#thank you rapture for that one 😂

[angel-of-the-moons]

Doppelgänger

Miguel x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Angst, self-image issues, mentions of childhood trauma, addiction, our mans has had it rough as fuck™

A/N: Brought on by this post from @tarjapearce and the comments i made (I'm sorry i am a ho for some angst sometimes) I'm merging ATSV stuff with comic stuffs because NO WAY IS HIS MOVIE DESIGN LIKE THAT ON PURPOSE WITHOUT IT POSSIBLY COMING UP IN FUTURE MOVIES ASDFGHJKL

Taglist: @tojishugetiddies

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You came home and it was quiet. Quiet and dark; and already you knew something was up. You left Miguel sleeping so you could attend to some meetings and paperwork at your office, and pick up a few groceries.

Miguel had been acting strange the past few days. You'd asked him if it had something to do with work and he simply shrugged the question aside, like it was a small chip on one of his broad shoulders.

You'd asked him what was bothering him again, and he simply stared at the carpet, muttering something you didn't quite catch, and he went straight to bed.

You were so worried you'd even texted Gabriel on your walk home:

Hey, Gabe...

Heyyyy! If it ain't my favorite brother's girlfriend!

You couldn't help but roll your eyes with a soft snort. You only have one brother, Gabe.

No no, chica, I meant that you're my favorite of any girlfriends he's ever had. 😂

Gabe that sounds a little... Bad. 😬

Does it? Woops! Anyways, what's up? My big dumb, brick-house brother do something to make you mad?

No, Gabe... He's acting weird. Has been for the past few days, and he won't open up to me. I'm worried.

You could see the chat bubble pop up over and over again with '...' signifying that he was in the process of texting. With how many times it popped up and went away you were expecting a bible scripture's length of a text wall.

But what you got instead made your heart sink.

He saw our mom. She... She brought up Tyler.

Oh, god. You knew that Miguel and Conchata had a rocky relationship. Miguel had told you why. It was so bad, even just recalling everything, that you felt Miguel's pain like it was your own.

You also knew that Miguel's biological father, Tyler Stone, was the one that manipulated him, that used him, got him addicted to Rapture and almost killed him...

But it wasn't even the real dose of Rapture. It was simulated. Just another manipulation tactic. It was overhearing that conversation that Miguel found out the truth of his heritage, and you could tell that nugget of knowledge permanently chipped his sense of identity.

Even moreso when he confessed to you about Gabriela--

Your phone pinged.

They fought. It was... It was ugly. I... I didn't know about Tyler. God, chica, I didn't know. Dad was...

You felt your heart flop, knowing poor Gabriel was shielded by Miguel for so long so he didn't have to suffer like he did at the hands of their gaslighting and manipulative mother, his sadistic sperm donor... Miguel wanted nothing more than to protect Gabriel from that pain.

Your fingers flew fast on the little keyboard, a few spelling errors here and there;

God, Gabri im sory you had to fidn out that way

I know. It figures Miguel would have told you, before me, tho. He loves you.

He loves you too, Gabri. God, more than you know. He loves you.

I know. He was trying to keep me safe and out of Mom's drama.

No offense, Gabri, but if I ever see that woman I'm rearranging her face with a shovel.

OMG. I mean... After the things she said to Miggy, I... Kind of want her to at least feel consequences of her actions, y'know?

Oh, she will. Don't worry. Thanks for telling me this, Gabri.

Go cuddle my big brother and tell him I love him, k? Let me know how he's doing.

OMW home now, I'll text you when he's feeling better.

KK, see ya.

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Yeah. You knew for sure Miguel was still heartbroken when you came home after that.

You put the groceries away, a somber expression on your face as a million thoughts went through your head.

God, of course Conchata had to come see Gabriel at the same time Miguel was there. You wouldn't be surprised if either she could have tabs kept on him, just to... to try and lord her power over him somehow, like he was still that scared little boy, holding onto his baby brother, being his shield and buffer from their parents' fights.

That bitch had to have had a hand in Tyler using him the way that he did, that she had to have known about--

Your mind was knocked away from those dark thoughts when you heard glass shatter.

You dropped the bag of apples onto the ground, the fruits tumbling out and rolling across the floor as you made a mad dash to your bedroom.

Noting Miguel wasn't in there, you turned to the adjoining bathroom door, seeing faint light come down from below, small wafts of steam rolling out.

"Miguel?" You frantically called out, knocking on the door and leaning your ear against the smooth metal.

You could hear shuffling and the tinkling of glass shards, as well as the shower running; but no verbal reply.

You knocked on the door again, hurried and a little too hard, your fingers hovering over the control panel.

Before you could push a button, the door slid open.

Miguel was in nothing but a pair of boxers, leaning over your bathroom sink, his hands gripping the marble countertops, threatening to crack the material. Beads of water rolled down his muscular, tanned skin; droplets of water dripped from the ends of his thick, wavy chocolate locks, the natural curls more apparent thanks to the water.

That's when you noticed it. Your bathroom mirror, shattered into a hundred pieces, scattering the counter, floor, and in the sink.

Bright, scarlet droplets were on the floor, steadily building into small puddle from his right hand, his knuckles split, shards of the reflective material sticking out of it.

"I'll pay for it." His voice croaked out, unable to lift his eyes to meet your horrified gaze. "I just--"

"Oh, god! Miggy!" You breathed, reaching out, taking a step towards him, only to wince and hiss when the pieces of broken mirror stabbed the soft, delicate soles of your feet.

You gritted your teeth as the glass crunched, but you grabbed Miguel.

Instantly it was like a switch flipped inside of him, Miguel's head snapped up and he looked down at you, seeing the bloody footprints you now left on your tile.

He looked terrified at what he was seeing. How you just ignored the shards in your body in favor of frantically digging around one of the cabinets for your first aid kit.

"Bebita... I..." Miguel choked out.

When you found it, you killed the shower and stepped into the glass once again, pulling him into your room, and onto your bed, your feet leaving bloody prints as you walked, like macabre rose petals being left in your wake. Miguel had a large enough stride that he was careful to avoid getting any in his feet, but the smell of your blood permeated the air, it made him sick to his stomach. Not with disgust.

With guilt.

Of course, you checked him over first, plucking out the shards of glass from his knuckles and cleaning the cuts out with wound wash, ignoring the blood welling up onto the tile floor of your bedroom from.

You carefully roll his hand as you try to wrap the gauze around his knuckles. "Miggy, can you hold your--"

"I'm sorry." He interrupts.

You looked up at him, and only then do you see his face. Framed in his wet curls, his face was shadowed and haunted, his eyes dark and as tumultuous in a maelstrom of anxiety and fear.

You bring your hand to his cheek, caressing one of his sharp cheekbones with your thumb. "Baby, it's okay. It's just a mirror, I can--"

He shook his head, as if your touch to his face burned him like a hot iron.

He leaned over, grabbing your legs and pulling your feet into his lap so he can assess the damage, and return the favor of cleaning and dressing them.

"You're hurt because of me." He whispered sadly, dabbing the blood away.

"I'm hurt because of the glass, honey." You tell him gently, letting him apply the "honey" to the cuts in your feet, sealing them.

His massive hands encapsulated your ankles, his thumbs rubbing small circles as the rough pads caressed your skin. Like you were made of the delicate gossamer of a butterfly's wing.

He sits like that, not meeting your eyes. And god, did that hurt you so badly. You knew how important eye contact was with Miguel, he almost always went out of his way to keep eye contact when he was conversing with someone. Having him avoid your eyes... hurt.

Because you knew he was hurting.

"Miggy." You breathed. "Talk to me."

You move your feet from his lap and scoot closer to him, moving your face until he locked eyes with you again, and you could see the pain and the tears fill his own as he looked at you; his full, pouty lips trembling in an effort to hold his emotions at bay.

His shoulders dropped low, and Miguel leans forward until he was practically bent in half, clinging to you, burying his face in your chest as he fisted your shirt in his hands.

You rubbed his shoulder with one hand, biting your lip as he softly cried into your blouse, your other hand combing through his messy wet hair.

You stayed like that, for what felt like hours. You weren't sure how long it was exactly, with the blackout curtains drawn and the lights off. The only light that dimly illuminated the room was from your bathroom, and the open door.

He finally calmed enough to speak, to explain why he shattered the mirror.

"...I look like him." Miguel said, his heart in his voice, his soul stripped down and naked with raw pain.

"Mig--"

"God, I look like him. That... that cabrón." He hissed, tugging your shirt in his fists.

"I look like that bastard that... that made me into this." The self-contempt in his voice broke your heart.

You kiss the top of his head, murmuring against him. "No, you don't, baby."

"Yes, I do!" He snapped, pulling himself away from you and throwing himself to his feet. He paced like an angry tiger in a cage, waiting to swat at whatever keeper dared enter his enclosure. He didn't notice that he was stepping into the sticky, dried blood trails you left.

"I have his--his face. His fucking face--" He said, gripping his hair in his hands, tugging as he started to hyperventilate. "My fucking nose, my fucking cheeks, my fucking lips--they're all him! I'm not allowed to be me, every time I look in the mirror I see him! I can't ever get away from him! He's a part of me, he always will be! I fucking look like him!"

You get to your feet, ignoring the throbbing in your soles as you dared to reach out, to touch the pacing tiger.

Your hands smooth up his back, gently, softly; then back down until they wrapped around his mid-section.

You feel him, how tense he is, how his muscles flex at your touch almost like he's bracing himself for some kind of blow that simply will never come from you.

You rest your cheek against his back, feeling how hot his skin was burning.

"Baby. You don't look like him. You aren't him, and you never will be." You whisper.

You plant kisses wherever you could reach, not letting him go, feeling his body shake with each shuddering breath as your soft lips made contact.

"More importantly, Tyler will never be you."

"I--"

You cut him off. "Listen to me... Did Tyler figure out multi-dimensional travel, build a strike force of super-powered people from across the multiverse? Does Tyler, almost every day, work to keep dozens--no, hundreds--of universes safe from monsters?"

He didn't answer.

"And did Tyler Stone protect your baby brother from your mother all these years?"

No answer.

"You are Miguel-goddamn-O'Hara." You tell him. "I love you, with trauma, quirks and all. I love your little scritch-scratches you make, the way your bottom lip pokes out when you pout, your crooked teeth when you smile. I love your ridiculously large body, I love how you hug me. I love the little snores you make when you fall asleep at your desk, how you crinkle your nose when you're about to sneeze.."

You feel his hands slowly rise to touch your arms where they're almost-locked around his larger frame.

"I love how sweet and gentle you are. I love hearing you curse to yourself when you shock yourself with your soldering gun... I love listening to you bicker with Lyla, or complain about one of the other Spiders bugging you." You place more kisses after each sentence; hoping each one plants a seed of love beneath his skin, to bloom into a garden that he can admire and love, not hate for the very skin he was born with out of illegitimacy and infidelity.

"Tyler Stone is not you. He never will be. He will never be as good as you." You sigh against his skin, feeling the goosebumps form in the cold of your room, now that the adrenaline of his anxiety was beginning to fade, and his body became aware of the water that was slowly drying and cooling his skin.

"I love you, Miguel O'Hara. You and no-one else. Don't ever think for a second that you don't have your own identity because of your genes."

He slowly turns in your grasp, looking down at you with raw, unclothed emotion as his hand touches your cheek.

"You're more than that. You're you, and I wouldn't have you any other way." You say, your tone set and jaw tight; every word you spoke carrying a hefty weight of seriousness and honesty.

He smiles, almost sadly as you feel the rough pads of his thumb against your cheek, the little talon there poking you but not breaking the skin.

"...I..." He said, his voice stiff as he swallows the lump in his throat.

"I really will pay for your mirror, you know."

You grin up at him and turn your face so you can kiss the palm of his hand.

"I know you will, Miggy."

"But I am curious... I felt like you were going to keep going with the affirmations." He said, raising an eyebrow slowly.

"Well, the last one..."

"The last one?" Miguel tilted his head down at you quizzically.

You grin at him again, your teeth showing and eyes creasing as you barely manage to reach around him, swatting his ass playfully.

"I also love the fact you have the nicest ass I've ever seen on a man."

He couldn't contain the snort that came out of him, and he reached up to cover his whole face with his other hand.

"Mierda..."

You giggle as you step around him, giving a playful swat to his ass once again as you walk by.

"C'mon, Miguel O'Hara. You got a broken mirror to clean up."

His shoulders lifted as he watched you, his eyes softer than you've ever seen as he smiled.

Yeah. You were right.

He was Miguel O'Hara.

And he was certainly going to pay you back for the smacks to his ass.

[mintly]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

Oh I only just saw this!!!!! Exciting!!! Thank you for sending 💖

These aren't necessarily in my favorite order but here we go!!!

Rupture and Rapture

Good Omens (E)

Pompeii!!!!! Secrecy! Aziraphale eating Crowley out! Destruction of entire cities! All good things djfjdjd. This one was such a challenge to write while sticking to my theme, but also really fun! I'm super proud of how it turned out, and I think the care with the word choice shows! I also learned a lot of volcano terminology which is always a plus.

Sentiments of Great and Indefinite Scale

Good Omens (T, might be M one day who knows)

Is it weird to share a WIP?? I love this fic it is like my sweet child who I nurture by providing many, many shenanigans.

They're in a relationship but Crowley doesn't know it. Somehow. An endless series of misunderstandings. It's goofy, it's goopy, it's banter and romance (OR IS IT) through history.

It's really a blast to write—and I know it's taking me forever but I PROMISE I will finish it. I swear it to you. I am taking your hand and looking into your eyes and promising you it will be completed. I love it soooo much.

Glasshouses

Good Omens (T)

There's something about the vibe of this one that still compels me! I love writing little scenes from their past, imagining where their relationship might be, alluding to what's to come, and using history as a way to parallel that journey. This one takes place during the Industrial Revolution, and I had a really fun time using that transitional period with Aziraphale, wary of change, and Crowley, risk-taker extraordinaire. Plus a greenhouse??? I just love fun settings honestly.

Dessert First

Good Omens (T) - By 11 talented people and also me

I just think everyone should read it because my co-authors are some of the kindest, most talented people I know!!! A collection of sweet vignettes through ineffable history!

I wrote chapter 10, which I am proud of, but I also made all the chapter title cards as a surprise for everyone. The art especially was a really fun exercise in matching tone to style, and every time someone comments about the title cards it makes my whole day! Just a lot of really lovely memories associated with this one ❤️

Dealt a Soft Hand

Our Flag Means Death (M)

My only ofmd fic, but I am super fond of it!!! Also, I had always dreamed of writing a 10k+ M fic 😂 It's a wild, joyous ride from start to finish through Las Vegas. It's about leaning in and doing something wild when it feels Right and having fun being yourself! It's also kind of a love letter to doing cringey tourist things—I fully believe that leaning into an experience is always more fun than not doing it at all. I love traveling, and while I enjoy an authentic local experience too, you can also catch me doing the silly, expected things. ✨

[sitp-recs]

Liv!! For fic recs: 👀 (for snarry if you have one!) (you know I had to ask about snarry!! 😂) but also 👀 in general, too!

Hello Danni my love!!! Look at you sneakily promoting the Snarry agenda, love it 😏

👀 a fic that you love a normal amount:

Snarry - I’ll never be normal about mia_ugly’s Rapture, this fic left such a big impression on me and I’m not even into the time travel trope when it comes to this ship (gimme the age gap damn it!!!!). But ugh the emotional rollercoaster! Their chemistry! The inevitable heartbreak! I’ve read this bracing myself for the train wreck and I revisit it every now and then, choked up on my feels and still feeling completely unprepared despite knowing exactly what happens.

Drarry - I feel like no matter the topic we’re discussing, @tackytigerfic and I always find a way to include screams and whining about Far From the Tree’s unique all-encompassing and devastating beauty, and the multiple ways in which this fic fucked us up for everything that came afterwards. So I think it’s safe to say we’re both very normal about it, oh yes we are 🤡

Rare pair - this post wouldn’t be complete without mentioning my beloved Euphoria by birdsofshore (Albus/Scorpius, Albus/Draco). Everyone and their dog know just how much I obsess over this fic (including birds, thanks to @lqtraintracks 🤣), it’s hands down the PWP I’ve reread the most over the past few years and I’m making it my life mission to introduce it to as many people as I can, this will be my legacy 😔✊🏻

[cha-melodius]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks @three-drink-amy and @rmd-writes for the tag! I picked up my biggest RWRB wip again today, so have some ridiculous boys.

Then, as their laughter fades, Henry gestures to the plate. “May I?” “I didn’t bring them in to be stared at, Fox.” Alex should not watch him as rapturously as he does, but he can’t tear his eyes away from Henry lifting the delicate baked good to his mouth. Henry’s eyes close as he takes a bite, the crisp cookie snapping off in his teeth, he chews once, and then— “Oh, fuck me,” he almost moans, his other hand coming up to primly cover his mouth. Alex nearly chokes on nothing, and a moment later Henry seems to realize what he’s just said because his eyes fly open and he goes red all the way to the tips of his ears. “Um,” Henry manages, swallowing hard. “That’s an exceptional biscuit. I had no idea you could bake like this.” “Just a hobby,” Alex mutters with a one-shouldered shrug. “One you’ve never shared with us before?” “Oh, I’ve brought in baked goods. They just weren’t for sharing with you because you were an asshole.”

No pressure tags @clottedcreamfudge, @celeritas2997, @cricketnationrise, @orchidscript (though I'm well aware of what you've been writing 😂), @14carrotghoul, @xthelastknownsurvivorx, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening and anyone else who wants to share!

[everydayyoulovemeless]

I'm sensing that you wouldn't be opposed to talking more about Bioshock 🤔 Soooo... favorite levels in Bioshock 1 and 2?

1: It's gotta be Arcadia/Farmer's Market for me, for the atmosphere, Julie ofc, and as far as the Farmer's Market goes, where else can you take out a Splicer by using telekinesis on a wheel of cheese or a sausage and hurling it at them?? (On easy difficulty at least 😂). Fort Frolic is iconic tho.

2: I think I like Fontaine Futuristics best. Can't really explain why, but I loved roaming around there with my named security bots. Pauper's Drop gets second place.

HI THANKS FOR ASKING

You’re so right, Fort Frolic’s iconic and it’s the one I gotta go with 😭😭 the splicers covered in plaster only moving when you look at them reminds me of the weeping angels (from Dr Who? I think?) and horror games are a love of mine and it really just scratched that itch for me. Also the whole idea of it being a sort of mini-Vegas in Rapture is the sickest thing, it’s like a giant Dave and Busters.

The locations in Bioshock 2 went crazy imo. They were all so memorable but Persephone wins it for me. The Sinclair lore drop had me smiling and kicking my feet (even if it was just him abusing people) and the adrenaline rush I got with Subject Omega (trying to avoid putting too many spoilers) showed up :( got me in tears. What a banger of an ending tho, nothing would've ever prepared me for that level.

[danpuff-ao3]

12 and 23?

Hello! Thanks for the asks! :D

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

Hmm! You know, I don't know. The best answers I can give are:

I've read fics for tropes I dislike, but I ended up liking the fic. I.e. Rapture (for time travel), The Sleeping Prince (for de-aging), and Diagonally (time loop.) I'm still wary of those tropes and don't care for them, but I'm more willing to give them a chance since I've found fics I love for them.

I never really disliked friends-to-lovers, but it never drew me in, I guess? And it's still not my go-to, but I do have more favorable feelings about it now. Now that I've considered the more dramatic and angsty implications as opposed to the sweet fluff of it. Gimme the inner turmoil, baby!!

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

Oh gosh, so many I think.

Case fic: not because I'm particularly passionate about writing cases, I just want more to exist. Specifically: snarry case fics! I just want like a moderate mystery to follow along while also watching this romance bloom to life!! But it seems like one of those "if you want something done, you have to do it yourself" kinda things!

Flower shop AU!!!! Cuz I love flowers and c'mon...flower shop AU gives the best opportunity to play with flowers.

Coffee Shop AU: ngl I'm kind of a sucker for these?? They're usually sweeter and fluffier than my usual fare but I am a big coffee lover, so maybe that makes it better. 😂

Magical theory: I have this whole magic system I've been building in my head for years. (Please don't let that excite you. It's been years because I'm a busy lady and let myself get distracted by other projects. 🤣) But I really wanna write a longfic that really dives more into worldbuilding and magical theory. As ever, as a backdrop for some good Snarry romance, but still! I'm a great lover of details and I have so many headcanons about the magical world, and things I want to see, so having a big story with lots of room to stretch?? The downside of shorter fics is it's hard to really work in those fun extra bits, since there's so little space and you have to really think about what's important to the story. But in a longer fic???? Idk when I'll get there, but I hope I will one day!

Soulmark: another trope I LOVE and wanna write, but just have no real ideas for yet!

questions for fic writers

[jerzwriter]

Year-end writing meme:

E, F, S, U, X

Hi Nonny! Again, I'm so sorry I didn't answer last night. I got distracted and - you know - brain forgets lol

Let's see...

E - Who’s your favorite main character you’ve written?

I'd have to say, Casey & Tobias. Casey because she's my original MC, and Tobias, because even though he's canon, "my" Tobias is really so much of my own creation. I love them individually, and I love their dynamic, so it makes them so much fun to write for.

F - What stories are you planning for the future?

I have a lot on the horizon, a lot of it angst, but not all of it. This is some of what I've got:

Finishing off Vegas and Sometimes Love Is For. I have to write the rest of Tobias/Casey's wedding, and then I'm going to go back in time to show how they got together and some of the struggles they had as a new couple. I'm also doing their "baby" stories; some will be fluff, some super angsty. Also finishing A Mother's Journal for Wake the Dead.

Reset - is an Ethan/Kaycee AU where Ethan leaves for the Amazon without a word to Kaycee, but he comes home with a girlfriend in tow - after Kaycee switched her residency to Mass Kenmore so they could be together when he returns. This is going to be angsty, and there will be a lot of morally grey areas in this story.

Where It Goes From Here - Tobias/Casey - part one was supposed to be a stand-alone - supposed to be lol Casey left Boston 10 years ago without much explanation and broke Tobias's heart. After hitting rock bottom, he found love again but never stopped loving Casey. Along with his wife and daughter, he's waiting for his delayed plane at an airport when he spots Casey. His wife insists he goes to talk to her. She said she was tired of 3 people in the marriage. Casey and Tobias talk, and it's clear they never stopped loving each other. She tells him why she left, and it's heartbreaking (but it's not the whole reason, which is even more heartbreaking). Now, how do they go on? She can't comfort herself with thinking he moved on. He has been heartbroken all along. He now knows she never stopped loving him, but there are now other people in the equation.

Working more on my HC for Eli & Zoe in WTD. Also, more HC stuff for E/K and T/C.

A whole lot more, but I'm tired lol

S- What’s the sexiest thing you wrote this year?

For Tobias & Casey, I think it's the Friends* series. That was hot. lol For Ethan & Kaycee, it would be With You or Rapture (Plans Change too, but that was Casey before the change to Kaycee). I have not gotten sexy with Eli & Zoe yet, but it's coming (and they will be too. 😂😂😂

U- Any stories that took an abrupt u-turn from where you thought they were going?

Not really this year. In 2021, this was TOTALLY Delaying the Inevitable. The only think I could say for 2022 was changing Casey to Kaycee in Ethan's world, I didn't anticipate that.

X -   What’s your least favorite work of this year?

I won't say a least favorite becuase I know that it might be a work that someone else really got something from, and I feel badly saying "Oh, in retrospect, I didn't like it." But some stand-alone fluff pieces don't rock my world looking back.

Thanks for the asks, Nonny!

[the-void-writes]

Tag 10 People You Wanna Get to Know Better

Thanks @bloodlessheirbyjacques for the tag! This one is open to all of you 😊

Relationship Status: I’m too much of a mess for a relationship 😅

Favorite Color: Everything? But mostly purple.

Favorite Food: Bread and chocolate 🤣

Song Stuck In Your Head: Kiss Me You Animal by Burn The Ballroom (I needed Vani inspiration)

Last Thing You Googled: “Types of trains” (I forgot the word “freight” lmao)

Dream Trip: Maybe Italy? But I really want to ride one of Japan’s sleep trains because it looks cozy.

Last Thing You Read: Physically-speaking, Catching Fire.

Last Book You Enjoyed Reading: Bioshock: Rapture 🤣 I’m just addicted to the aesthetic and story

Favorite Thing To Cook/Bake: Pillsbury chocolate chip cookies, they’re too good.

Favorite Craft To Do In Your Free Time: Aside from writing and drawing, I paint Funko pops 😂

Most Niche Dislike: Aggressive parents. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve passed families in the store and heard the parents casually threaten to hit their children, I hate it.

Opinion On Circuses: I went to one a long time ago and can’t really remember it. They’re okay, I guess.

Do You Have Any Sense Of Direction: I don’t think so 😅

[jinglejanglingwanderer]

Loki, BioShock, and 8 Years

Wow, goodness. What a morning I've had. What a rollercoaster of journey I've just gone through to get to- Well, you'll see.

I don't normally make posts (normally bc I don't have anything to say) but this is too good to pass on. Tagging @helshades bc this directly involves you and I don't necessarily know if Tumblr will catch it way further down in the post so tagging you now. Also, you all will have to bear with me and my long rambling post. I was not lying when I said it was a journey of a morning.

To set the stage, this morning... did not start off pleasantly, I'll be honest. Period cramps and the limbo feeling of wanting to be awake but wanting to desperately lie down and curl up was the beginning of this day. But stay up I did. Thankfully.

To cheer myself I weirdly and randomly decided to listen to some of Postmodern Jukebox. (Yes, this important.) And bc of their usual old-timey sound they go for, my brain connected old-timey music to other old-timey music/vibes I'm familiar with.

Enter BioShock. I've personally started working on an old Minecraft project that's for a friend. A BioShock (Infinite/Burial At Sea) puzzle map with a story. So I started listening to more and more. Which led me to switching from PMJ to Robyn Adele Anderson (who used to work with PMJ until after her break up with the founder and then started her own YouTube and retro-fitting music cover career) and hearing her cover of Honeysuckle Rose.

Which, if there's anything that I love, it's a good romance song. To add to my romantic f/o (aka: comfort character ) playlist. Who's my romantic f/o? Who else other than the one and only MCU trickster?

The only character I have loved and attached myself to so dearly for many, many a year. All since Thor 1. (Okay, timing with this one is a little wonky, so quick explanation here. It's actually when Avengers 1 came out but I watched Captain America and then Thor 1 at home the weekend the Avengers 1 movie came out. And then saw the latter movie soon after. Pls dont revoke my Loki fan-card. I swear, I've been there since basically the beginning.🤣)

Something that's also important to know about me is that currently... I have a problem. An AU-making problem. 😅😅😅

First, Wandavision with Loki and my self-insert. Lately, it's cowboys and the Old West with Loki and my self-insert. (Two different versions, I might add to highlight my clear AU-making addiction.) Today it's a BioShock-esque story. With Loki and, you guessed it, my self-insert character.

And what is a BioShock story without it's breathtaking, awe-inspiring city? And what is Loki without his home of Asgard? To combine the two and make it work, I need to know what architecture the MCU Asgard(s) are based on/inspired by.

A quick google search of "mcu asgard architecure inspired by" brings up two different Helshades posts. Ah, yes! Helshades! I remember them!

When it comes to MCU Asgard world-building stuff, I know only two blogs to go to from years and years ago when I first discovered them. That is, I know they exist. I usually forget the usernames lol. Sorry, Helshades. It's been a long while. (The other blog is exploringmcuasgard fyi. I have their blog pulled up and will comb through it in a minute once I'm done with this post and finished combing Helshades' Asgard architecture tag.)

So, as mentioned already, I start chronologically from the beginning of Helshades' Asgard architecture tag, going through and scanning the paragraphs of each post's texts looking for names of architecture movements.

I've found one btw! Through all the Thor 1 architecture posts is the name Deconstructivism! Successful so far!

But there was more than one Thor movie, if you remember. And more than one version/interpretation of the city of Asgard.

So onto posts about the Asgard seen in the Thor 2 trailer! The first one is fine and good. The second one...

starts with a note. A dedication to a 400th follower. Oh nice. A 400th follower with the name-

Wait.

No.

ExCUSE YOU???

IM SORRY- WHAT???!!??

For those who don't know, a very long time ago I used to have the username, Egoimperiiruina. (A username I have somewhat recently reclaimed after someone else took it and now hold as a subblog to do... something with it in the future.😉)

And back then (as I mentioned earlier) I loved Loki and Asgard and the whole "Thor" side of the MCU franchise. (Which... honestly, and, very sadly, cannot be said now. *le deep fucking sigh in utter disappointment and disgust towards current MCU and Taika Waititi/Mike Waldron*

And this shows clearly here in this note where I apparently was on a Helshades post spree for costume designs. (This may have been for a fic I started and never continued (for awhile! I'll eventually get to it!) a long time ago with the temp name Asgardian Dreams, looking over Asgardian costumes references to get an idea for Vanir fashion that could look similar to Asgardian/Loki. Surprisingly, enough, not for a self-insert. Well, kinda. lmao)

But you might be wondering, this is a great find and what not, but you didn't see this before? Nope. Not once. Weird too because I have in the past occasionally looked to see all the posts that mentioned me via my old username and current one.

But the best part? Honestly, what makes it for me now, is that not only does Helshades say that I, and, I quote, "should welcome an architecture-oriented entry [of theirs] with a similar enthusiasm"- Which, yes. Very much the same amount of enthusiasm, still going strong after all these years. Especially after all the ridiculous nonsense given to us old Loki fans from Ragnarok to his quote-unquote namesake show (can't convince me that's even close to the same Loki I've known all this time nope!).

It's that this post is 8 friggin years old *and* they said the above.

You know what, Helshades? You were right.

I'm happy I found you too.

[fierce-trait]

start the fkn rapture 😂 they saying they ain't creating for ts4 anymore like.. GOOD.. you doing us a favor! thank you for doing your part in CLEANSING the sim community, ridding us of your paywalled filth lol

according to them, they the only ones with bills and shit to pay. comical! as if we not human beings who literally gotta pay just to fkn breathe as well.

and whoever buys into creators' bs about only creating objects for blender from now on, and you happily sub to the tier to only receive blend files.. come lemme hit you with the common sense stick. because renders are so fkn overrated esp when you can take an ingame shot that looks better with the right reshade preset or PSD.

[aquagirl1978]

Smiling while kissing 🌶with Gilbert? Since that guy keeps smiling 😂😂 anyways congratulations on your 500 followers 🥳

Thank you for this request. This is my first time writing for Gilbert, so I hope I do him justice.

Smile for Me - Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader

Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader

Prompt: Smiling while kissing

Tags: 🌶 NSFW - Minors, DNI 🌶

“I love it when you smile.” His voice was soft and gentle as he spoke, his red eye deep and dark in the pale moonlight, your bodies lying next to each other in his bed. A pink flush creeped onto your cheeks as you couldn’t help but smile again.

You sighed as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. Welcoming the closeness, you reached out for him, wrapping your arm around his neck.

“Every time you smile, it makes me want to kiss you,” he whispered, his lips hovering next to yours, his breath warm on your face. With his thumb, he softly stroked your cheek, the gentle touch sending tingles throughout your body.

You knew this was wrong. You were selected to be Belle, and somehow, along the way, you fell in love with the enemy. And despite all that, this also felt right – the way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you, and oh, the way he smiled at you. You smiled once more, pushing all those thoughts out of your head, as you tilted your face and pressed your lips against his, fulfilling his desires.

You felt his smile immediately; the corners of his mouth lifting ever so slightly, an expression not many have been witness to. Yes, Gilbert has smiled at people before, but not this way; not this soft, sweet smile he has reserved just for you. Placing a gentle kiss on each corner of his upturned mouth, you pulled back slightly, wanting to gaze upon his gentle grin with your own eyes.

Reaching up, your fingers traced the lines of his smile. “You can kiss me as often as you’d like if it means I get to see you smile.”

His face grew serious, his smile fading, but not fully disappearing. “Not many can say they’ve seen me smile.” He took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, placing a kiss on each fingertip. “Not like this, at least,” he added.

He quickly rolled on top of you, his red eye gleaming in the fading moonlight, heat suddenly surging through your body. Dipping his head, his mouth caught yours in a fiery kiss, your tongues tangling and twisting as a fire blazed in your belly.

His hips pressed firm against your core as he nibbled on your neck; your eyes fluttered as soft sighs of pleasure left your lips. You pulled at his shirt, needing to touch him, to feel his hot skin against yours. Cupping your breast in his palm, he teased your sensitive nipple with his thumb; your body arched against his, eager for more and more.

Rubbing your body against his, you felt him stiffen. Dragging your hands down his back, your fingernails scrape his skin, and once you reached his waist, he let out a low groan as your fingers deftly freeed his erection.

A muffled noise escaped your lips as the hand that was caressing your breast moved between your legs, easily sliding your nightgown out of the way. You writhed under his body weight as his fingers slid inside you, your moans getting louder and louder as he pushed deeper and deeper.

Overwhelmed with anticipation, you wrapped your hand around his shaft, gently stroking and massaging. His mouth covered yours, swallowing your moans as his rapturous touch sent you so close to the edge.

“Smile for me,” he asked as his lips hovered dangerously close to yours. He removed his fingers, causing you to whimper and whine; your back arched in protest, but you smiled, knowing you'd soon be rewarded.

He kissed your smile; that smile that he adored so much, that meant so much to him because no one ever smiled like that at him. Warmth flooded your soul, knowing just how precious you were to him, as he entered you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your body clinging to his; cries of pleasure on both your lips as your bodies joined as one.

Heat radiated off of your bodies as rapture rolled throughout, his body ravishing you until the only word on your lips was his name. You trembled; your skin tingling from the flood of sensations, as he touched you in every spot you most needed. Chasing your release, you both pushed each other over the edge, your bodies collapsing in a satisfied heap.

Rolling over, he tucked you in his arms, gently stroking you as you nuzzled against his chest. He gazed down at you, and admired the blissful smile that rested on your face; he smiled in turn, knowing full well that he was the cause for your smile.

[fvckyouimaprophet]

Fanfic asks! 😂🎶😭🏅☀️💡🤔

Assssh, thank you for sending me these. 🖤🖤🖤 Sorry it took a while! I'm putting it under a read more because it's long.

😂: What’s the funniest comment someone has left on a fic of yours?

Okay, so I don't remember the exact phrasing, but someone commented on an old Drarry fic VERY upset by who topped and who bottomed—something like "I was really enjoying this fic until you chose to do this. But now it's ruined!?!?" What made it funnier was that it was years after I'd finished it (like at least 5 but maybe even up to 10), so it felt so irrelevant. But also, who cares if that's not your preference? It was also fanfic.net, so tagging doesn't exist there. Lawless times.

🎶: What music do you listen to when you write?

I can almost never concentrate if I'm listening to lyrics and writing. The only exception is if I make a short playlist and play it enough that it becomes white noise in the background. Very specifically, I listen to my dreamy instrumental playlist.

😭: Have you ever made yourself cry writing a fic?

Uhh, maybe. It's been a long time if so! But I used to write almost exclusively angst, including character death, etc. I also used my dreams to inspire fanfics a lot when I was young, and I'd sometimes cry from the dreams, so does that count?

🏅: What is the fic you’re most proud of?

Ooh, this changes a lot. I also will go through waves of being like 🥳 this is pretty decent! 🥳 and then rereading it and deciding it's terrible. But for right now, I'm gonna go with three that all make me proud for different reasons, even if they're flawed.

1) some other town (your prompt!) took a lot of research, but it was so fun to write, and I was thrilled with how the dialogue came out. That took so much time and energy, and it's always cool when it feels like that pays off.

2) nobody loves me (like you do) was a labor of love. I feel like I really worked hard on capturing emotionality and unspoken tension, and I had fun subverting a trope in the process.

3) Colorblind was mostly written ages ago, and there are writing and plotting choices I wouldn't make now, but multichaps are SO hard for me, and I managed to finish that, even though it took me years. It's the only one I wrote in recent memory, so that's pretty fun.

☀️: Has anyone ever left you a comment that made your day? What did it say?

@krethes left a review on hold me until the rapture that I've gone back to read when I'm feeling down. It's such a long comment, it practically felt like its own standalone writing. 😂 But more than that, it's just a very kind, lovely thing to say.

💡: What’s the weirdest thing you’ve been inspired by?

In high school, I had a lot of dreams from the POV of a fictional character. There were at least two fics that were basically a direct copy-paste of my dream. But that's not too unusual, I feel. I know there are funky ones, but I've been so strapped for inspiration lately that it feels like everything I can remember recently has been taken from more traditional methods.

🤔: What’s one genre you’ve never written that you’d like to try?

I want to write a fable! I kind of tried to do that in a recent play I wrote (queer Baba Yaga retelling!), but fables are so specific, and that was more of a vague adaptation.

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💕✨create the illusion of hanging out with your mutuals tag game✨💕

Thank you so much for tagging me @holbytlanna!!! Sorry it’s taken forever for me to actually do this 🤦‍♀️😂

are you a morning person? 

It really depends. I love being up in the morning! Especially when you can have a slow start and just drink coffee and relax but I am a bit of a night owl so a lot of times I don’t get up as early as I would like. I hate having to get up early and immediately do things tho 😂

ideal breakfast? 

Well I usually get nauseated if I eat a lot in the morning so I usually get something light like a smoothie or granola bar. I LOVE breakfast foods though and a lot of times my family does breakfast for supper so I still eat the yummy foods lol. My favorites are probably waffles and this French toast that’s got orange extract and powdered sugar and brown sugar (it’s insanely unhealthy but soooo gooood)

favorite warm drink, and how do you take it?

Mmmm that’s hard because there are so many! I love coffee and I drink it with cream and sugar! I also have this amazing homemade hot chocolate recipe that I make but I don’t like it with water and I’m slightly lactose intolerant so I don’t drink it that often. I also love hot tea, especially lady grey and chamomile!

favorite baked good?

Probably my chocolate chip oatmeal cookies! I also love scones!

a song or album that makes you feel at peace?

Well music is how I cope with everything so I have a ton 😂 but I would say pretty much anything by Owl City instantly improves my mood! Also the song “Eye of the storm” by Ryan Stevenson! It’s amazing!

take a walk with your friends or read a book next to a friend on the sofa?

Probably read a book next to them. I love just existing next to someone I care about and being able to randomly tell them whatever random thoughts I’m thinking!

what tasks do you gravitate to when making a meal with others? 

Well, I unfortunately hate being in the kitchen at the same time as anyone else. My poor mom loves cooking with people so I try to do it but I prefer being alone and listening to music. So a lot times if I’m helping someone else I will do something like cut up vegetables since I can do that at the table and not be in the midst of all the chaos but I can still visit.

a chore that if someone completed it for you you’d love them forever? 

I’m not a huge fan of washing dishes or peeling potatoes so probably one of those!

favorite board/card game to play with friends? 

I love playing games! well, ones that I’m familiar with anyway 😂 I get stressed when it’s a new one and I don’t know the rules. I really like apples to apples, Egyptian rapture, codenames, and clue!

what kind of snacks/candy do you want at a movie theater?

I always want to get sour patch kids and sprite! I think that started when the first hobbit movie came out and we went to the midnight premiere and my dad let us get a snack and little me was super excited about sugar and getting to stay up super late lol

bar with live music or bar with a pool table? 

I am not really sure tbh, both sound crowded and crowds stress me out 😂 I want to say pool table even though I’m TERRIBLE at pool but it’s still really fun!

go-to wine/cider/beer/cocktail? 

To be honest I haven’t had a wide variety but my dad gets this muscadine wine that is amazing!!

go-to bar food? 

Well I’ve never been to a bar so I’m not sure 😂 but maybe a burger? I feel like that would be a bar food?? 🤷‍♀️😂

are you tending the fire, looking at the stars, or singing campfire/folk songs? 

I am usually just staring at the fire and listening to what’s happening around me. I would be singing songs but I have to be very comfortable around someone before I will actually sing in front of them.

a favorite Scripture verse or prayer? 

Oh man there is no way to pick just one! There are so many but here are a few favorites!

Matthew 6:34

Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.

1 John 4:7-13 (it’s long I know but so beautiful!)

7Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.

8He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.

9In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.

10Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins.

11Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.

12No man hath seen God at any time. If we love one another, God dwelleth in us, and his love is perfected in us.

13Hereby know we that we dwell in him, and he in us, because he hath given us of his Spirit.

Proverbs 3:5-6

Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.

are you the person begging to go to just one more bar/sing one more song, the person staying up late talking about love and the universe, or the person who fell asleep hours before anyone else?

So it depends 😂 I am a night owl but if it’s a large group my social battery dies at like 9:00 plus I’m like an old lady who hates being out late lol. But if it’s just a couple close friends and we are somewhere I’m comfortable I will not shut up until everyone else is asleep or gone 😂

Tagging with no pressure! @turtleduck-enthusiast @csinickstokes @macfangirl15 @amarilloskies and literally anyone who sees this and wants to do it! For real guys say I tagged you I wanna see y’all’s answers but idk who all to tag 😂

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SOME RANDOM STUFF & REPLIES TO ROY BEING ROY

Hello lovelies! I’m back from Tasmania and have to say first of all a heartfelt thank you for all your holiday well wishes and comments, which kept me warm on many a freezing Tasmanian night. I missed you all desperately and tried to keep up sporadically using the app, but internet was not always reliable and the app is as buggy AF, causing me near heart failure at one point when it told me I was not following ANYONE. While it seems to be a problem isolated to the app please do not hesitate to let me know if I have somehow accidentally unfollowed you. It seems anything is possible, mired as we are in Dumblr’s unrelenting ineptitude. Anyway, enough whining- I might post some pics later, but I’ll tag them Tassie photos so you can block them. Actual story replies after the cut!

@simmerjazen

Such an asshole!! Why is Joel friends with Roy?

@simblu

How the hell are they " friends"?

The main reason is that they have known each other and been friends since kindergarten. And despite everything, Joël knows that Roy will never, ever desert him, or not be there for him when he needs him. Roy may be an arsehole, but he is also very loyal and generous friend, with his own (very unique) moral code!

@tyrellsimsoficeandfire

Nice scene. What's the meaning the nickname Roy uses for Joël? Read it before but might missed it

The quote comes from Roy's sister Georgina's teenage diary, where she rapturously described Jojo's smooth ‘mahogany’ skin.  

@thickness1988

But Roy speak the truth to Joel. Anita is his second gar mama and if shit goes south I bet everything going be in her name

Roy genuinely thinks he is trying to help Joël by pointing out some home truths. But he’s also in denial about how upset he is that Joël isn’t going to be living in his apartment anymore, and he also has a lot of paranoia that his friendship with Joël will suffer when Joël moves in with Anita.

@hyperkaos

Dammit Roy stop being a dick. Oh wait...

@dandylion240

Joel should just keep on walking but he won't. He sticks to Roy like he keeps going back to Anita. What's this about him offering to sell his houseboat. Didn't he tell her he couldn't sell it because someone was renting it? Or do I have that wrong?

Correct, he did originally tell her that, but a few minutes later he was willing to change his mind when he realised how deeply she cared about them living together as a family. He told her that he would sell it if she really needed him to. 

@reverieinsimlish

Has Joel ever dated anybody Roy didn't have a problem with? I mean, really. I think Roy's threatened by the idea that someone may mean more to or have more power over Joel than him.

You’ve hit the nail on the head

@inda-sims

Joel should ditch Roy and his BBQ! What an ass! That's no way to treat a friend!

@simechro

I'll be surprised if nothing goes wrong at the bbq lol

@willky12

Joel knows he's right

@karnzter

Barbecue eh? So many people to expect to come in both invited and uninvited *Gossip Girl season 3 Thanksgiving special flashbacks* >:)

@sweetnovember77

"You’re a whiny, pathetic, freeloading loser." ... 😂😂 Roy, keeping it 💯as per usual.

LULZ!! GO ROY!!! ;=)

@lilsisterg

Screw Roy and his BBQ, he's  such a jackass!  If I were Joel I wouldn't go. I get the distinct impression that Roy is going to sabotage Joel's relationship with Anita

@phyresimblr

I'm not liking Roy at the moment... Why is he hellbent on destroying Jonita. Not cool, Roy. I am thinking Joël is completely in his right to spill the beans on some of Roy's dirt to Sonja, so Roy can know the feeling.

What a delicious thought! But also Roy knows that Joël would never violate the code and do that. It would be the equivalent of Roy sleeping with Mia, or Anita. There are just lines that can’t ever be crossed.

@simblu

Not criticism of the writing but of folks who would tolerate such disrespect

@declarations-of-drama

Roy being Roy but when Joel is tired. Not good.