers would lose a friendship, too. “He’s, uh… He’s tall, now,” she tries, hesitantly. I glance up at her from the side of my eye, walking to place the dessert on the dining table. She follows me. I hate that she does. I hate that she still smells like herself, that the way she looms over me feels oh-so-familiar.

I toy with the sleeve of my top nervously. “Is that- is that mine?” Paige blurts out suddenly. I glance down at my navy blue top, and my eyes widen. She’s right. It is her shirt, and I hadn’t even realized. It’s a bit big on me, and I’d found it in a box after we’d moved to the new house. “Oh. I guess so, do you want it back? I can go change?” I yammer, and she shakes her head frantically. “No! You don’t have to- That’s not what I meant, you-” She clears her throat.

“It looks nice on you.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

I chance a glance at my feet, my hands, anywhere but her. She sighs. “Well, this is fucking awkward,” she mutters. I laugh hollowly. “Whose fault is that, hm?” I say, and I can’t keep the acrid taste of resentment out of my voice. I don’t miss the way her eyes flit to mine, mouth twisting with an unspoken response. “Maya-” she starts. “We should go help,” I interrupt, turning on my heel and walking quickly to the kitchen. 

As though it couldn’t get any more awkward, Paige ends up right across from me at dinner. Our parents chatter away, our little brothers in some heated discussion about basketball, and all she and I can do is pick at our food. There are onions in the stir-fry my mom made.

Paige hates onions.

I stifle a grin, despite myself. She’ll eat them, anyway, but I see her pushing them around her plate, putting it off. “Problem, Paige?” I ask sweetly. She narrows her eyes at me. “Not at all,” she shoots back. My mom abruptly stops the conversation she’s having. “Are you alright, honey? Is the food okay?” Paige nods hastily.

“Yes, Ms. Jacobs! It’s so good,” she reassures her. My mom cocks her head, sharp as ever. “Well, you’ve hardly touched it!” I bite back a laugh as Paige shovels a huge scoop into her mouth. “Really good,” she says around the food, smiling as best as she can at my mom. My mom nods, satisfied, and turns away. Paige shoots me a look, kicking me under the table.

I’m shocked. So shocked that the action is natural for her, and shocked at what I do next: kick her back. She gasps, and I guess the huge bite she’s just taken goes down the wrong pipe. She begins coughing violently, and my eyes widen. “Paige? Maya, honey, take her to the kitchen! Get her some water,” she instructs, concerned. Paige thumps her chest, holding up a hand. “All good, I swear,” she tries to say, but her coughs swallow her words.

“Okay, get up. Come on,” I sigh, walking around the table to haul her to her feet by her elbow. I drag her to the kitchen, patting her on the back. I hand her a water bottle from the fridge and she accepts it gratefully. When she looks to the ceiling, her eyes are glassy with tears. “You’re such a little shit,” I sneer. “Me?” She demands indignantly. “Yes! I didn’t even kick you that hard,” I complain.

She raises an eyebrow. “What? You want me to show you?”

“You kicked me first!” 

“You were instigating,” she hisses back.

“Spell ‘instigating’, Paige.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“Find someone else to do it. That’s what college is for, isn’t it?”

We both fall silent at that. Then, realizing how close we’ve gotten, we back away.

“Sorry,” I mumble.

She sighs. “No, it’s… I deserve that.”

I bite my lip, glancing at the ceiling. “It’s fine. It’s been… what, three years?”

“Still. I should’ve-”

“Look, dude, I’m over it. I’m just giving you a hard time,” I say. Lies. I’m not over it. Not even close. 

She blinks. “Yeah, no. Of course. I’m- I’m over it, too.”

“Good.”

“Great.”

It’s so painfully awkward that I want to scream. This is someone who had seen me at my worst, who had held me sobbing when I hadn’t gotten into the school I wanted.

This is the person who sat with me when my dad died, and I had grappled with the grief of losing someone I had hardly ever known. 

This is the person who had seen all of me, who had taken my virginity, who had kissed away all my fears and made me feel loved and safe and whole - and the person who had made all of that come crashing down in one fell swoop.

And now I look at her, standing in my kitchen, far from the Minnesota homes we both grew up in. The sharp pain of ‘I don’t fucking know you anymore’ stabs at my heart, nestles into my throat, and I feel tears pricking at my eyes. 

I turn away from her and march back into the dining room.

I’m done letting her make me cry.

It’s later that night, long after Paige and her family have left, when I’m finishing up washing the dishes that I hear a knock on the door. I frown, wondering if my mom is expecting someone. Drying my hands off with a towel, I warily open the door.

It’s Paige. My breath catches.

“Hi,” she starts uneasily.

“Hey. Did you forget something?” I ask, keeping my distance.

“Huh? Oh, no. I just…” She swallows hard, looking at her feet.

She clears her throat. “Can we talk?”

[mitamicah]

Re-reading Tolkien books while daydreaming about the SyS turned out to be the perfect recipe to get elf prince Kris Guštin :'D

[002yb]

All x Jason is my favorite, haha. He deserves to be spoiled! This whole thing is wonderful, and I so appreciate your answers / world-building. 💕

How aware is Jason of the odd tension / rivalry surrounding him?

And is there any situation wherein Jason finds himself jealous of the attention someone else is getting from Bruce (or any of them)?

When it comes to batfam tropes, the one where everyone is weirdly over-the-top intense about Jason might be my favorite, hahaha. Something about this boy being smothered with love and being equal parts bashful and exasperated about it is ahhhhhhh mwah!

Anyway, I'm happy that you're enjoying secretary au~ thank you so much for the prompts/questions/interest in it! (●´ω｀●)ゞ

Batfam + Jason dynamics:

He's aware that he's popular with all the Wayne boys though he’s oblivious to the extent of it

While he can't fathom why, he's not put off by it.

He won't admit it to anyone, but Jason is actually sort of really pleased with their relentless attention??

Maybe it's a subconscious thing where Jason remembers them (everyone sans Tim, lol) and is melancholic for them and they soothe this ache Jason doesn't even know is there because of the amnesia and ahhhhhhhh

But yes, Jason has a lot of confusing feelings and an envy he can't explain whenever he sees Bruce being fatherly towards Tim or Dick.

Like he'll often catch himself staring, or losing his breath, or having to blink back this burn in his eyes and it's weird -- Jason knows that, but it happens time and again

Consciously, Jason sees Bruce as his boss. Subconsciously though? Ugh, he yearns for his dad. ;//////;

As for Jason being possessive of Bruce? Yes. And Jason has no idea what to do about it because that's his boss? And the only people he's jealous/envious of seem to exclusively be Bruce's sons?? It's so unprofessional and inappropriate and confusing.

And Bruce always goes into brooding mode because it never fails that Jason gets all standoffish when this happens. Bruce assumes he did something wrong, but really Jason just feels awkward because there's no rationale for why he's being such a possessive bitch towards his boss, hello?

[ninjakk]

Hey!!

I recently saw someone claim that Wei Wuxian was starved of conversation on his journey to Yiling with Lan Wangji and Wen Ning and so board he needed to chat to people before they ascend the mountain. I hadn't really noticed this until it was mentioned. What do you think of that scene?

I love your meta and fics btw. You use your understanding of the novel in your writing and it's just *chef's kiss*

Hi anon 👋🏻

Personally, I've not seen any comments regarding the above - but we can certainly look at the text in question 😊

Let's take a look at the scene in question:

Several days later, they arrived in Yiling.

The Burial Mounds were less than five kilometers ahead of this small town. Although they didn’t know exactly what awaited them there, Wei Wuxian had a feeling it wasn’t anything good. But Lan Wangji was right by his side, his gait steady, his gaze cool. Wei Wuxian had never been one with any sense of crisis to begin with, and with the way Lan Wangji looked, he was even less likely to get nervous at all.

Passing through the small town of Yiling, he was awash in the sounds of the local accent. It was invigorating and incomparably endearing. While he wasn’t planning on buying anything, he couldn’t help but strike up conversations in the local dialect with the street vendors. Only after he’d had his fill of socializing did he get down to business.

“Hanguang-jun, you remember this town, right?”

7S translation

So the scene opens with WWX gushing over how safe and happy he feels around LWJ. He's just so thankful to have someone by his side, someone he can fully depend on and is there for him, should he need it. This very much echoes his thoughts from when they began their descent from the Cloud Recesses, at the start of their journey here. For someone nearing the place he met such a gruesome end at previously, he seems incredibly content and calm - all thanks to LWJ. So straight away, we are reminded of how WWX feels around the other man. It's there for a reason, to set the scene. WWX is relaxed and enjoying himself because he's with LWJ.

They have just arrived in a city he is very familiar with. It's the place he both lived as an orphan and frequented as a man while residing at the burial mounds. He is surrounded by the accent of his "home" for the first time in over 13 years and it's making him feel sentimental. I also think it's a great parallel between when WWX finally visits Lotus Pier in the coming chapters and how desolate and subdued the place has become since JC became sect leader.

I think the above reaction is very normal considering the emotional impact it obviously had on him. WWX has already stated on numerous occasions that LWJ makes him happy and he enjoys his company, but he's also very sociable and likes to look around markets and chat with vendors - there's even a scene in the novel which states as such and many other examples. Although WWX is running around chatting and exploring the stalls, LWJ is still by his side. Doing so does not subtract from his obvious enjoyment of having LWJ's unwavering presence.

We see more than enough evidence that WWX happily chats to LWJ and that he, in turn, even responds and asks questions also. There seems to be this mind-boggling misconception that LWJ literally doesn't speak, and if he does he's like some caveman that can't communicate effectively, when it's the exact opposite. LWJ talks when necessary and is very succinct with his words - he's a true gentleman of their time. Of course, in comparison to WWX, he's much less chatty - but when he does talk it's sincere and relevant. WWX loves this about him! He's also an incredible listener and doesn't miss a single thing WWX says, which WWX also appreciates! Hardly anyone listens to all his ramblings and holds them all so dearly!

It's funny, because although WWX chats to anyone and everyone, it's obvious he enjoys conversing with LWJ the most. He treasures the fact they are on the same wavelength and understand each other implicitly 🥰

Aww! Thank you so much anon! I'm glad you are enjoying my meta and fics ❤️

I hope I managed to answer your question! Have a lovely day 😘

[exchangestudentnova]

I just read your Yandere vampire OM brothers and I was wondering what about yan vampire Lucifer and MC who has a blood clotting problem like they cut their hand or whatever and the blood keeps pouring nothing you dramatic bit still like Woah u good??? (don't feel forced to do this btw, also I love ur writing!!!)

hey anon!! I sorry for being this late to your request, I hope my writing is a fine apology for that.

Haemophilia is one such genetic disorder where the person's blood doesn't clot easily. Although it is a reccessive gene, you were born with one. It did not pose much threat to you due to the advances in medical treatment keeping you alive for so long, so you never worried too much about it.

You did worry about it when you were asked to come to Devildorm for one year. "One whole year?? How am I supposed to survive there!?" You somehow managed to purchase almost months and months of medicines in your little suitcase, but ofc you were bound to run out of supplies in the far future.

Today was one such day. You counted the leafs of medicines left, and all of them were empty. You were being reckless by not keeping an eye on the medicine, and now you have none. Worried, you were trying not to panic in your small cozy room. After taking deep breaths, you came to a conclusion that asking Lucifer to help in this situation would be the best. With that, you went to the kitchen to fulfill Beel's craving of eating your handmade food.

The pot boiling with water and the sound of you cutting the vegetables filled the kitchen. "You called for me? Sorry I was busy with some student council work" you turn your head towards the source of the sound, a soft smile conquring your lips as you meet your eyes with him. He, with a click in his step and his long, black clock hanging from his broad shoulders came up to you and engulfed you in a hug. " how have you been MC?" he spoke in your ear as you continued your chopping. "I am well Lucifer, and yes I did call for you. I need to go back to the human world."

"But why?"

"Because I need to- ouch!"

You took your eyes off of the food to look at Lucifer, which was a bad idea because you now have a cut on your finger from moving the knife wrong. It hurt a bit, but to Lucifer, it seemed as if you have lost half of your body's blood.

"How could you be so careless!? Show me your finger" You could see that his eyes have started to dilate, his fangs have started to appear. Yet he is not even thinking about drinking blood. Instead his eyes, althought appearing to be bloodlustly, are actually filled with concern.

"Did you eat your medicines??"

"Ah, about that...." you told him about not having them, and he sighed. "Well wait here, I have some with me. Don't move from your place and stop cooking" Before he left the kitchen he spoke some words and created magic that collected the blood dripping from your hand. Now you had a small bubble of blood floating in the air that was oozing out.

Lucifer came back within two minutes and handed you the medicine. " Thank you so much Luci, but what will you do with this bubble of blood?" He just gives you a knowing look and brings his tongue near the bubble. You blush slightly as he savours the exotic taste of your blood, the medicine acting fast and stopping the bleeding.

" Why are you blushing MC? Your blood is only for me to taste. Now sit down, grab a dessert from the fridge, and let me finish dinner"

PS: anon you did not mention if Lucifer and MC are in an established relationship or not so I tried to write it in a way that you can insert a romantic/platonic relation between them^^ and also thank you for supporting my writing I appreciate it^^

[ebi-noodle-doodles]

i apologize if this is weird but your fat miku art has helped me with my self esteem <3 im chubby and ive always loved hatsune miku and seeing her so happy has made me feel a lot better about myself. fat girls for the win 💙💙💙

<3

[enden-agolor]

i love your art!! I'm not a big fan of jesskas but it's nice to see your passion in the ship, it gives me good vibes!! anyway, do you have fanchilds or have you considered them at some point? i like them because i feel like it's seeing a new type of connection between a ship :DD

It’s not exactly a fanchild (I personally don’t care for those) but I do love to imagine that in the far future once Jesse has coped through the loss of Reuben and found comfortable ground and the ability to move on from losing his best friend, then he’s able to open up the idea of adding a new member to fit that role in his life. It takes a long time to get to this point, and I feel like the reason Jesse is so awkward around other animals is because they remind him of Reuben. Eventually though he and Lukas do get a dog. Years prior, he would have been so put off by the idea of having a pet like this, but once the offer is up and he’s mentally ready to handle it, he takes the offer and accepts a new member to the family. He can’t help but hold on to his old ways in the beginning, kind of comparing her to Reuben but he very quickly stops that when he realizes this little puppy is a totally different experience, and very much gets a soft spot for her. Also Lukas loves to see their little family grow…

[askcapital]

Capital looks around, sheepishly. They remain quiet for a bit, before speaking up.

Uhm. I, uh, should say... thank you.

-> Capital seems to be getting hang of it... slowly but surely?

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[comradekatara]

First off, PLEASE always talk about LOK with venomous cuntery but the thing that always makes me giggle abt the Bolin, Mako and Korra dynamic is that Mako exists to be the broody bad boy and as such- came with a broody bad boy sob story. His parents died, he became homeless for a while, had to go into pro-bending to make money. But all of his brooding, angst and stoic attitude is COMPLETELY undercut because Bolin is standing RIGHT THERE absolutely unaffected despite going through the exact same thing- showing what a cheap gimmicky writing effect the backstory actually is.

LMFAO YES thank you it’s so stupid like they literally had all that happen to him purely for dramatic effect without actually exploring what that means or implies for his and bolin’s psyches, or even remotely attempting to explore and expose the systemic issues that enabled their suffering. although it’s genuinely crazy that bolin is as dumb and naive as he is considering that he’s only like a year or two younger than mako. i get that mako was looking out for him but it’s crazy that we’re expected to believe that mako is some kind of cynical mother hen, meanwhile bolin cannot fend for himself whatsoever and his brain is the size of a pea. genuinely nonsensical. also i find it kind of funny that mako gets the batman backstory of seeing his parents murdered in front of him (probably in an alley) as a child, whereas asami gets the huge mansion billionaire heiress tech-savvy loner who drives a cool car and has a sassy gay butler and fights crime with gadgets part of batman’s character (and she’s also an orphan whose parents were murdered in front of her btw). so republic city is not only shanghai, hong kong, singapore, new york, and detroit (see: hiroshi as henry ford), but also gotham. very cool writing, not at all shallow or cluttered in any way.

[puppyeared]

Hey I’m new to the LMK fandom, why do so many people ship Sun Wukong and Macaque??

A lot of people like the hurt/comfort potential because of their backstory and because they’re just really good counterparts lol. Macaque even makes a whole play about their past relationship, which is where a lot of that fuel for the ship comes from and the whole “the hero and the warrior were like the sun and the moon” spiel that people love using for shits and giggles. There’s also a really strong enemies to lovers sentiment and i think it’s kinda sweet

Personally, I just really like riffing off the divorced energy. To me, these idiots would rather beat the shit out of each other than make up and I really really eat that up. Not just as a joke, maybe as a way to cope with their feelings like “I want things to go back the way they were but this is all I can do”

[official-penis-posts]

hey why is this blog so much more creative than all the other "official ___ posts" blogs ive seen? you're just like. funny.

Idk. I was late to the Gimmick Blog Summit because I was taking pictures of a tree that was shaped like a dick, so I don’t know all the rules

[tackytigerfic]

hi! do you like comments on fanfic? I'd like to leave ones but I don't want to be annoying

Hello Anon, thanks so much for the ask.

Personally, I do love getting comments on my fics. I had one on a really old one of mine recently and it was such a treat to think of someone looking back over things I wrote many years ago and still reading them.

I'm a member of lots of fandom discords and writer spaces and I don't think i've ever heard any author say that they find comments annoying - in fact, it's quite the opposite! for most of us, comments are like gold and we treasure them.

I have fallen hideously behind on my replies to comments on my fics (i mean, i am years behind) and it's one of the things i miss the most about my early days in fandom. getting to chat to people who have read??? my writing??? and liked it??? amazing!!! But I usually write a note at the end of my fics to say that even though i may not be able to reply straight away, i read and appreciate every comment hugely. and it's true. from the long comment with quotes from the fic and personal anecdotes, to the comment with the single heart emoji, I feel genuine gratitude towards the commenter.

I myself often worry about leaving comments (silly intrusive worries like: does the author want to hear my stupid thoughts? what should i say to let them know how much i loved this? am i being weird about their fic? etc etc just bad brain stuff) and usually i try to focus on the fact that i'm just thanking them for a gift, and they are more than likely going to be really happy to know that i liked it at all. and a positive comment of any kind can convey that and make an author's day.

All that being said!!! I would never expect a comment from any reader. I love them when i get them but I don't expect them, and I definitely wouldn't want someone worrying about what to say, or to be stressed over leaving a comment. I want my fics to be enjoyed in whatever way makes the reader feel most at ease.

[diverbots]

i really like the way you draw soldier 76, so would you be willing to draw him trying (and failing) to rollerskate? it's funny to imagine such a stoic man cartoonishly slipping around on skates trying not to fall

[mack-anthology-mp3]

CAN YOU DROP THE LYRICS FOR DON’T OMFG

oh yeah i was going to i forgot about that hehe

here they are!! under the cut

If you could start this over, what would you not do again?

I’ll be standing in the doorway, waiting for my only friends

deepest heartache, deepest headache, tie black ribbons ‘round my eyes

do not tell me how you’re feeling, cross it out one thick black line

I don’t think you’re mine

I won’t tell you that it’s fine

If there’s a chance there, I don’t want it

turn away another time 

If I knew how you’d react I would try

showing you another side of me

you can go now but deep down

that’s not what I mean

you will stay here, haunted place inside my memories

put the walls up, draw the curtains, pretend that we can’t see

I don’t think you’re mine

I won’t tell you that it’s fine

If there’s a chance there, I don’t want it

turn away another time 

I don’t think you’ll be mine

I won’t say that it’s alright

if there’s a chance there, I won’t take it

screaming through a little lie

[5eraphim]

Not a request and more of a question. What do you think will happen if the mercs find out they’re all obsessing over the same person? Do you think they’ll somehow be able to compromise and share them? Love your writing btw!!

i don't know if i could fathom all 9 of these motherfuckers finding one person who would suit all their tastes affectionately speaking. though it's certainly possible more than one would find themselves falling for the same person. but, i suppose if i were to rank the gang from most open minded to compromise with another in the name of mutual self-interest to least interested in sharing would be-

(this is a largely arbitrary ranking tbh, these are just the placements which come to mind first. this is unedited/subject to change upon further interpretation.)

(content warnings: yandere, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, jealousy)

demo: The man is the living definition of the "not here for a long time, just a good time" ideology. A hedonist to his core, it's never been much his style to deny himself life's pleasures, and would want the same for you. though that doesn't mean all shared-pleasures would be short lived. Life's too short to live so withdrawn. While he'd want you to know he still seeing you as his "number one," and would expect the same from you, he'd be alright with the idea of keeping things open, so to speak.

pyro: Considering their mental development is much akin to that of a child, their understanding of love and affection is somewhat under developed. As far as they're concerned, more loved ones together = more happiness, why overcomplicate the matter?

medic: Unlike Pyro who lives in a state of quasi-ignorant bliss, Medic lives for the pursuit of knowledge, to use what time he has on earth to experience all he can. Also practically immune to the insecurity of worrying you'd ever love anyone more than him, partially on account of his god complex, as well as his full confidence you could never find someone to offer you the love and protection he could.

engineer: Known as softer and kinder than the rest, even as a yandere, Engie isn't as intense as the others (at least on the surface.) He's on good terms with just about everyone, and likes the idea keeping you by his side while he's socializing with others, knowing you're too scared to dare try and call out/get help from anyone.

soldier: Obsessed with the idea of keeping you well trained and disciplined, the idea of watching you answer to any one else enrages him. But as much as he concerns himself with "administering discipline," he can be just as apt to reward good behavior, and if you were to ask nicely enough he might be convinced to allow you time to socialize with others (so long as he's present, naturally.)

heavy: A fearsome defender of his family and friends, Heavy can turn from warm and friendly around you to dangerous in a heartbeat if you were suggest seeing other people. It would take a lot of time for him to wrap his brain around the idea of seeing other people, while staying committed to one another.

scout: Tricky to place, because he can really embody either extreme. On the one hand, Scout's always been the competitive type, and constantly vying for your attention, however he can get it. However, he's still a pretty young guy, and likely intimidated by the idea of having to "settle down for good." Not because of any lack of fidelity to you- it's simply a lifestyle so unlike the one he's known for so long. Scout also seems like the most likely to try and make you jealous by flirting with other people when your around, but gets completely pissed off when other guys give you any kind of attention.

sniper: Considering his devotion and history to solitary living, he's most accustomed to living off of the clothes on his back and isn't used to sharing personal property with others. Counter point, all that time alone contributes to an all encompassing touch-starved desire to hold and be held by another warm body. He isn't initially keen on the idea of seeing you touched by others, though could be convinced otherwise if there were something for him in it.

spy: Cold and cynical on the outside, he buries his emotions and insecurities deep down away from the prying eyes of others. While most would see his aloof possessiveness as nothing more than a tactic to keep you close, it's a bit deeper than that. While he'd never admit it, Spy is horrified at the idea of you falling for/caring about someone more than him. Whether you want to attribute this to abandonment issues or narcissism, the severity of his fear of being replaced is painfully real. Spy hates thinking about you not loving him with an intensity like his, but the idea of being "second best" to someone else is much, much worse.

(i apologize for not actually answering your ask, and i really, really hope this doesn't sound rude or judge-y because i try to keep this as a nice, judgment-free zone, but the idea of a 9-to-1 attraction is a little too odd for me to imagine.)

[ashstfu]

I think of you every time I pick up a new book. I always wonder if you’d like whatever I’m reading.