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ceph-the-ghost-writer · 2 months

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Get To Know Your Moots Writeblr Interview

Tagged by @ink-flavored (here) to do this event created by @davycoquette (question template here)! Thanks to both of you.

To anyone seeing this, consider yourself tagged in addition to @sunset-a-story @touloserlautrec @sarahlizziewrites @k--havok @thatndginger @oliolioxenfreewrites @the-scaredy-crow @words-after-midnight @space-writes @vacantgodling @jezifster @ghostpoetics @lacependragon @xenascribbles @afoolandathief @drawnecromancy @the-ace-of-wrath

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ON THE TUMBLR WRITING COMMUNITY

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr?

Since, like, 2020? Somewhere thereabouts.

What led you to create it?

Wanting to connect with writers/readers outside of Ao3 (it's just not set up for conversations outside of comment threads). And wanting to raise my characters up like baby Simba at the start of The Lion King for more of the Internet to behold.

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community?

It's about the connection. 🤌 Plenty of writing communities, both on and offline, focus on critique or getting something published. Which can be great, if it's what you're after. But I think having others who genuinely cheer you on and let you ramble is just as important to helping writers through the often messy process of creating.

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

I can be a bit shy or slow to interact, but once I'm invited in I'll haunt follow your blog or writing even if I'm not constantly saying anything.

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

People talking about what they love, in published work and with writeblr stuff. A lot of the time I read or watch something because of the way others talk about it. That includes your own writing!

What tips/advice do you have for someone who made a Writeblr today?

Be patient, manage your expectations, and focus on having some fun. There's no algorithm here and even less clout. Writers can and do build audiences on Tumblr, but it's uniquely suited to allow us to experiment and be weird too.

WIP IT GOOD

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

I'm rewriting Apophenia, a novel about a supernatural researcher enduring the worst assignment of his life. A lot of my other projects are set in the same world.

How long have you been working on them?

Over five years now, I think! I'm slow.

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

The Chocolate Box event on Ao3! The prompt was for a human captured by a vampire, but I wound up creating an entire world and series. Oops.

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

If I'm not thinking about these characters it's only because I'm dead.

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

Gay vampire trash.

What do you want to say (if it’s different from what you do say)?

I write about characters who struggle towards community, compassion, and being better people despite a) their flaws, and b) the world burning down around them. I hope that it gives me the courage to continue doing the same.

LET’S ROTATE BLORBOS

Name any characters you created.

I'll direct you to some mood boards/intros even: Isaac Soto Márquez, Renato Faria Dimas, Dorian St-Ange, Kinslayer, Elfy Bosques-Rodriguez, Ankaris the Memory Salesman, Fior the Master Transcriber, Vess the Collector. And here's a comic sans presentation for Apophenia.

Who’s the most unhinged?

Outwardly? Any of my necromancers. They come in a wide variety of styles, from Motley sewing patches of skin onto itself, to Acacius of Antioch who drapes his bejeweled and gilded bones in black veils. Each also has an, um, unique view of (un)life, the body, and ethics. Views which could come across as unhinged.

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

At this point Isaac Soto, the protagonist of Apophenia. We do share a few similarities, but mostly I've just been writing him for years now.

Do you ever cringe at them?

At my characters or their antics? I wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

How much control do you feel you have over your characters?

They do frequently just spring ideas and actions on me, but I have the ultimate say in what makes it onto the page. Same with having the power/responsibility of changing something I realize isn't working, is insensitive, etc.

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters?

Always and forever, yes. 💜 Send me asks, comment in the tags or on Ao3, shriek in reblogs, replies, or a dm. It doesn't matter how--I love whenever someone is curious or interested enough to ask something about my fictional creations.

ON WRITEBLR ENGAGEMENT

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account?

Sometimes it's based on vibes, sometimes I really like the sound of their stories. I appreciate a sense of whimsy and/or humor especially. And someone who likes spooky as well as fantasy stuff.

What makes you decide against following?

Two things: A) Their intro already has, like, 80+ notes (though the vibe/story will override this), and B) lots of posts hating on things/trends/people. I don't mean venting or sometimes ranting, which is everyone's right. I mean someone's whole brand is ridicule or just immediately seeing the bad in everything. Which is still their right. It's also mine to avoid it, and I think this is mutually beneficial. Thankfully, though, this experience has been very rare for me on writeblr.

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

I try to. I'll reblog, read, comment, take an open tag, whatever when I have the energy. I mean, how else do writers get readers? It takes people who might not know you personally talking about your work a lot of the time.

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

I am absorbing the essence of your blorbos as we speak, making them an eternal part of me.

#writeblr #writing tag games #writeblr event

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i-may-be-an-emu · 8 days

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Hija!! Do yk which of the guys had the most characters with sad, tragic or bad endings? Asking for an edit >:))

Hmmmm I’m not sure! It’s pretty even I think? Idk let’s see :D

SFTH SPOILERS BELOW (also long-ish post so be aware of that I guess)

All of them have a kind of messed up time in habberdashery (Luke’s child character not the wife) (Tom wasn’t there though)

Lost in your eyes Tom and Sam have a tragic love story

Long John’s I haven’t watched in a little bit but Luke killing his brother (I think) was pretty messed up, Tom’s character dies and AJ holds him as he does.

Jockey is VERY messed up, Sam’s probably the one with the most tragic stuff.

AJ’s character in hare says she’s had a tough life, then Jimmy the Hare dies in her arms

Midnight mystery ends with Scottish Batman being in the middle of dying (I think) and Robin like kills someone or something??? The ending confuses me a little

Cube has Bubba and Jeremiah which like, Bubba loses his legs and Jeremiah has to deal with that, then yk, Jeremiah DIES in Bubbas ARMS and everything, so those two (I could ramble about Bubbamiah for the rest of this post but I won’t lol)

Bus is kinda tragic with the whole thing of Arthur BD getting imprisoned inside the vagina cage (…yeah. that’s a Sentence alright.) and then dying from the acidity

NIGEL IS SOOOOO MESSED UP AND I LOVE IT Andrew being imprisoned and his uncle not even caring or looking for him for two weeks!? Nigel getting him hooked on cocaine (and also doing whatever he did consensually with Andrew tied to the chair- even if it was consensual it might have been the drugs or the Stockholm syndrome… which is REALLY dark.)

Caravan has Jericho (Tom) who is terminally ill and dying of some disease and he has dreams of being an actor and then gets replaced with no remorse.

Stegosaurus is SOOOOO dark and i think that Chip and Cliff could both be said to have tragic backstories- even that French guy actually if you look at it from his point of view. So Sam and Tom, and AJ as chip if you include that part as well.

Lefternmost window is kind of dark but not really tragic, cause it’s all resolved in the end but you could say Tom’s Scottish character who was shot in the throat maybe

Neighbours you could argue it’s tragic for every character, really. Johnny and Janae mostly, though Annabelle dies and idk if she did much wrong. Definetly Johnny and Janae.

Milkman you can say Peter, Toby (the boy in the room) and The other kid (AJ) and also probably Mr Steven, plus Hank (the Texan bartender) all of them have pretty tragic stuff happen.

Beetroots Sam is pretty tragic, all of the stuff that happens in that. Justin’s parents died in a fire so maybe also him.

The evil make a wish kid you could say Luke’s character as the father, cause, well, his son is evil and also died and kills his mother. (And blew up every petting zoo in the entire world)

Priscilla is pretty dark too so probably Priscilla, she goes through a lot

Circus you could definitely say Watson, he kills a bunch of people cause he’s in love with Sherlock and goes crazy and becomes a creepy clown (hi if you’re reading this and don’t know the fandom, welcome! Everything is so normal)

Murders in space would definitely be Mary, with working on the whole time penetration/dilution thing her whole life only to have to fade away to save the world.

I’d need to rewatch Hugh and moist and magical for the specifics but characters from those two are not having a good time

JIMMY DOESNT KNOW HOW TO USE A DOOR AND NO ONE WILL SHOW HIM (also Clancy did doohicky’s wife but who cares about that when there’s Jimmy)

Alexa and Janusz from Ballet are both pretty tragic but again I’d probably need to rewatch it to have more details

OK SO

adding all of this up here’s an extremely rough tally just based on this

AJ llllllll (8)

Luke llllllll (8)

Sam llllllllllll (12)

Tom llllllllll (11)

So Sam, but Tom’s close (although I think Sam has more like main characters?? But I’m not sure)

I hope this helps!!! :D can’t wait to see the edit if you make one

#Sorry for the long post #and the really rough information #This is all from memory so it might not all be 100% correct #shoot from the hip #sfthposting #Sfth asks #long ish post #Thank you for the ask! :)#I’m flattered that you asked me :))))

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auxiliarydetective · 9 months

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End-of-Year Appreciation Post

Let's see if I can get this done before midnight - I have 36 minutes! But I really wanted to get this posted, so... time for a speedrun! This post won't nearly be able to say everything I wanna say, so, first and foremost: I love and appreciate all of my mutuals and people I've gotten to talk to this year, so thanks for coming to my corner of the internet and gifting me a little (or a lot - because lord knows I don't shut up if someone mentions one of my favourite fandoms) of your time!

With that being said, time for some special thanks!

@wheresmybloodynauglamir The encyclopedia of Star Trek and one of my closest friends on this hellsite. Thanks so much for literally everything you've done for me this year and all the lovely conversations. Let's have a lot more of those next year! Live long and prosper <3

@littlemervie Thank you for indulging my very nichest of niche interests like The Little Prince and for always sending me a kind message when I least expected it.

@fluffle-system My favourite bnuy in the whole world and a fellow FNAF enjoyer. I hope I always get to be the auxiliary to your detective (yes, this is actually sort of an accurate aitiology of how my url came to be - if you know you know). Let's solve more mysteries and riddles together.

@supermarine-silvally You may have only very recently stumbled into my corner of the internet but I adore every conversation we've had and I hope that many more are to come. If I had to make a choice to pass on my OCs to anyone, the great Donna Aurelia would be yours, and that's a great honor, so I hope you know how much I appreciate our conversations!

@carriagelamp We didn't talk too much this year and that's frankly a crime, but I still stare lovingly at every piece of art you've created for me, with me, or simply for the fandoms I'm in - and the ones for fandoms I don't know I stare at from afar. Just letting you know that I smile everytime I see you on my dash :)

@faerieroyal Dolly my beloved! I hereby sincerely apologize for all the times I've hopped into our Discord chat to ramble about my OCs or whine about my hour-long adventures of looking for faceclaims and/or names, but I'm not planning on stopping anytime soon. The amount of positivity and support you bring into my life is immesurable and I absolutely adore you for supporting each of my OCs, even if you don't know their fandom, and how you let me introduce you to my newest hyperfixations when the brainrot strikes. - To many more rambling sessions!

@come-along-pond who allowed me to participate in the fyeahonepieceocs blog and gave me a platform to launch my own little project of a OP resources blog from. - Through anon hate and plot bunnies, you've helped me and supported me through so much and I'm really, really thankful for that!

@oneirataxia-girl @endless-oc-creations and everyone else in the Discord Server, thank you so much for suffering through my countless pings and appearing when I need you most to offer your advice and help. You've saved many of my OCs in the past and I'm certain you'll keep doing so in the future.

@starcrossedjedis @bravelittleflower and @ninjasawakenedmystar aka the angels who made Cora's creation possible - and by extention then also that of Lily and La Donna! Thanks so much, my fellow One Piece girlies!

@thehedgehogat221b who has been keeping me tethered to the A-Team fandom, making sure that I never forget how happy it makes me, and who always has time to spare to hear me ramble about Kit Kelley and her conman boyfriend

@daughterofhecata @bistdueinbaum and the entire Die Drei ??? fandom. You brought me onto Tumblr and though I may not be as active in the fandom anymore, Tumblr still considers my blog a Die Drei ??? blog and I don't plan on forgetting my roots anytime soon, so I promise you more detective content in the year 2024 - featuring my beloved Jelena, of course! My token adopted side character... Maybe I'll also hop into the Tatort fandom, who knows? Also, can we make Rosenheim Cops a fandom? I feel kinda lonely and silly over here lol

@claramurphyqueenoffandoms the VoicePlay supporter. Man, was I happy to find someone who loves these dorks as much as I do. We haven't talked much, but thanks so much for enabling the hyperfixation that triggered my character development into a happier person and letting me relive those memories.

@cody-helix02 @thoughpoppiesblow @footprintsinthesxnd @kafka-ohdear and the entire Band of Brothers fandom. You've been so nice to me from day one when I first stumbled into the fandom and you still are incredibly lovely people! I'd like to give something back, so, if you ever need any research done for your fic and you can't find anything, let me know and I'll traverse my resources and my university's library to see what I can find <3 Also, I shall present to you more Anita content in the future! There's one fic featuring Luz and one featuring Bull curently in my projects list!

@maxwellshimbo @asaturnerofficial and all the other lurkers and people I constantly find in my notes - you always brighten my day. I'll have had an awful no good time but then I see you and I go: "Ah yes, my friends are still here" and I feel so much better!

Thanks to much to everyone on and off the list, and have a very lovely new year!

#end of year appreciation #thanks so much everyone <3

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dearabby1990 · 4 months

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Chapter 20: Prom preparations

You & Eddie had an amazing morning together you made him your stuffed French toast with fresh berries & bacon he told you he’s starting to feel spoiled eating all the homemade food you’ve been feeding him. You’re just glad to have someone other then yourself and occasionally robin & Steve for movie nights enjoy your food. In fact your so good at cooking both robin & Steve have you making them something at least once a week. Eddie found out the theme of the prom midnight masquerade now you both need to hope you can find the appropriate accessories for your outfits. Eddie heads home because he has a short shift at the shop covering for another worker & you & Robin decided you’re going to head out on the town to try to find the perfect masquerade masks. Falling upon a costume store mostly known for renting character suits for children’s birthday parties window shopping throughout the whole place robin finds the perfect mask for herself white with emerald gems around the cat eye shaped eye holes you see a phantom of the opera mask knowing damn well it’s literally screaming for you to get it for Eddie so you do not finding one for yourself you start to get nervous until Robin comes running through the aisle stumbling over her feet & trying to catch her breath “think-I-found-something” taking a breath between each word you follow her to the glass case in the front inside is an arrangement of costume jewelry brooches & you then see it a black lace mask with littered with rubys the same rubys that are on the tie clip you got for Eddie 2 satin ribbons attached to the sides your eyes light up in excitement especially when you see a few accessory pieces to add with it. On the ride back you both pull in the McDonald’s drive thru for a quick lunch before heading back to your house to check out everything you bought. Robin eyes your haul “that headband is cute!! I have no idea how to do hair or makeup so I’m gonna need your help jame OHHH I love that necklace!! We should definitely put some extra gems on your headband well looks more like a crown but still it’d make it pop more” she’s talking a mile a minute & you love that she feels comfortable enough to ramble away when she’s with you. You both are wondering how you’re all getting there beings robin & Steve are going as friends & you & Eddie are going as a new couple so Robin decided to talk Steve & Eddie both into leaving as a group hoping you all didn’t have to pile in the van in such nice clothes although you love hanging in the van with Eddie it’s certainly not the kind of vehicle to take 4 people out in dress attire. You & Robin dig through all your makeup & hair accessories pulling the perfect pieces for robin to set aside & yourself you’re quite proud of yourself with all you’ve accomplished today. Everything’s set to go with just a day and a half left until the big night. You just hope it’s the magical night you’ve always dreamed of & not the hellish nightmare you experienced at your own but knowing you’ll be with someone who wants to be with you as much as you want to be with them keeps your heart content. If you could control the way things went you’d have Eddie forever & hope he wants to have a forever with you. He’s been calling you almost on a schedule morning hellos and goodnights & sweet dreams you couldn’t ask for anything better. He even invited you to band practice next week & to the Hideout for his next show with his band you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited you were buzzing with energy lately not wanting this feeling to ever go away. You & Robin decided it’s best to have a girls night tomorrow so you both could spend the whole day getting ready. You gave Eddie the mask you found for him he was elated eyes popping out of his head “princess it’s PERFECT!” You hug him nestling your face into his shirt “you know me so well this is exactly what I was gonna go out & try to find to go with everything I just hope Wayne’s here to help me with my tie I’m used to clip ons” you giggle & you both spend the day watching horror movies together snuggled on the sofa.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #eddie munson #robin buckley

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beckettj · 3 months

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1 Year Repost: There's No Harm in Repeating (A CS oneshot)

It's been a year since I posted the oneshot I probably had the most fun writing so here it is again!

Summary: Killian Jones has lived in apartment 204 for a year and has never exchanged more than ‘hellos’ with Emma Swan in apartment 205. That is until a run-in with her son, Henry, results in the boy doing some unintentional matchmaking. For how else do you find out what a woman thinks of you, if not through her four-year-old son?

A Captain Swan as neighbors au featuring Captain Cobra moments.

Words: 4432

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A flask of coffee in hand, Killian Jones stepped out of his crappy apartment, into the just as crappy hallway, to the oh-so-familiar sweet sound of arguing travelling up the stairwell from the entrance hall below.

“Who the hell do you think you are, Emma? You have no right to stop me from seeing my own son!”

“Look at yourself, Neal! You can barely stand! You’re hardly in any fit state to look after yourself, let alone a four-year-old boy!”

Emma Swan. The irritation was clear in her voice, as it travelled up the pungent staircase that Killian started to take down, yet it was her voice which reminded him of the single reason why he hadn’t moved the hell out of the crappy apartment building at any point in the last year. Even when shouting, screaming at her dickhead of an ex with all her might, her voice was as captivating as a siren’s song, drawing him in as the rest of the world fell away around him.

“Every fucking time, Emma! There’s always something with you, isn’t there? You can never just hand him over without causing a scene.”

“Perhaps that has something to do with the fact that you are never able to turn up sober. You need help, Neal.”

“Leave off! I’m perfectly fine.”

“I’d almost believe you, if it weren’t for the slurring.” She let out a heavy sigh. “I can’t believe this! No, in fact, I can! I can totally believe this! This is textbook you, Neal! You get his hopes up and then you let him down.”

“Let him down? I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Yes, and utterly shit-faced, you damn asshole.”

Killian chuckled to himself, having heard enough of their arguments through the building's thin walls to be invested enough to back Emma over her alcoholic ex. He’d also overheard enough to know that when Emma resorted to cursing, she was well and truly pissed.

Commotions were a frequent occurrence in the apartment complex. Day or night, the residents just did not care. Killian had quickly learned that the best way to cope with it all, was to just treat the whole thing like a soap drama; it was almost more compelling than the ones on television. It wasn’t just Emma and Neal; there was enough drama in the building for him to develop his own soap drama television show if he wanted. If it wasn’t Emma, his lovely neighbor in apartment 205, arguing with her ex, it was the guy in apartment 101 making direct complaints over noise levels, someone accusing the pickpocket in 219 of theft, the guy in 117 finding a megaphone through which to broadcast his crazed ramblings that no one could make any sense of, or the young man in 301 hosting his midnight raves which attracted all the youth in the city like the bloody Pied Piper.

Yes, life in Enchanted View apartments was just charming. And extremely entertaining, in a guilty pleasure kind of way.

The arguing continued as Killian made his way down the stairs, obscenities and insults getting thrown back and forth as Emma went for it in giving Neal a piece of her mind. Killian had to hold back a cheer of satisfaction that she was finally doing such a thing; making himself realize just how invested he had gotten.

He stayed quiet, not wanting to draw any attention to himself. He hoped to get by unnoticed, to slip out onto the street, and go about his day, leaving them to their dispute. It was only when he reached the bottom step that he determined such a feat to be impossible for Emma Swan stood in the building doorway, blocking his way. Or rather, preventing her tool of an ex-boyfriend from gaining entry to the building. Neal was bladdered; completely and utterly bladdered. Killian had known, from his slurred words, that he was drunk, but the man stood before Emma was well and truly hammered, incapable of standing still, staggering around the doorstep. His movements were slow and shaky, resulting in any attempt he made to get past Emma looking weak and pathetic. The only danger there was of Neal getting over the threshold were if he were to fall flat on his face. Killian chuckled lightly to himself, amused by such a scenario playing out in his head.

“I promised I’d take him bowling so I’m damn well going to take him bowling.”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you chose to go heavy on the booze for breakfast. It’s not happening, Neal.”

“I’m not leaving ‘til I see him. Where the hell is he? Henry! Henry!”

“Cut it out, Neal. You really don’t want him to see you like this.”

“Oh, lighten up, Emma.”

Killian moved off the bottom step, with the plan to slip out through the back door which led into the side alley. Yet, as he began said plan, his eyes fell on the very boy at the core of the adults’ argument. Henry. The four-year-old sat patiently on the bench, positioned opposite the out-of-order elevator, a book open in his hands. Peter Pan, Killian read from the cover. Henry’s head was buried in the book, avidly inspecting the colourful pictures within it but, every now and then, whenever his parents’ voices rose or his name came up, the boy’s head would shoot out of the book, sending an apprehensive glance towards the doorway in which his equally unrelenting parents stood.

Killian thought back to his own childhood, to all the times his mother argued with his drunk father. He recalled how much he hated it, how he always found a way to blame himself for their arguing, and how useless he had felt every time; the urge to help his mother conflicting with the fear of how his father may react if he did. Killian couldn’t help but see himself in Henry but with one key difference; Liam had been there for Killian, right by his side, throughout every argument. Henry had no one, an only child, sat alone on the bench, just a book for company.

Killian wondered over to the young boy, taking up the empty space on the bench beside him.

“What have you got there, lad?” Killian asked, nodding to the book in Henry’s hands.

“A book,” the four-year-old responded with the obvious.

Killian chuckled to himself; ask a stupid question.

“That a good book?” Killian tried again, determined to strike up conversation to distract the lad from the scene behind him.

The boy shrugged, lacking enthusiasm, “It’s okay.”

Henry’s head turned to the entrance again, just in time to see his father attempt to force Emma’s arm out of the way, only to stumble backwards and fall into a pillar.

“Do you want me to help you read it?” Killian offered, successfully drawing the boy’s attention back onto him.

“That’s okay, thank you,” Henry politely declined his offer. “I look at the pictures and make up my own story.”

“Do you now?” Killian replied. “Care to tell me one?”

Henry smiled at him and nodded enthusiastically. He pointed to the picture in his book, a crocodile circling the waters around the Jolly Roger.

“Once upon a time, Peter Pan took a girl called Wendy to a place called Neverland and they flied there but actually, properly flied, not on an aeroplane, with, like, magic and stuff, and it was an island but there were no animals on the island and Wendy was sad because she loves animals,” Henry began to tell his story.

“Oh, why were there no animals?” Killian asked.

“They went in the water with the crocodile,” Henry answered.

Killian wasn’t quite sure what the four-year-old was implying with that statement.

“So, they all went to live in the water with the croc?” Killian checked.

“No!” Henry protested, looking at him like he was stupid. “The crocodile ate them all up!”

“Well, that’s not very kind,” Killian responded.

“Duh, he’s the bad guy,” Henry said.

Killian laughed; that told him.

“Good point,” he conceded.

“Are you going to let me tell the rest of the story?” Henry asked pointedly.

“Sorry, lad, sure, go ahead,” Killian encouraged.

“There was also a very, very, very bad guy on the island and his name was Captain Hook! He was a pirate who got everyone’s treasure and didn’t like Peter Pan or Wendy,” Henry continued, putting a great level of emphasis on certain words. “Peter Pan and Wendy didn’t like Captain Hook because he was naughty and didn’t have kind hands or kind words so they went to fight him. With swords! And a tyrannosaurus rex! And a dragon! But Captain Hook was really stronger and a gooder fighter and he pushed the tyrannosaurus rex and the dragon and Peter Pan and Wendy into the water and the crocodile ate them all up!”

Henry grinned, looking really proud of himself for coming up with such an exciting story. Killian raised an eyebrow.

“Aren’t the good guys supposed to win?” Killian asked.

“But that’s boring!” Henry defended his story.

“True,” Killian conceded with a chuckle. “And I must admit, it was a twist I didn’t see coming. You’re quite the storyteller, lad.”

Henry beamed at him, completely distracted from the argument raging on behind him.

“That’s what I want to do when I’m bigger!” Henry spoke enthusiastically, bouncing up and down on the bench. “I want to be a story maker!”

“I’m sure you’ll make a fine story maker,” Killian encouraged, smiling at the boy.

“I’m going to make stories about castles and princes and princesses and space and pirates and dragons and dinosaurs!” Henry told him eagerly, speaking at a hundred miles per hour.

“Wow, that’s a lot of stories,” Killian remarked.

“My favorite dinosaur is the tyrannosaurus rex,” Henry segued slightly, once again impressing Killian with his pronunciation.

“Good choice, lad. Those are the big ones,” Killian replied.

“But they’re all extinct now,” Henry spoke matter-of-factly.

“That’s a big word you’ve used there,” Killian commented as the four-year-old continued to impress him with his vocabulary. “Do you know what it means?”

“It means they’re all gone,” Henry answered confidently. “They died and turned into fossils which is good because if they weren’t died they would eat us all up!”

“You’re just full of knowledge, aren’t you?” Killian mused.

Henry grinned at him, seemingly appreciating the compliment. Killian was just happy to have lifted his spirits slightly, even if it was only temporary. The commotion in the doorway was bound to end eventually and he couldn’t pretend to know how things would proceed from there. In the meantime, Killian was more than happy to keep the lad company; it was far better than the boy sitting on his own, listening to every word his parents exchanged.

“My name’s Killian, by the way,” he introduced himself.

He had seen the boy around the apartment building on multiple occasions. They had even nearly bumped into each other several times; the energetic boy didn’t have the best spatial awareness. They had smiled at each other, waved on occasion, and Killian had exchanged the odd ‘hello’ with his mother, but no official introductions had ever been made. Killian suddenly realized that his conversation with the boy meant that he had had more interaction with young Henry than with the boy’s mother. As good company as the boy provided, something had gone seriously wrong with that one.

“I’m Henry,” the boy introduced himself in return.

Little did the four-year-old know that Killian already knew his name. The apartment walls weren’t exactly thick, and Henry wasn’t quite as well behaved behind closed doors as he was when out in public. There were a few times each week where Emma got forced into resorting to shouting her son’s name to get him to listen to her.

“Nice to meet you, Henry,” Killian smiled at him.

The boy smiled back in return and Killian took a pause from the conversation to take a swig of his coffee whilst thinking of the next question to ask to continue his distraction attempts.

Henry spoke up first, “My mommy says fucking hell.”

Killian spluttered and choked on his coffee as it went down the wrong hole. He promptly recovered and looked at the boy beside him who was looking up at him with such sweet, innocent hazel eyes. There was no way, Killian decided, that such a young boy had said what he thought he had just heard.

“Sorry, kid, I missed that one,” Killian told him.

Henry replied, assured and matter of fact in what he was saying, “My mommy says fucking hell.”

Bloody fucking hell. Killian was out of his depth the second he had struck up a conversation with the boy, let alone when he found himself having to deal with a four-year-old cursing.

“I don’t think you should be repea-”

“That’s what my mommy says to my daddy.”

Killian couldn’t help himself and let out a loud laugh. He glanced at Neal and took in the man’s inebriated state; the way he staggered as he tried, and failed, again, to force his way past Emma who stood strong in the doorway, continuing to refuse to relinquish her position. A series of slurred insults poured out of Neal’s mouth, all directed at Emma and none of them harbouring even a slither of truth.

Killian turned back to Henry, his own chain of choice words coming to mind when he thought of Neal.

“Honestly, lad, I don’t blame her,” Killian remarked.

Henry glanced down at his book and absent-mindedly flicked through a couple of pages, barely glancing at the pictures. Killian took the momentary pause in conversation as another chance to take a swig of his coffee.

“Killian?” Henry spoke up again.

“What’s up, lad?” Killian returned.

“Are you going to have a sleepover with mommy?” Henry shot a random question at him.

Killian frowned, wondering where the boy could have possibly gotten that question from, before answering, “Not that I know of.”

“Oh,” Henry’s shoulders slumped, radiating disappointment.

“What makes you ask?” Killian questioned curiously.

Henry sat up straighter and set his book down on the bench. He turned back to Killian, his eyes wide with excitement.

“Once upon a time, I had a scary nightmare at night-time and it was really, really, really late because it was really, really black out my window,” Henry delved into what Killian feared for a moment was going to be another story ending with everyone getting eaten up, rather than an answer to his question. “And because I was scared, I wanted my mommy and I found her in the living room and she was drinking wine!”

“Did she drink it all up?” Killian asked.

“She drank loads of it. Mommy says wine is really nice but I don’t know because she won’t let me try because I’m not big enough. She says it’s a grown-up drink,” Henry said, instantly making Killian regret asking, distracting the boy from the original point. “Mommy says too much wine make you silly like Daddy, and not in a good way like a clown, but she said she needs wine sometimes to deal with Daddy. She says Daddy drives her round the bend.”

Killian laughed and made a mental note to watch every single thing he said around the boy, picking up on his habit to repeat things he heard. He guided the lad back to the original point, “What were you saying about a sleepover?”

“Oh, yes!” Henry grinned at the reminder. “Mommy was drinking wine with her friend Mary Margaret and I heard Mommy say that she wanted the man next door in her bed. That’s you.”

Killian knew it was him before Henry had even pointed it out to him, given the resident in apartment 206 was a woman. He smiled to himself and looked knowingly across at Emma. She still had her back to him, too caught up in dealing with Neal and was probably totally oblivious to his presence there. She wasn’t, however, oblivious to his presence in the apartment next door; her kid had just made that much clear to him.

She may have been drunk at the time of Henry’s earwigging, but drunk meant free of inhibition which meant there had to be some level of truth to her words. It had been a year since he had moved in, and it was the first hint he had ever received that she was at all interested in him. With nothing but passing exchanges of ‘hellos’, Killian had assumed otherwise but, after talking to Henry, he put the pieces together, realizing that she was essentially a single mother, single-handedly bringing up a four-year-old with a pathetic excuse for a father, which undoubtedly left little room for dating. If he wanted to be more than neighbors exchanging the odd polite hello, he was going to have to make the first move and, armed with the knowledge Henry had given him, he was suddenly extremely eager to do so.

If only Neal would give up already. The man was still arguing his case to Emma.

“So?” Henry spoke up, forcing Killian to take his eyes off Emma and return them to her son. “Are you going to have a sleepover?”

“We’ll see,” Killian responded, trying to be as careful as he could with his choice of words.

‘Killian wants to have a sleepover with you’ coming out of Henry’s mouth was not the way he wanted to approach asking Emma out.

“Are you going to be my new daddy?”

Killian was so glad he wasn’t drinking his coffee in that moment for he would have choked on it again. He stared at the kid, unsure if he really wanted to find out where that question had come from and yet, he was curious.

He couldn’t help himself, “What makes you ask that?”

“When Mommy said that she wanted you in her bed, Mary Margaret said that you would make a better daddy for me than my daddy,” Henry recalled then sighed, dropping his head and inspecting his shoes. “My daddy’s rubbish. He never does anything he says he’s going to do.”

Killian made a mental note to thank Mary Margaret, if he ever met her, for dropping him in it with that one.

“Your daddy’s not rubbish, Henry,” Killian reluctantly forced the words out. “He just needs… a bit of help.”

A lot of help. And Neal needed to accept that fact too.

Henry frowned, looking slightly disappointed, “So… you’re not going to be my new daddy?”

“You’ve already got a daddy, Henry. And maybe, if he gets that little bit of help, he’ll be able to be a good daddy. And if not, maybe in the future Mummy will find you a better daddy,” Killian replied carefully, not at all sure he was saying the right thing; he was so far out of his depth. “For now, though, I can just be your friend.”

A small smile crept onto Henry’s face, “Friends?”

“Friends?” Killian returned the question.

“Yeah!” Henry nodded enthusiastically.

The boy’s smile broadened into a huge grin, one which Killian couldn’t help but return. As they fell into a comfortable silence, the heated exchange in the doorway was the only sound which filled the room.

“You want to see your son?” Emma snapped. “Sober the hell up and get some help. I’m done playing these games with you.”

“Fine!” an exasperated Neal shot back.

“Fine!”

Killian watched as Neal turned and staggered off down the steps back towards the street, amazed and slightly disappointed to see him do so without falling flat on his face. Emma slammed the door on him, the loud bang making little Henry jump. She let out a heavy sigh, and took a moment to compose herself, before turning around to find her son. Her eyes landed on Killian and she narrowed them, confused and surprised by his presence, watching him inquisitively as she walked over.

“Hey there,” she greeted.

“Hi,” he returned.

An exchange of hellos.

Henry jumped up from the bench, bouncing enthusiastically on his feet as he grabbed Emma’s hand.

“Mommy, Mommy, this is Killian, the man next door. He’s my new friend. He’s very nice. He sat with me whilst you and Daddy were arguing again,” Henry told her excitedly.

Emma glanced to the door and there was a harder look on her face when she looked back at Killian, “You heard all that?”

“I heard all the stories your boy was telling me,” Killian responded, choosing not to acknowledge the argument that she didn’t seem too thrilled about him overhearing. Something told him she hadn’t realized just how thin the walls were in the building, and just how many of her behind-closed-doors domestics he had also heard in the past. “He’s got quite the imagination.”

“Did they end with everyone getting eaten?” she asked, a hint of amusement in her tone.

“They did, indeed,” Killian confirmed with a nod. “Quite the thrilling twist.”

“Predictable if you listen to too many,” Emma warned.

“That, I look forward too,” he returned.

She smiled slightly then spoke, with some of the sincerest words he had ever heard, “Thank you, Killian.”

“It was my honor,” he returned, matching her tone. “That’s one fine boy you’ve got there. He’s a real credit to you.”

Even if he has been dropping you in it.

Emma looked down at Henry beside her, ruffling his hair. When she looked back up at Killian, their eyes locked, his blue ones meeting her green, captivating him, drawing him in just as her voice did. Henry’s words echoed in his mind; I heard Mommy say she wanted the man next door in her bed. That’s you. It was him. Emma wanted him and man, did he want her. Not necessarily in his bed (though he certainly wouldn’t protest) but even in general; he wanted her there, with him, beside him, around. He wanted to be hers and, lost in each other’s gaze, he had the chance to take a step in that direction, to ask her out.

“Where’s Daddy?” Henry spoke up first, beating him to it.

Damn it. Bloody Neal.

Emma’s eyes left his, dropping down to her kid once more and Killian followed her gaze. Henry was looking towards the closed door of the apartment building, no Neal in sight.

“He said we were going bowling,” a disappointed Henry sighed.

“I know, kid,” Emma crouched down to his level, pushing the hair away from his eyes before taking his hands in hers. “But Daddy had to be somewhere. He’s really sorry. Maybe in a few weeks-”

“Let’s do it,” Killian spoke up, cutting her off.

Emma looked up at him, frowning, “I’m sorry?”

“Let’s do it,” Killian repeated. “Let’s go bowling.”

Henry gasped, his eyes immediately lighting up as he started excitedly bouncing around again. “Really?”

“If your mum doesn’t mind…” Killian hesitantly trailed off, realizing he probably should have spoken to Emma about it first.

He looked at her. The sharp look he received back from Emma told him he most definitely should have spoken to her first.

Bloody hell.

Had he put his foot in it the very first chance he had gotten? Had he screwed things up before they had even begun?

Emma stood up. She encouraged Henry to take a look at his book whilst she discussed some plans, and then pulled Killian away from the bench and towards the door. Her touch was light and her skin smooth against his arm. He was hit by a pang of disappointment when her touch left him, desperate for more. She folded her arms, guarding herself.

“Look, Killian, I appreciate-”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, cutting her off before realizing he was developing a bad habit of doing so. “I should have spoken to you before saying anything to the lad. He just looked so disappointed.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, Killian, but all you did is delay the disappointment, probably even increased it. I can’t take him bowling,” Emma told him with an exasperated sigh. “I’m living pay check-to-pay check as it is and we’re only just scraping by. I can’t afford to take him bowling.”

“It’s on me,” Killian told her.

Emma gaped at him, “Why would you do such a thing?”

The question had multiple answers, as far as Killian was concerned. He could spend all day answering that one. After all, why wouldn’t he do such a thing? He decided to keep his response as concise as possible in an effort not to appear all gushy.

“Because your son is quite the charmer, in his own little way,” he told her. “And it’s about time I asked you out on a date and I can’t wait a week and I don’t expect you to find a babysitter on such short notice. So, Emma Swan, would you and your little prince care to join me on a bowling and pizza adventure?”

“You know my surname?” she didn’t miss a trick.

“I may have peeked at your mail,” he confessed.

“That’s crafty, Killian Jones,” she smirked at him.

He raised an eyebrow at her own crafty confession, “Is that a yes?”

“Hey, kid!” Emma avoided answering, calling over to Henry instead, whose little head shot out of his book like lightning. “Wanna go bowling?”

“Yes!” Henry exclaimed.

The four-year-old tossed his book aside on the bench and jumped to his feet, racing across to Emma and Killian before once again returning to his excited bouncing.

“Killian’s treating us to bowling,” Emma told the boy. “What do you need to say?”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Henry exclaimed.

Without warning, the boy charged at him, running straight into his legs, and wrapping his arms around them. The action knocked Killian off balance and he would have fallen were it not for Emma grabbing a hold of his hand and steadying him, saving him from that embarrassment. With his balance restored, Killian gratefully ran his thumb along hers as he let go.

“That’s quite alright, Henry,” Killian replied as he gently patted the boy on the shoulder.

“Come on then, kid, go fetch your book and we’ll set off,” Emma prompted.

Henry released Killian from his tight grasp and ran off back to the bench, doing as he was told. Killian’s eyes met Emma’s once more as she smiled at him, a gesture he automatically returned.

“You just made his day,” Emma told him.

“You just made my year,” Killian returned.

Tags: @teamhook@laianely@booksteaandtoomuchtv@exhaustedpirate@anmylica@hollyethecurious@kmomof4@winterbaby89@undercaffinatednightmare@resident-of-storybrooke@tiganasummertree@stahlop@lfh1226-linda@darkshadow7@fleurdepetite@captainswan-kellie@motherkatereloyshipper@soniccat@jrob64@whimsicallyenchantedrose@jonesfandomfanatic@myfearless-love

#cs ff #captain swan #there's no harm in repeating

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bookreadingpsycopath · 9 months

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To people on this silly website:

As midnight draws closer and closer (or already happened for people in different time zones) I just wanted to say thank you to my mutuals and the people I’ve seen on my dash. Whether we’ve ever had a conversation or not I hope things turn out ok for you.

I haven’t been on this website for a very long time but thank you for posting Art, thank you for posting silly little ramble about topics you like, thank you’d to bringing awareness to different topics, thank you for posting snippets of your WIP’s, thank you for sharing what’s you’re thinking about, thank you for all your shitposts, thank you for your rants, thank you for all of your posts whether they’re goofy, serious, happy, depressing, or just there, thank you for existing because it sucks but we’re all in this silly little website together and I think that’s quite nice, thank you for all the poetry on here, thank you for the song lyrics on here, thank you to all of my mutuals who have put up with me posting random ass stuff at the most random hours the days, thank you for all the fun tag games, thank you for the picrew tag chains, thank you for interacting with me, that has meant so much to me even if you’ve just liked a post of mine or if you tagged me in something or talked with me, thank you from the depths of my being it truly meant so much to me. Thank you all for so much.

I hope to interact with more of you little shits (affectionate) within this coming year. If you ever need someone to talk to feel free to send me an ask or something like that I’ll be glad to listen. If 2024 doesn’t treat you well we can all beat it up together at the end of it. I hope you get to enjoy yourself more in 2024.

And thank you too all my mutuals again for putting up with all my shit lmao @smol-sorrows @sunnandclouds @keinechteslaecheln @justaproblem-17 @wolfstaridiot08 @demigoddess-of-ghosts @dzikiemaslo @moonysversion @lifewaster-imdanger98 @kevinhayrle

And a special message to @wolfstaridiot08! You are amazing and so loved by me (in a platonic way) I’m pretty sure we’re platonic soulmates and I’m excited to go on a book splurge with you this weekend. You have gotten me through so much and thank you so fucking much for that. You helped me figure a lot of my shit out and have put up with a lot of my shit too. You listened when no one else would and I’m sorry for when I brushed things off and didn’t tell you stuff. Thank you for shoving (firmly but kindly pushing) me into a slightly healthier lifestyle and making sure I am actually getting adequate amount of rest, thank you for being there for me, thank you for showing me its ok to not be “perfect” all the time and that it was ok to be myself, thank you for consistently talking to me and even if you didn’t realize it that meant so much to me, thank you for showing me what a healthy friendship actually looked like, thank you for letting me ramble on and on about all of my new obsessions, thank you for supporting me, thank you for all the late night texts, thank you teaching me the wonders of flipping people off, thank for being my obsession buddy, thank you for giving me space when I asked for it, thank you for for sharing your writing with me, thank you for staying with me and not just pulling away or something, thank you for being you, thank you for everything and more, and WE MADE IT, we made it to New Year’s Eve, we did it. I love you ❤️.

(also sorry if this sounds cheesy, I’m a sappy bitch)

#New Year’s Eve #Happy new years #thank you all everything #2024 bitches good luck 🫡

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sugutoad · 9 months

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Matchup Trade for @mothoka

↳ Thank you for doing Matchups at Sugutoad

↳ MAI ZENIN; late night conversations, preventing either one of you to rest / loose morals/ rumours spread and gossips heard / forest green and midnight blue / soft kisses / a reverie / outcasted / head held up high in the clouds, walking in a never ending dreamscape / curious wanderer / harbinger of love and misery / the sole star in her life, guiding her through darkness / similar yet different / bravery / grit and perseverance / metallic silver / bare and bruised hands sculpting one another’s heart / gentle rain / standing proud, claiming her love in front of the world / photography / absolute perfection

𓆩⟡𓆪 In all honesty, my heart was torn between the two Zenin sisters. The ideas were similar, someone headstrong and more comfortable with others to an extent. Someone who can keep you on your toes and make sure you follow a proper sleeping schedule. But after speaking to a friend, they helped me pick out Mai for you and in honesty, she was right! (Thank you @kamesama ) You’re an enigma to her. Something she has to solve before Maki can… however, she may view you as someone that she needs to help. I normally pick out opposites, they complement one another the best and bring out side in one another they may have originally known off. A supposed outcast with a snarky mouth and a quiet girl, her head in the clouds… What could possibly go wrong?

𓆩⟡𓆪 Mai pokes around too much, she wants to know the best of you and picks up things too easily. Such as your sleeping schedule. “Did you not sleep well?” Mai would aks tenderly, eyes full of genuine care and concern. “You look so tired. come here. let me hold you.” Despite holding your in her arms, she softly teases you, whispering words into a blonde mess. “I always tell you to sleep, don't I? Idiot…”

𓆩⟡𓆪 Her head resting on your shoulder as you sit in her lap, in all honesty you were the perfect size for her lap which she wholly believes just have been a sign, green eyes looking over your shoulder and reading with you. Occasionally, she would let out a gasp or tell you to either hurry up or slow down your reading pace. After all, she has to know what happened next to her favourite character.

𓆩⟡𓆪 She is in absolute awe of you. So when you would do even the slightest thing, Mai would always praise you. It would be so random too. But she claims that is observant and is able to see the good you do. Sweet praises in your ears, hoping to see a reaction. But usually it’s because of how intrigued she is by you. Coming behind you and silently watching you draw or watching a movie with you, just because she wants to be near you

𓆩⟡𓆪 Cross-legged on your bed, her chin resting in her hand as she rambles on about something that happened either in her clan or at school with Todou. Certainly raising an eyebrow when you join her venting and shit talking, when did her sweet and quiet girlfriend talk about others like this? She wasn’t complaining though, it was nice to have someone to pour her heart out to without the fear of being judged.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Her heart melts when you give her a gift. Not only do you always give her words of encouragement, making sure she is always alright and helping her but now you are spending on her? A part of her thinks she should let you go, that you deserve better than her. But a selfish part of her wants to keep you away from the world. You did see the bets in her when no one else had ever appreciated her existence, only acknowledging it once she started being around Todou. You were hers and she was yours, and she would make sure not her ever changed that.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Mai believes you are the most beautiful person to ever grace the planet. From your sweet freckles which she certainly has attempted once to count and blonde hair cascading past your shoulders, your beauty was otherworldly, ethereal for this rubbish world. A little note but she definitely does your hair. Mai has rather short hair, she can’t do much with it but when she ran her hands through your hair, she became obsessed with styling it.

RUNNER UP: MAKI ZENIN AND GOJO SATORU

#jujustu kaisen #Mai Zenin #anime matchups #anime #anime matchup #jjk matchup #sazh matchup #Sorry this is so short…

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iwannarunawayandbeapirate · 7 months

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just finished watching midnight mass. what a show. here are some of my post-finale brain ramblings about what might happen afterwards

I can't help but wonder what Leeza and Warren are going to do next. If they somehow manage to make it to the mainland, what would they even tell people? I mean if I was in their shoes I'd say that Father Paul and Beverly turned the community into a cult, and convinced them all (falsely) that they should commit suicide and be resurrected by God. Anyone on the island who refused to join in was killed as a way of "purging the faithless". The cultists cut off all commmunication and burned the boats because they didn't want anyone to escape the island or call for help.

But it's incredibly unlikely that they'd even be able to make it there in their tiny canoe; most likely they'd have to return to the island.

So what else is left? What home can they return to? Everything is burned. From dust we came, to dust we shall return. The island is destroyed, corpses everywhere. The fires haven't even been extinguished. Do they wait for the fire to die down before returning? Is there even any food left on the island? How long do they have to survive until someone comes over from the mainland? Do they realise they're not going to live long enough to be rescued and write down an account of everything that happened, in the hope that someone will find it?

How do they cope with having to walk past the charred remains of their loved ones? The smell of ashes and burnt flesh, pungent in their noses wherever they go? What do they do when the adrenaline dies down and they realise that they have no one left? That everyone else they know and love is dead? How do they feel when the realisation slowly settles in that it's just the two of them, now, and somehow they have to go on, they have to live? They're teenagers. They're kids. They should never have witnessed anything even remotely like this. How do you live when your life has been destroyed? How do you love when everyone who loved you had to burn? How do you look forward when every step into the future leads you further away from everything you once knew, all the things you want to remember and yearn to forget? What then? What's next? How do you rebuild a world that has been burnt to ashes?

i am so normal about this show i swear

bonus under the cut: bingo card i made for episode 7 and like the last 25 minutes of episode 6 (please ignore the fact that i called beverly evelyn several times, that was an accident)

#midnight mass #midnight mass spoilers

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planerot · 1 year

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For the headcanons thing, how about: 🧸👻🎶👽🦾💔🪢🔪💄😺😭 all for Maru. (He’s my favorite and I can’t get enough of him!)

(Thank you so much for the ask! This is going to be VERY rambly and the grammar/spelling is probably gonna be rough, but I hope you enjoy!)

🧸: I think Maru would have a pretty normal childhood. My headcanon is that one of his parents was a doctor/mechanic (The cars lore is really inconsistent if medical care providers are doctors or mechanics) and he spent a lot of time in their clinic/shop just watching them do their thing. Overtime, once he was old enough, he began to help them out and began to learn how to be a mechanic himself. Overtime, either out of boredom or actual interest, he taught himself to fix boats, planes and every other type of frame he could think of. By the time he was 18, he was just as skilled as others twice his age.

👻: Maru is terrified of failure. When you work a job where you are solely responsible for someone living or dying, messing up is a near paralyzing fear. In my headcanon, Maru was a mechanic on the set of CHoPs and a small, terrible part of him blames himself for Nick's death. He knows deep down that Nick was doomed the second he hit the ground, but there's still a small part of him that laments the fact that he might've been able to save him if he was only just a little faster, a little more prepared, a little more concentrated.

🎶: Maru enjoys country but isn't really picky. He likes to work with background noise, so he'll just listen to whatever Patch is playing over the speakers most of the time. If she isn't playing anything, he'll turn on an old radio he has and let the local stations play in the background.

👽: His weird quirk is that he sometimes sleepwalks (sleepdrives?). It's rare for him to do it now that he's an adult (I imagine it was much more common when he was a kid/teen), but when he does do it, he seems fully awake. The team has learnt ways to tell if he's awake and just a bit delirious or if he's fully dead to the world and actually sleepwalking. It was very funny the first time Dusty ran into a sleepwalking Maru after grabbing himself a midnight snack. Dusty didn't even realize Maru was sleepwalking until a very grumpy Windlifter, awoken by the noise, rolled out and shooed Maru back to his hangar.

🦾: I actually have 2 for this one! After a long career as a mechanic, Maru would probably have some chronic pain in his tines. Years of damage and abuse and the occasional self neglect have caused him to develop a consistent ache in his tines that can never be fully soothed. He has ways of taking the edge off, and it's by no means career ending, but it's still annoying. The other disability headcanon I have for Maru is that he has ADHD. This one is mostly vibes and projecting my own ADHD onto him, haha. His workspace is messy and he seems like he'd be the type to throw himself into a project for hours and hours, hyperfocusing on getting it done all in one sitting. The other PPAA members occasionally have to lure him out of his hangar for a break, otherwise he'd sit there for an entire day without eating or sleeping.

💔: Maru, Blade and Nick were VERY, VERY close. Maru, having taken formal training as a mechanic, (which I imagine is the cars universe equivalent of nursing school), has much better coping skills than Blade. (Aka he just compartmentalized to hell and back). However, questionable coping skills aside, he was never the same after Nick died. He has never admitted it to anyone but Blade, but every year, on the anniversary of Nick's death, he just lets himself break down. He'll avoid everyone all day and just let himself have a day to grieve someone he saw as one of his closest friends. The rest of the team has 0 idea why Maru suddenly locks himself in his hangar on that specific day and gets all sad, but they support him the best they can. The day after, they always do their best to make him feel loved and included, reminding him that their always there for him if he needs them.

🪢 (This emoji is broken on my computer, but I was able to figure it out on mobile): He is pretty close with his family. He does his best to visit on holidays and write them letters while he's on base. He loves his job as mechanic, but it does make him a bit sad that he has to spend so much time away from home because of it.

🔪: Maru is very scrappy. He may be small, but he has a variety of tools that would do just fine as weapons. He isn't the type to immediately jump into a fight, but if someone refuses to back down despite clear warning, then, well, it isn't his fault, is it? This is the reason he was NOT allowed to talk to Cad unsupervised. Cad was absolutely the type to say something shitty and then refuse to back down lest his poor ego be bruised. Blade, as much as he probably fantasized about it himself (and how Cad 100% deserved it), didn't want Maru to beat the shit out of the guy who controlled their budget.

💄: I like his canon vehicle design as is, so I'll give some humanized headcanons. I don't have a 100% solid idea of what he'd look like as a human, but I imagine he'd have a permanent stubble no matter how much he shaves and a very generic, short haircut. He is almost always wearing his baseball cap and the poor thing is probably FILTHY. His clothes in general are probably constantly caked in grease and whatever else has collected on the floor of his hangar. His usual attire would be a blue PPAA jumpsuit with a toolbelt looped through the belt loops. He's almost one of the shortest members of the crew (maybe only taller then a couple of the smokejumpers) and has a very rectangular body type.

😺: He doesn't mind animals, but he also isn't a massive fan of them. He finds the deere at the park nice at least, but other then that, he is very neutral on all of the wildlife.

😭: I know this one is already been apart of some other headcanons, but Nick's death by far. The members of the PPAA team who've died and had their pictures put on The Wall are also pretty traumatic, but Nick was the one he was the closest with. It especially hurt because of how it devastated Blade, Nick's death a very major part as to why Blade acts the way he acts. When Nick died, Maru not only had to piece himself back together, but he also tried his best to help Blade not emotionally implode on himself.

#i have many brainworms #as you can tell #this was really fun to write #thank you for the prompts!#headcanon ask #maru #pixar planes #planes fandom

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luckyshotwrites · 2 years

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heya it’s Riddle Anon/Anon Hearts here. And well I wanted to say thank you. It’s a bit out of nowhere, but ummm I’ve been having trouble with sleep for the last couple weeks and today I woke up like really bad. And I tried just looking through things so I could relax, and I ended up looking at your pizzeria story. And while there were times where I genuinely felt a bit like Lyn I really enjoyed it. I think I’ve been reading it for like an hour and a half now at the first part of Day 13 right now.

I know it’s kinda random and all, but ummm really thank you. It helped me relax a bit and took my mind off of my bad sleeping schedule. I remember even considering trying to imagine who’d I’d want to meet and maybe see what happen in an rp cause I tend to rp a lot with friends or just in my head. In all honesty though I’m rambling a bit but thank you. I know ummm this is out of the blue and it feels a bit kinda stupid and stuff but ummm I appreciate you taking the time to make your story and keep up with it. Even if it sometimes drains you motivation. I hope you can keep going with it. Even if I’m not caught up.

Heh… ummm I’m gonna go back to reading now I kinda feel way too embarrassed and nervous now. And sorry if this is here while you’re asleep I kinda woke up at my 3am and as I said before sleep has been a big issue for me recently… so going back to sleep was quite literally out of the question. Ummm I hope your day goes well and that everything is ok! And that you’re healing well from yesterday.

YO, Riddle Anon! I actually know the feeling. I went to bed a little after midnight and I still woke up at 4 a.m. Mostly because it's hard to sleep with the bruise right now but I've had some sleep issues as of late. I'm on central time so it's 6 a.m. right now, I was already awake. >:D (This is pretty long so for convenience, here's the read more).

Regardless, like-hearing that my story actually could help someone out, squeezes my heart with joy. I wish I could describe it but that's been my dream with writing every since I was little. I have so many stories and ideas roaming around in my head, I think they're great but executing them is the hard part so I never pushed myself to do it until Widfali.

And my biggest dream with writing was that my stories could help people as others fantasy stories growing up had helped me. SO, it's honestly one of the best compliments I can receive. I am so happy and grateful that Widfali could do that for anyone. You have no idea how absolutely sweet it is to read that. Also I'm worried for your sleep schedule. If possible you gotta get some good Z's, please!

AND THANK YOU for taking the time to read what I wrote! Anyone who does deserves all the thank you's as well, readers are my biggest motivation! Without any of you I don't know how well I would have continued.

I hope you keep enjoying it!

Thank you for the askaroni! If there was a market for tears, I would be rolling in dough right now. Because I cry so easily over compliments, I SWEAR I've gotten them throughout my life, I'm not starved. I don't think. But, it warms my heart so much, the same as knowing you peeps SUCCEED TO!

YOU BETTER HAVE AN AWESOME REST OF YOUR DAY, RIDDLE ANON! (NONNEGOTIABLE). Get a nap or two if possible too!

P.s. it's been a long wallop since I rp'ed. Now to get that fix I do DnD with a couple of peeps. xD I can't imagine trying to roleplay these characters. Especially certain ones...cough, cough, LEV, cough, cough. I'd die.

#widfali ask #Riddle Anon #luckyshotwrites

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hanak0kun · 10 months

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*insert obligatory proship isn't a verb it's a belief, and it doesn't stand for problematic shipping it stands for "In favor of shipping" (pro-shipping)* :P (/lh)

For me tho, Ig it's because of how i grew up on the internet? I joined fandom in around 2016, in the undertale fandom, and as we all know, undertale was notorious for shipping things like selfcest, incest, whatever Frans has going on, things like that- I was introduced to the concept of ship and let ship, and I knew not to harass someone even if they shipped something I found gross, and I knew someone wasn't going to harass me for shipping things like Frans and sanscest, this has carried through the fandoms I've been in, I've both had ships I've found awful and would never get why someone would ship it, but would leave alone, and I've had ships that I knew other people found disgusting and thankfully ppl have left me alone about them for the most part, so when I found out that there was a group out there that harrased people for what they shipped, and I found out that my mindset was now called proshipping instead of being normal, I adapted and started using that label to describe myself, hope this helps! ^^

(btw sorry if my rambling doesn't make sense it's midnight for me :P)

thanks for your input!! it's really appreciated :)

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heyy, how are youu? hope you're doing great!

this is my first request in a while so I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense 😭

Can you write something about how Vanessa and we have been in a relationship for a couple of months and she gets jealous of someone (It can be anyone you can think of) But she doesn't know how to tell us because she is still too shy to express her feelings towards us?

aaand if u take request for smut, can u add some soft sex with lot of praise? 😁

a/n: sure can <33 I love me some jealous vanessa.

Trigger warnings: smut, top!Vanessa, bottom!reader, jealously, established relationship, car sex, rough sex, vaginal fingering.

Vanessa knew she was protective over you.

How could she not be? You were just so sweet, a ball of sunshine, and she was lucky to have you in her life.

You were too good for her, all she wanted was to make you happy.

The two of you were at a bar, enjoying yourselves as Mike wanted to celebrate on getting your promotion. He was a nice guy, Vanessa and him were even friends, nothing more. She only has eyes for you.

Whenever she looked your way, saw you laughing with Mike, she saw him place his hand on top of yours, making her clench her jaw, he should know better, you hadn't told Mike about your relationship with Vanessa as she understood why, the judgement you both could get if it was let out, but Vanessa wanted nothing more than to kiss you in front of everyone to show them you are hers.

It was supposed to be a nice night out, but all she wanted to do was go back home, lay in her bed and sulk.

When it was time to leave, close to midnight, you were getting rather tired as you, Mike and Vanessa walked out of the bar, Mike seemed a bit tipsy, so did you, Vanessa couldn't really drink that much as she was the one driving.

"Hey I had fun tonight" She heard Mike say to you, her back was turned from him, she didn't want to look at you standing near him.

"Yeah, same here. Thanks for the shout."

"Of course, anytime."

Vanessa wanted to leave.

"I'll see you another time, Vanessa is waiting for me, see you!" You waved your goodbyes and walked off to where Vanessa was standing by her car.

When you both got inside the car, she didn't even speak not once. Letting you ramble the whole way as you turned on the stero.

You must have caught her the change in her mood.

"Honey?" You said, placing your hand on her thigh, she didn't move away. "What's wrong, you seem upset."

"It's nothing."

You scoffed, "don't give me that" you said, "I know you too damn well to know it's not just nothing."

Vanessa knew you were right about that and she couldn't hide away from this.

She let out a sigh, biting down at her bottom lip.

"It's... Mike."

"Mike?" You said, confused, but you let her continue as you knew she wasn't always the best at putting her words together in expressing how she felt.

"You didn't see the way he was looking at you, how much he was touching you, it's just-" she groaned, her hands hitting against the steering wheel as it hit you.

"Oh my God, you're jealous!" You grinned.

Vanessa turned her head to look at you, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous, I'm the one that gets to kiss you and take you out on dates not him" she muttered, gritting her teeth together.

You chuckled, your hand coming up to caress her cheek as she couldn't help but lean into your touch.

"The only person I want is you, silly. The entire time I was thinking of how fucking hot you looked and how badly I wanted your fingers inside me. Not once was I ever thinking of him."

Her eyes widened at that, pupils dilating.

"W-what? You were thinking of me?" She stammered, her cheeks burning.

You nodded.

"Can I show you how much I need you?" You asked, waiting for her permission, she didn't hesitate as she quickly nodded.

Her eyes stayed on yours, you found her hand and placed it under your shorts, she immediately groaned, feeling how wet you are.

"Yeah?" You murmured, letting her take control as she rubbed against your clit, her digits soaked in your juices, "this was all you."

Her gaze never left yours, Vanessa easily slipped in a finger into your cunt as you moaned, chest heaving up and down, she wanted to rip your clothes off and fuck you right then and there.

"Who does this pretty pussy belong to, mhm?" She asks.

You whimpered, back arching into her touch, she slowed down her movements.

"That's not what i wanted to hear, baby" she muttered.

"Yours! This pussy belongs to you" you moaned, feeling her curl in a digit inside you.

"Good girl, that wasn't so hard, wasn't it?" She teased with a light chuckle. "Now come all over my fingers, make a mess."

And you did.

You came with a sweet cry of her name, clenching around her and even then just watching you fall apart almost made Vanessa come herself, but she had more restraint.

She let you catch your breath as she pulled out her hand from your pants, fucking hell they were dripping with your wetness.

You watched her place them into her mouth, whimpering at the sight.

She moaned around them, sucking as she could taste you on her tongue.

Vanessa felt you pull against her tie, bringing her in closer to your body as you kissed her, soft, her hand rested against your cheek.

"I love you."

She heard you whisper.

Vanessa smiled, kissing you back harder.

"I love you too."

#fnaf x reader #fnaf x y/n #fnaf x you #fnaf vanessa x reader #fnaf vanessa #vanessa shelly x reader #stuff i wrote

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