#we know my answer buttttt

[throwmethroughawindow]

Took this from @leftsidebonfire who took it from @thus-spoke-lo but omg what a good idea!!!

I’m not sure if I could pull any of my favs tbh but if I couuuuulllddd, who would you think it would be???🥰 I love all of these mf’s so honestly if I can pull any I would feel honored😭😭😭😭

NOT ME USING KENPACHI AS A VOTE BC I DIDNT THINK PEOPLE WOULD PICK HIM AND PEOPLE VOTED FOR HIM LOLOL MY MAAAAN🥵

[lunatf-ao3]

We need more tfp 2.0 optimus, maybe not smut but cuddle 😔💔

BIG THINGS² ❤︎

[TFP] Optimus Prime/Human!Reader

[⚠︎]: ...

Sorry for the slow update, I've been a bit sick lately

Buttttt, I got myself a Starscream, and I'm so happpy kkkkkkk, It is actually my first figure ever. Honestly, I had to save up quite a bit to be able to buy it. ITS SO CUTE, I LOVE IT SO. I'll probably post(idk) it because I can't get over having it omg I'm so happy idc if its tiny

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You lie down on his chest without asking.

He's half reclining, resting, and you just climb on top. You use his body as if it were any other bed, as if it didn't weigh tons or could accidentally crush you.

He says nothing.

His arm rests on your body immediately. Firm, but not tight. It doesn't look like he's going to move.

"uncomfortable?" you ask, your face against his chest.

"No."

Dry. As always, without trying to reject you, he's just tired.

You take a deep breath. He's warmer than usual. The new body makes him vibrate more strongly, and you can feel every pulse through his spark. His size envelops you without trying.

"You are more... comfortable now."

He doesn't answer.

You try to get comfortable with more fervor, he doesn't stop you. You wriggle and growl, getting under the plates that he gently pulls you out from under and scratching your back with some sharp parts around there.

"You dont even look at me," you murmur.

"I know you are there."

"I thought you'd be more concerned about where I'll be in this much larger body."

"I do not have to watch over something I already have under control."

The humming under your body continues. You hear it in your lungs, feel it in your teeth. It's constant. The heat keeps rising. And it's not because of the environment.

"Are you regulating the temperature on purpose?"

"Your body loses heat when you sleep. It's a technical adjustment."

"Of course."

You settle in more comfortably, not questioning it. He says nothing. He just keeps his hand on your waist, his thumb tracing the line of your back almost automatically.

You let yourself go. His plates are hard, the sound of his mechanisms isn't so intrusive, and there's no tension in his movements. Nothing aggressive. Just firmness, presence, something that won't break even if you try.

"You should rest for a while," you murmur.

"I am resting."

"You look too active for that."

Silence.

"I will recharge."

"How obedient!"

Optimus just grunted, almost a hum. "Yes."

- - -

Part 1

[navia3000]

Enchanted - S.R.

Warnings : Mentions of a sad Reid (I hate him being sad), fluff, not really proof read

A/N : I know it’s not my best work buttttt I really liked this idea and I just recently watched this episode and felt so sad for Reid and I knew I wanted to write about it. The gif of him breaks my heart 😢 Also, thank you to @mariasont for giving me some tips to getting out of a writing slump, this would definitely not have happened without you 😭🤍

Masterlist

Requests are OPEN

Dr. Spencer Reid watched from the sidelines as his fellow agents and coworkers answered questions regarding their discussions. The BAU team was invited as guest speakers to a convention, where both he and Emily gave personal accounts and lectures regarding their work. Whilst Emily’s speech seemed to be a hit, Reid had not gotten a single question, and, frankly, everyone seemed confused and put off by the words he spoke.

He felt embarrassed and insecure, as though he was that twelve year old boy in high school all over again. After what felt like hours, he couldn’t take any more of standing off to the side alone and turned to leave.

“Dr. Reid!” He stopped at the sound of his name being called. He turned towards the culprit of the spoken words, eyebrows raised in surprise, and his heart stopped once his eyes landed on her.

She stood before him in a sweater and slacks, hair in a messy ponytail. She felt unsure of whether she should approach him, thinking she looked too laid-back for the sophisticated doctor. Still, she wore a smile on her face and could barely contain her excitement.

“Hi, my name is Y/N, and I just wanted to say I really enjoyed your speech. I think it’s so interesting how you can learn so much about an unsub from a geographical profile.”

He subtly pinched himself, attempting to discern if this was real. The most beautiful girl was standing there, talking to him, and actually interested in what he had to say.

“Thank you. I- I wasn’t sure if I was the most interesting up there. Are you a student?”

“Yeah, I am. I’m in the FBI Academy, and I’m studying forensic psychology. I actually have done a bit of research using your papers and your work,” she watched as his face grew red, and couldn’t help but smile even more.

“Really? You’ve read my work?” His voice morphed into a more excited tone, his personality slowly peeking out from the curtain it hid behind.

“Yes, I’m a big fan.” It was her turn to blush, for she told herself she wouldn’t make a fool of herself by admitting that fact to him, yet she did.

He felt all the insecurity and disappointment evaporate from his body, and all that was left was a need to get to know this girl more. He took a deep breath to calm himself, simultaneously conjuring up the courage to ask her out.

“Well, if you’d like, I could tell you more about geographical profiling and anything else you want to know, maybe, over coffee?” The last part came out like a question.

His eyes searched her face as her cheeks grew pink and her eyes crinkled from smiling. “I would love that.”

Happiness took residence in him. He removed a business card from his pocket, his hand brushing hers as he passed it onto her. “Give me a call and we can set up a time and place.”

After their goodbyes, he found Emily smiling at him from afar, seemingly witnessing their interaction. He was suddenly glad he didn’t leave when he wanted to.

[librababe99]

Kinktober Day Eleven: Tony Stark

Tony Stark x Female Reader | Infidelity | 

Tags: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, SMUT, infidelity, unprotected sex (p in v) , fingering, choking, power dynamics

Summary: In the shadows of secrecy, desire becomes a dangerous game—one where the deeper you fall, the harder it is to remember where loyalty ends and betrayal begins.

Word Count: 1.0K

A/N: Sorry I was late to post y'all! I actually started celebrating my birthday early tonight (I turn 25 Monday😭) and now I'm pretty buzzed---buttttt please enjoy this!! Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

| Day Ten |   | Kinktober Masterlist |   | Day Twelve |

The room was dim, the only light coming from the moon outside, casting faint silver streaks across the lavish bed. Stark Tower loomed above the city, quiet and insulated from the world below, yet inside, the air between you and Tony was anything but calm.

You felt the weight of his body pressing you deeper into the cool sheets, his hands gripping your hips with a possessiveness that left you breathless. The heat of his skin seared into yours, his touch urgent, rough, and unrelenting—like a man on the edge of control. The tension in the air had been simmering for months, and in these stolen moments, it always boiled over into something raw, something almost dangerous.

“We shouldn’t be here,” you whispered, though your voice trembled, betraying the lie. Your fingers curled into his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he pushed deeper, slow and deliberate. “This is wrong.”

Tony’s laugh was low, dark, vibrating through your chest as he leaned in, his breath warm against your neck. “Then why do you keep coming back?” His lips grazed your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Why do you always end up in my bed?”

The way he spoke made it sound like it was a challenge, like he already knew the answer, as though the power he had over you was undeniable—and it was. Every time you swore you would end this affair, every time you told yourself you’d walk away for good, you found yourself right back here, caught in his web.

Tony shifted, his hips pressing against yours, his cock filling you again, harder this time, drawing a gasp from your lips. Your body responded instinctively, arching into him, craving the friction, the heat, the way he made you forget everything else.

Your head tilted back, exposing the curve of your neck, and he didn’t hesitate to take advantage. His mouth was on your skin, biting softly at first, then harder, marking you in a way that sent waves of pleasure mixed with a sharp edge of pain. “You like it,” he murmured against your throat, his voice thick with desire. “You like being mine, even when you know you shouldn’t be.”

His words stung because they were true. This was dangerous—what you were doing, what you had been doing for months now—but the thrill of it, the secrecy, the forbidden nature of your relationship, only seemed to heighten the intensity of every touch, every kiss, every stolen moment.

You tried to speak, tried to push back against him, but all that came out was a breathless moan as his hand slid between your thighs, his fingers circling your clit, making you tremble beneath him. His touch was relentless, teasing, coaxing you closer to the edge with every movement.  

“I should end this,” you gasped, even as your hips bucked against him, desperate for more. “We should stop.”

Tony’s lips curled into a smirk against your skin, and you could feel the shift in him—the dark satisfaction in knowing that you were powerless against him. “But you won’t,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, his hand tightening its grip on your hip as he thrust into you harder, deeper. “You never do.”

His words were like a knife, cutting through whatever fragile resolve you had left. He was right. You couldn’t stop, no matter how much you told yourself you should. Tony was like a drug, addictive, consuming, and the more you tried to fight it, the deeper you fell into his control.

His pace quickened, the rhythm between your bodies becoming more frantic, more desperate. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure through you, erasing any lingering doubts, any guilt that tried to claw its way to the surface. Your world narrowed down to just him—his hands on you, his mouth marking your skin, the overwhelming need that pulsed between you.

“You belong to me,” Tony whispered harshly, his voice filled with possession, as though saying it out loud solidified it in both of your minds. His hand slid up, wrapping around your throat—not enough to hurt, but enough to make you gasp, your pulse racing beneath his fingertips. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Your breath caught in your throat, your body trembling beneath him, on the verge of breaking apart entirely. He tightened his grip slightly, his eyes locked onto yours, daring you to defy him, to deny the truth that you both knew.

“I’m yours,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, but the words hung heavy in the air between you. It wasn’t just a submission—it was an admission. An acceptance of the hold he had over you, of the fact that you were too far gone to turn back now.

Satisfaction flickered in Tony’s gaze as he claimed your mouth again, his kiss rough, almost punishing, as if sealing the deal. His hand slid back down your body, gripping your waist as he drove into you with renewed force, his movements brutal in their intensity.

Your body responded to him helplessly, the coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter inside you with every thrust, every growl of his name that escaped your lips. You were completely at his mercy, lost in the overwhelming storm of sensations, the heat, the friction, the undeniable power he had over you.

And then, with a final sharp thrust, the tension inside you snapped, your body shattering as your orgasm crashed over you, leaving you gasping, clinging to him as the world around you blurred. Tony followed soon after, his grip tightening on your hips as he buried himself inside you one last time, groaning against your neck, coming within you. 

For a moment, the room was silent, save for the sound of your ragged breaths and the pounding of your heart. Tony didn’t move, still pressed against you, his forehead resting against yours as you both came down from the high of it all.

You should have felt guilt—shame, even—but instead, all you felt was the satisfaction of knowing that, no matter how wrong this was, no matter how much you told yourself you should stop, you would always end up right back here.

In his bed. In his arms.

And Tony knew it too.

“You’re mine,” he whispered again, softer this time, but no less possessive. His lips brushed against yours in a slow, lingering kiss, as though reminding you that this wasn’t over. It would never be over.

And despite everything… you knew he was right.

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[midnight-shadow-cafe]

I have a thought!!!!! What are our thoughts on wheelchair reader! And Kyle surprising the 141 with an announcement they are pregnant! And them making Johnny and Simon the God parents??

Orders from the Heart

Pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader (wheelchair user)

Warnings: Pregnancy reveal, extreme fluff, established relationship, strong friendship, soft!141, implied queer relationship (Ghoap), joyful crying

Author's Note: Sorry if it’s not too long!! I kinda ran out of ideas buttttt I hope you enjoy!!

Summary: When Kyle stumbles upon a tiny piece of clothing in the laundry, the next chapter of their love story begins—with a baby on the way and two very familiar godparents ready to step up.

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

Laundry day at the Garrick house was always accompanied by loud music and poorly coordinated dance moves. Kyle was barefoot, wearing sweats low on his hips, singing terribly into a wooden spoon. You were in the living room, flipping through a baby name book you “borrowed” from Cecilia.

Kyle reached into the warm basket for a pair of socks, and then paused.

Tiny fabric.

Blue.

His hand trembled slightly as he lifted the small onesie out of the pile. The words printed across the chest made his breath catch in his throat.

"Reporting for duty: Baby Garrick."

At first, he thought maybe it was a joke. Something funny from Johnny or Simon. But the moment he turned around and saw the look on your face—soft, knowing, filled with tears—his knees nearly buckled.

"Angel," he whispered.

You rolled toward him slowly, your voice a little shaky. "You found it."

"Is this… are we…?"

You nodded, grinning and crying all at once. "I'm pregnant."

He dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes, still holding the onesie to his chest.

"You're pregnant," he echoed, stunned. "We're having a baby?"

You laughed and wiped your cheeks. "We're having a baby, Garrick."

Kyle launched forward, wrapping his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. His laugh was half-cry, half-hiccup. "I'm gonna be a dad."

"You're gonna be amazing," you whispered.

——

Later That Evening – Johnny & Simon’s Flat

Johnny opened the door wearing sweatpants with little skulls on them and a crop top that said "PROPERTY OF GHOST." He grinned the moment he saw you both.

"Oi! Lovebirds! Come in, come in. We just made popcorn."

Simon was already on the couch, reading something dense and brooding, probably about warfare or gardening. He gave a soft nod and patted the spot beside him.

You and Kyle came in holding hands, but there was a buzz in the air, a barely-contained secret that made Johnny squint.

"Alright, you're either hiding a puppy, got matching tattoos, or eloped again," he said, pointing between you. "Spill."

You grinned and gestured to Kyle.

He reached into his coat pocket.

"Found this earlier," he said, holding up the onesie like a trophy. "Turns out, Angel’s been hiding a little surprise."

Johnny blinked. Then squinted. Then looked at the onesie. Then at your stomach. Then at the onesie again.

Simon sat up straighter, slowly lowering his book.

"You're…" Johnny said, voice rising, "YOU’RE HAVING A BABY?!"

You nodded.

Johnny immediately burst into tears, bolting from the couch and wrapping you in a tight but careful hug. "You're gonna be a mum! And you're gonna be a dad! And I'm gonna be—wait—can I be the godfather?! Please? Please please please—"

You were laughing too hard to answer.

Kyle nodded. "We were hoping you and Simon would be the godparents. Together."

Simon’s brows shot up, eyes wide. "Together?"

"Together," Kyle confirmed. "You're our family. And this baby’s gonna need all the chaos and love they can get."

Simon blinked once. Twice. Then stood up, walked over, and placed one big, gloved hand on your shoulder.

"I’ll protect that kid with my life," he said quietly.

"And I’ll teach them how to steal biscuits and set booby traps," Johnny added proudly.

Kyle groaned. "Oh no."

You laughed so hard your cheeks ached. "It's perfect."

Johnny was already on the floor, digging through a pile of movies. "This calls for a celebration. Blankets, popcorn, and something animated. We’re practicing for baby sleepovers."

Simon handed you a soft pillow and adjusted your blanket over your lap. "Get comfy, Mum."

Your heart fluttered.

Mum.

It felt surreal. Like hearing your name in a dream, spoken in a voice you trust.

Kyle slid in beside you, arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You looked around—your family, laughing, crying, piling into the couch cushions like oversized kids.

And your baby? Already surrounded by love.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[feyhunter78]

travis is the one to find natalie crying in the woods once the plan to leave failed.

So my requests aren’t actually open right now, buttttt this one did catch my eye, so I thought I’d do a short little thing for it🫣 It gets a bit cheesy near the end, but what can I say that’s kinda my style

Rooted in Place

She’s rooted to the ground, to the fallen tree trunk that cushioned her fall as her knees slowly gave out as hope drained from her like blood fucking blood leaking from that guide’s head, from Javi’s body, from Coach’s. From Coach’s. It stained her hands, got under her fingernails, the scent of iron thick she couldn’t—can’t escape it and as the snow starts to fall, she feels so very cold, cold as Javi, as Coach their lifeless bodies lying on a makeshift table waiting to be cut apart, torn apart and consumed.

She cries, sobs, wails, openly the way she hasn’t since she was a child no strength left to even cover her face, to muffle the sounds of her sobs. The others have dispersed seeking answers, solutions but she can’t, she can’t get up, can’t catch her breath, her fingers dig into the bark, it gives way beneath from rot. Rot they’re going to rot out here, never been seen again, forgotten, buried her by time, suffocated by snow. She can’t do this, she can’t do another winter, she wants to go home, she wants her mom, for the first time in a long time she wants her mom so badly even if she knows her mom doesn’t want her.

A twig snaps and she doesn’t even try to stop crying, doesn’t even look. Who cares anymore if they see her weak? They’re going to die out here just the same.

“Nat?” It’s the same soft tone he used the night she killed Coach, because it’s Travis, it’s always Travis he always seems to find her in these moments, like he has some radar for her vulnerability.

She just shakes her head, jaw locked tight unable to speak as tears run like rivers down her face like the river that’ll be frigid soon making bathing even more difficult.

“Hey, hey, come here, it’s okay, we’ll be okay.” He says, settling on the tree trunk next to her and pulling her into his arms.

She shakes her head again, falling into him, desperately gripping the back of his shirt beneath his jacket.

“It’s okay Nat.” He soothes, rubbing her back reassuringly, his hand warm, cutting through the chill of her grief.

“How is it okay? We’re going to die out here because of the crazy bitch.” She manages to get out, forehead pressed to the side of his neck, her tears wetting his skin, dripping down onto the collar of his shirt.

His hand stills. “We’re not going to die.”

“You can’t seriously believe that.”

“We’ve made it through winter before.” He reminds her shifting on the trunk, pulling her closer, almost shielding her from view.

“We ate—” She lets out a shuddering breath. “We lost people, we did horrible things, I can’t do that again Travis I can’t keep killing and eating my friends.”

She can feel him swallow hard, feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, how can he be so calm?

“It’s different now, we have the animals, the food stores, the huts, we won’t have to do that again.” He says, sounding so damn sure.

She pushes away from him, her old friend anger rearing its ugly head. “How do you know? Did you see it in one of your mushroom visions? Lottie tell you she heard the tree whispering?”

He holds her by her arms, keeping her from going too far, an annoyingly understanding expression on his face.

She can’t stand it, can’t stand his big, brown eyes seeing right through her, scraping her inside out until she’s hollow and bearing her soul to him. “Oh, fuck you Travis, fuck you. You don’t get it; you don’t get to just—”

His hand on her heart, him putting hers on his stops her in her tracks, and she blinks at him bewildered.

“We’re going to be okay, Nat, you and me, we’re going to be okay.” He says again, holding her gaze keeping her pinned but not trapped, more like held, embraced, cherished.

“Trav, I-I can’t do this again.” She whispers, tears blurring her vision. “I can’t, I just, I just want to go home.”

“I know, me too.” He says, and she can see the tears shining in his eyes before he pulls her back in as her sobs overtake her.

“We were so close, so close.” She sobs, whole body shaking as she leans her weight on him, drawing on his strength to keep herself from completely collapsing.

“I know Nat, I know. I could smell the radiator turning on for the first time in months.” He says almost wistfully, his voice thick with sorrow.

That draws a watery laugh from her despite the aching sobs that wrack her body, despite the pain she feels knowing he’s crying as well. “The smell of dust burning?”

He sniffles a little, but his hand is smoothing up and down her back again, drawing nonsensical patterns “Yeah, I kinda like it.”

She hides her face in the crook of his neck, sobs subsiding a bit, his smell enveloping her, his strong arms keeping her upright. “You’re so weird.”

He hugs her tighter, burying his nose in her hair. “Can I say something else weird?”

She clears her throat, hoping she hasn’t gotten snot all over him. “Sure?”

He takes a deep breath, gripping the back of her jacket as if trying to keep her from pulling back and looking at him. “I’m still in love with you.”

She freezes.

“I know the timing is shitty but I just—I thought we were going home and my mind just started wandering and I-I love you Nat. I wanted, want to be with you when we get home. I want to be with you here. I can’t help it, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” She asks, feeling like she’s going to start crying again for a completely different reason. Is she that unlovable?

“Because the timing is shitty and I know it’s been weird between us, and you’ve had to do so many hard things one after the other—”

She presses herself further against him feeling his heartbeat, the heart he dedicated to her when she was crowned queen. “I love you too, I never stopped, I for some reason don’t know how to.”

He pulls back, searching her face, his hands going to her face, large, warm hands banishing the chill. “Seriously?”

She nods, biting her lip, a strange mix of emotion bubbling in her gut.

“Good.” He takes one of her hands in his own and presses it to his lips. Butterflies flutter in her chest despite the absolutely shitty circumstances they’re in. Their wings only flapping faster when he turns her hand over, kissing the pads of her fingers then her palm with such reverence she actually feels like a queen. Not a blood thirsty wilderness chosen one but the ones in fairy tales.

She closes her eyes and breathes out slowly, they’ll be okay, even if only in this moment, they’ll be okay.

Imma edit this tomorrowwwww I gotta to bedddd

[zozowrites]

The Game (Fancy Pants part 2)

Paige Bueckers x actress!fem!oc Ava Radmall

Words: 4.5k

TW: religious services (church)

A/N: so I originally meant for this to be a little filler chapter buttttt ended up putting two together and adding my version of plot (there won't be too too much in this series, I'm doing my best tho).

Ava

It’s raining when I go to pick up my mom from the airport. I get out of my spunky little blue car to hug her hello and put her bag in the trunk. Then we stop at Whole Foods for the list of foods she needs to buy (which I tried to buy ahead of time but she insisted we go together, apparently it doesn’t “feel the same if she doesn’t look at it first”). 

In the parking lot I ask her to stop and turn around and catch her in such an aesthetic picture where she’s holding a bag under each arm bundled in her bright red raincoat with a slight rainbow in the background. I post it to my Instagram story and caption it “Mama and me <3” 

We get back to my place and start to put the food away when I get a text from an unknown number. 

I can’t help but smile slightly at the fact she’s texting me. 

Hey ava it's paige

cam gave me ur number hope it's cool

Hi Paige

It's cool dw

ok phew

how long is ur mom in town?

Until Jan 3, why?

does she like the lakers?

Are you wanting to take my mom on a date to a lakers game?

no no chill

she's pretty tho

Thanks??

lemme try again

does ur mom like the warriors AND CAM

I guess, why

do you have nye plans

Probably not, why

ok im getting cam lakers tickets for us for her bday

if you guys wanna join

Well you could've just said that, silly

well it was more fun this way, silly

At that I put my phone face down on the island to find my mom staring at me from across the counter, eyebrows raised. 

“Who ya texting?” She asks, always one for hot goss. Or prying questions. 

“Just a friend.” I answer, but I know I’m not controlling the upturn of my lips of blush of my cheeks very well. Yes I’m an actor but this is my mom, the woman who single-handedly raised me. 

“Okaaaaaay,” She extends the word and turns back to re-organizing the contents of my fridge, probably knowing that this is the move that never fails.

“I met Paige Bueckers at Cam’s Christmas party and she just asked if we want to go to a Laker's game for Cam’s birthday with them on New Year’s Eve.” I spill the beans. After being met with her silence, I add, “I think we’re gonna be friends!”

“And what did you say?” My mom asks, not turning away from the egg shelf she was inspecting. 

I slip into one of the stools at the hightop counter, swinging my feet in the air. “I said I’d get back to her. Do you want to go?” 

“I love CamCam, of course I’ll go. If she’ll be alright with me there, of course.” 

“Oh don’t even pretend, we both know she likes you more than me.” 

She sets down the butter that she’d moved on to and comes to stand behind me, running her hands up and down the sides of my arms. 

“I’m sorry sweetie,”

“No you’re not.”

“Yeah, no I’m not.” She says and laughs. 

My doorbell rings at 6:30 pm on Christmas Eve and I open it to find Ellie, my neighbor, just as expected. The twelve year old smiles at me as I let her in and wave to her mom, driving off to her shift at the hospital. 

We do our secret handshake (three fish slaps back and forth before a faked out high five) and she asks if my mom is here yet. When I tell her yes, she drops her backpack at my feet and bounds up the stairs from my entryway to the open-concept living space. 

“Sarah!!” I hear her shout before I can hear the impact of her jumping into my mom’s arms. I sigh to myself with a smile and bring the backpack up the stairs to place in her guest bedroom. 

I met Ellie and her mom Jules when I first moved in two years ago and got really close with them. Ellie walked my dog Frankie on my long set days and I watched Ellie during the summer on my off days and she slept at my house when her mom was working night shift. Like on Christmas Eve. Only last year when my mom visited for Christmas did we discover that we actually share the same runaway dad. It was an interesting Christmas morning to say the least. 

“Are we ready to commence the second annual Great Christmas Competition?” My mom asks, putting on her low rumbly announcer voice. Ellie squeals, already set up at my dining room table. 

We pull out hot glue guns and our bags of candy and graham crackers and start building our gingerbread houses. My mom finishes way before our half hour timer is up, so she takes a spoon to the pink icing tub, dying her mouth a brighter color. Then we move onto cookie decorations, where she’s more interested in eating the cookies than decorating them. Through both heats, Ellie is so focused she doesn’t say a word. And she wins, of course. We wouldn’t just let her win, but she’s a creative genius. Even if she wasn’t a kid she would still be winning. 

Then we move on to reindeer races (I win), Christmas karaoke (my mom wins), and snowman making (Ellie wins). Since she wins the tournament, she gets to pick the movie to cap off the night, and we settle on the couch to watch Elf. 

Around halfway through I pull my phone out to text Paige. 

What's your Venmo and how much for the tickets?

Her response is immediate. For some reason, that makes me smile.

don't even think about venmoing me bc i'll just send it right back

Don't make me go ask Cam

don't do that either I'm deadass

20 bucks says I can guess it right on the first try and if not you'll tell me

I don't think you understand how bets work

They way I see it it's a win win

uh yeah for u

What, you don't want me to win?

not if it means I lose, no

Don't make me write you a check

I'm not gonna honor that with a response

I put my phone away and try to refocus on the movie when Ellie leans on my shoulder, her soft brown hair falling into my lap. 

Christmas morning comes and goes. I spend it with my mom and Ellie, and Jules brings over Ellie’s presents from Santa when she gets back from her shift. She sleeps on the couch as my mom and I make breakfast, or she sleeps as much as she can before Ellie comes running in. 

Later in the day my mom finds a church service for us to attend, because apparently my five o’clock Episcopalian service wasn’t good enough for her. The church is small and charming, the service taking place in a gym of an old school that was turned into a community center. The congregation is very friendly and I spend half the time making faces at the baby in front of me. 

The next Sunday we return to the church for a regular service, and to my surprise, I spot a certain blonde in a middle row. I walk my mom towards her, and she turns and seems to have a similar look of surprise on her face. 

“These seats taken?” I ask. She shakes her head with a smile. 

“All yours.”

I introduce her to my mom and she shakes her hand, very formal. TikTok isn’t wrong, she definitely has good rizz. During the community time she’s asking us about our holiday and how my mom is liking LA right now. She brings up the Lakers game. 

“I’m assuming you know Cam since she roomed with Ava in college, right?” Paige asks. 

“Oh, do I know Cam. I adore Cam. She used to come on vacation with us sometimes.” 

“We always joke that Cam likes my mom more than she likes me.” I say and pretend to pout. Then the community time ends, and we move on to the sermon. 

After the service ends we help stack up the chairs and push them to the side. 

“This is only our second time here, do you know any good brunch spots around?” I ask Paige as we descend the stairs to the exit. She tells us about a bookstore cafe around the corner, and my mom insists she join us. 

Fifteen minutes later, we settle into our seats and the navy blue bookshelves behind Paige perfectly compliment her slick back blonde bun. I’m sitting across from her at the table, and I let my eyes travel down from the bun to the slope of her purple cardigan over her shoulders, crisp white t-shirt underneath a great contrast. On our walk here I had to really focus on keeping my eyes away from the way her legs looked so juicy in her simple black pants. 

I finally rip my gaze away from her to look at the menu. Then I look to my mom, who was watching Paige through her menu. I resist the urge to look back at Paige, because I can already feel her eyes on me. It makes heat rise throughout my body, and I untuck the hair from behind my ears to shield my neck, which I can feel is probably blushing.

Thankfully the waiter arrives, and we order our food. Then we resume being normal human beings, and partake in normal conversation. How Paige is doing on the team. The press tour I’m about to start and the next round of auditions. What my mom does as an elementary school art teacher. We discuss Cam a good bit, and her impending nuptials. 

When our food arrives we play roulette, where we rotate the dishes through the three of us at random. Thankfully, Paige is understanding of my mom’s shenanigans. I excuse myself halfway through under the guise of using the restroom, but really I find the waitress and cover the bill. My Asian dad may not have stuck around or been a decent guy, but there’s some things that may just be nature. 

I come back to my mom and Paige chatting, and apparently she was telling Paige an embarrassing story of me from childhood. Just great. 

“Yeah she like didn’t talk until she was like four. But she would point. Her two words were ‘puppy’ and ‘soccer.’” My mom tells her and Paige smiles. 

“Aw that’s so cute, my younger brother Drew did that too,” Paige responded. I pulled out my chair to sit back down with a squeak. “My step-mom always claimed that it was because Drew had me to interpret for him so he didn’t need to talk since I was fluent in Drew.” 

It makes my mom laugh which makes me smile. Paige is good.

Our waitress comes back and my mom asks for the check, so she lets us know it has “already been taken care of.” 

My mom fake scowls at me, and Paige gives me a look I can’t quite decipher. 

Paige 

I open my phone to call Azzi, but for some reason my fingers hover over Ava’s contact instead. 

u didn't have to do that u know

Do what?

buy brunch

I think the words you're looking for are "Thank you, Ava"

Thank you, Ava

You're welcome, Paige

The way she texted my name had the same effect on me as her actually saying it. I can see the way her lips wrap around the P of my name in my head. I need to send something to change the mood.

ur mom is cool

Ok ew don't text me that

I don’t know what to say because “sorry” doesn’t sound quite right. I’m not sorry. I do think Ava’s mom is cool. And pretty. I know where Ava gets her beauty from. 

Turning the the other side of the couch I had flopped down on five minutes ago, I pick up Aziz’s call instead of trying to craft a lackluster response to Ava.

“Yo, what’s up?” I ask her. 

“Please tell me you don’t answer the phone like that with other people.” She sighs in response. 

“This is just for you, Az.” I chirp in response. “But seriously, what’s been going on with you? How’s Dallas?” 

“Eh, Dallas is Dallas, like always.” She says. “Practice is practice. Life is life.” 

“Well you don’t sound very enthused,” I noted. “What’s going on.” 

She sighed, even longer this time. “Just worrying about my offseason training, nothing new. I want to hear about what’s been going on with you. How was Cam’s party?” 

I almost don’t want to answer about the party, because I know that means bringing up Ava, and for some reason there’s a part of me that wants to keep her to myself. Like she’s too special to share. 

But that’s ridiculous. I shake my head and answer her truthfully. 

“Wait what!?” Her gentle voice somehow screeches through my phone speaker, and I place her on my living room table so I can stretch my arms over my head. 

I let myself laugh along with her. I know. It’s almost ridiculous. I’m crushing on a movie star. Who’s also smart and pretty and athletic. Who I have no idea if she likes me back. 

Azzi sighs yet again. I make a mental note to wear her down until she tells me what’s really going on. Because I know something is. She’s my best friend. 

“I have to go,” She says. She sounds miserable. “I miss you. I love you!”

“Love and miss you too, Az.” I say and she hangs up. I turn onto my back and close my eyes, letting the silence of my apartment envelope me. 

I knock on what I hope is the front door of Ava’s townhouse. It’s white and modern. She has a nice yard and a single potted plant by her door. There’s a pumpkin on the step and I’m scared of how long it’s been there. 

The knock earns me no response, so I ring the doorbell. I hear it reverberate through her house, and then an indecipherable shout and heavy thudding footsteps of someone running down stairs before the door is thrust open so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t hit the wall next to it. 

A very frazzled Ava greets me, followed by the most adorable black Scottish terrier I’ve ever laid my eyes on scurrying behind her. I could never have imagined something could upstage Ava, but her dog definitely does.

I crouch down to pet the dog and it props its two front legs up on my knee, licking my ear. I don’t mind, and Ava seems too distracted to tell them to get down. 

“Her name is Frankie,” She says, a fond smile flitting across her face. Her hair is half curled, and she appears to be wearing a full face of makeup with bare lips. “She really likes you, you know.” 

Everything about this moment makes me smile. The way Ava looks effortlessly beautiful in her half-ready state. It feels too intimate for me to witness. I’m filled with an overwhelming amount of pride that her dog likes me. 

“You look nice,” I offer, truthfully. It slips out. I didn’t mean to say anything too forward in my flirting or cross weird lines or make any moves or confusion. Yes, it’s hard when you compliment a (bitchy) straight girl when she knows you’re gay, but personally it has always been harder for me to compliment my also lesbian female friends. Weirdly, I’m not worried about how she’s interpreting it, but rather aim to stick the thought process in my mind to analyze later. How did I intend it? 

Luckily, she just scoffs. 

“Yeah, whatever, if you say so Paige. You look good.” 

It makes me smile against myself. 

“Thanks. But I mean it, you know?”

“I am obviously running behind,” She says, gesturing frantically with her hands. Another female voice calls for her from up the stairs, who I’m pretty sure is her mom. But now I’m concerned why the thought of it not being her mom is making me slightly jealous. Shit. I’m done for. 

A red leash with pink hearts and a purple collar is placed into my hands as I stand. 

“Do you mind walking Frankie quickly before we leave? I haven’t done it yet and I need to help my mom with something.” She makes a face when she says “something” that indicates she doesn’t really know what her mom called her for. “Usually just up and down the street is enough to get her to go, and there’s bags on the leash.” 

I snap the collar onto Frankie as she thanks me profusely before trotting back up the stairs. 

“Guess it’s just you and me, kid.” I say and lead her out the door. She lets out a huff of air. 

I walk her up and down the block, Frankie trotting perfectly next to me. Of course a perfect woman like Ava has a perfectly leash trained dog. I walk her to the end of the street and back, trying to let all of my fast-paced thoughts go. 

Seeing Ava like that felt like she was letting me in to a private part of her, for some weird reason. She doesn’t seem to me like the type of woman to pressure herself to always be put together, but I guess whenever I see her she is. She’s secure in those moments and she’s secure when I knock five minutes too early on her door. 

Frankie and I make it back to Ava’s small front yard, and she gracefully stops in the grass to go to the bathroom. I grab it with a bag, not even surprised anymore about how perfect the dog is. 

I open the door and wipe her paws and butt with a wipe from the pack decorated with paw prints on the shelf. Then I unclip the leash and hang it up, but stop, unsure of what to do next. Was it weird I let myself into her house? Probably not any weirder than walking her dog, right? 

Thankfully I don’t have to think on it too long because she bounds down the stairs with her mom, and we’re off. 

At the game we slide into our seats, Cam’s fiancé on the end and then her, Ava’s mom (since the two of them haven’t stopped talking since we picked up Cam), followed by Ava, and then me. 

There’s a good amount of time before the game starts and Ava’s mom is still completely immersed in conversation with Cam. Which means lucky me gets to talk to Ava. 

I turn to her, a plan forming in my mind. 

“So tell me more,” I try to prompt her, and she turns to me from where she was staring off at the court, seemingly tracking the players warming up. 

“Huh? What do you mean?” She says, her eyebrows creasing in confusion.

“Tell me more,” I say to her again. I struggle to hide a small smile fighting its way onto my face. 

“I wasn’t saying anything, Paige.” By the way she says my name she sounds slightly displeased and it worries me, before I look her in the eyes, trained on mine already, and see the mischief gleaming behind them. 

“Tell me more about yourself, Ava. So far I know you were Cam’s roommate, you went to Stanford, you played soccer. Midfield.” I echo the way she told me at the bar in Cam's yard that night. I see a smile creep onto her face, and my heart hopes it’s at the memory. “Your go to drink is a Shirley temple, you’re a Christian but once struggled with your faith, you’re gay,” I lean in towards her and whisper for the last one, before returning to normal. “You sleep like a rock, you’re gorgeous when you just wake up,” I pause, counting them all on my fingers. Maybe I’ll reach double digits at this rate. “You’re close with your mom, you like the Lakers-“ 

“So it seems like you know a lot about me already.” Ava cuts me off. Now it looks like she’s the one planning something. “What, specifically, would you like to know, Paige.” 

The perfect opening to hit her with a silly, small talk first date get to know you question. 

“Well, for starters, do you have any siblings?” I ask nonchalantly and shrug. 

Ava snorts out a laugh that she tries to cover with the back of her hand. 

“I have a sister. She actually lives next door to me. I only found out we were related a year after I moved in. She’s twelve.” Ava smiles so I smile back. Oh my, would I like to meet her sister. But oh my, would I like to kiss that smile more. 

I shake the thought out of my head. Ava keeps talking, almost lighting up as she describes Ellie, her sister, and discusses her hobbies and interests, and the adventures she’s gotten to take her on at length. I really hit the jackpot with this question. 

“I mean, technically she’s just my half sister, but-“ 

Now it’s my turn to cut her off. “It’s not different, I get it.” 

“I don’t have a full sibling so I wouldn’t know how to compare.” 

“With Drew my younger brother, he’s everything. We only share a dad, but we also share a soul, I just know.” 

This makes her smile. She gets it. More importantly, she knows that I get it.

The lights lower and a loud rumbling voice begins to announce the happenings as players begin to run out from the tunnel. It pulls us from our conversation and we clap. I realize that we were practically turned in our seats to face each other because I have to turn back. 

A few minutes in to the second quarter, I stand and declare it’s time for hot dogs. I turn to walk out of our row and Ava follows, claiming she’s getting up to “lend me a hand.” 

As we wait in line, only a few people in front of us, she speaks and I have to forcefully drag my eyes away from the place they had been resting, looking at her perfect hands clad in dainty gold rings, perched over her stomach as she uses her left hand to twist the one on her right ring finger around and around and around. 

“Ok my turn. But I’m not letting you off the hook with ‘do you have any siblings?’” She quotes me using a horrible frat boy impression. 

I look up at her through my eyelashes, a smirk on my mouth. I quirk my eyebrows. “Is that really what you think of me?” 

“Oh, you think I think about you?” she says smirking back. Flirting back! It brings the butterflies in my stomach into full torment mode. I will be remembering this moment for forever. 

I open my mouth to say something but she lets out a huff of air instead and squares her shoulders. We’re moving on. 

“Why basketball? I’m sure you played other sports as a kid, so, why basketball?” 

I take a second to contemplate, gathering my thoughts before answering so I can be as sincere as Ava deserves. 

“It’s the only place I felt at home. The flow state. It still takes hard work but it’s the only sport that just felt right. That just clicked.��� I answer. Even though she looks like she’s listening, Ava doesn’t say anything in response. I take a deep breath and keep going. She knows I have more I could say, I guess. “It’s also what I clung to when my parents divorced. They told me during soccer season, so soccer was ruined for me. Then I had basketball to look forward to, basketball to focus on, basketball that wasn’t going to change. Basketball that I couldn’t ruin.” 

The moment is heavy. Ava’s gorgeous brown eyes look into mine and I’m almost surprised when I see understanding instead of pity. 

“Paige,” She says, placing a gentle, warm hand on my elbow. That’s her only response. Just one word. One simple touch. But she’s with it she's saying everything. She gets me and basketball just as much as I got her and Ellie. 

We’re called up to the counter and order the hot dogs. She tacks on a few baskets of fries. When the screen tells us to pay she quite literally elbows me out of the way and uses her card as I’m reaching out for my own.

For a reason I wished I regret knowing, I don’t move farther back, and instead relish the brush of her hair against my shoulder, the scent of orange and vanilla lingering in the air now, and the sweep of her hip against the very top of my thighs as she grabs half of the food and turns back to head towards our seats. 

The game is interesting, and Ava and I ease into a steady rhythm of trading quips or comments back and forth. I’m funny and she’s funny. A match made in heaven, I think to myself. Maybe I should stop thinking to myself. 

At some point Ava’s mom stands up and announces she’s going to the bathroom. Her brown hair is wavy in the same way Ava’s is, but shorter. It looks just as soft and I catch myself wondering if it smells like Ava’s vanilla and orange. 

“Which way is it, Paige?” Her mom asks me. I’m a little stunned why she would be asking me that until I realize it’s so that I come with her. Obviously she can find a bathroom by herself.

“Oh um let me show you,” I say and stand up from my seat, following Sarah out of the row. 

When we’re out in the hallway I keep up the gesture of showing her where the bathroom is and point simply across the hall. I mumble a few nondescript words about it being “over there” since I’m really just waiting for her to say something.

“Thanks, Paige.” She says but doesn’t turn away. “So you and Ava.”

Her words hang in the air, turning the space around us thick. What about me and Ava? We’re friends? Can she see I’m flirting with her daughter? Does she want me to stop flirting with her daughter?

Suddenly she cracks a grin and lets loose a laugh so compelling that I just have to laugh with her. She reaches for my elbow just like her daughter did half an hour ago. 

“I’m not grilling you at all, sweetie, sorry I just thought it would be fun to see you sweat.” She smiles to herself, her plan having obviously worked. “Anyways I was just going to tell you that she likes you. She’s probably just beginning to realize it now, but I know she does. I think you like her too since you haven’t stopped flirting with her ever, even in my presence.”

This makes me blush. Which, in turn, makes Sarah smile more. 

“Just a word of warning, honey. You have to be really patient with her. If you act too soon you will scare her off, and I would really hate to see that. You two will be so good together. I suggest you wait for her to make the first move when she’s ready.” 

I nod, taking this all in. Her mom thinks? Knows? That she likes me. And that I like her. And she wants us to get together. But from the sounds of it I need to wait for her to make the first move. Huh. 

“And I know I cannot just ask you to wait or something. I’m trying not to ask anything of you, but rather tell you what I see in Ava. The flirting is good for her. Please don’t think I’m telling you to stop. I’m gonna work on her from my end, see what I can do.” 

I don’t know what to say but Ava’s mom seems to know even that too. 

“I’m almost sorry for dropping this on you. I’m gonna hit the bathroom, maybe consider a walk if you don’t want to return yet.” She says with a warm smile and I nod in response, turning to go for a short walk. 

[yuurivoice]

Hi!

I’ve been a silent viewer for a little bit & I'm trying to get caught up. 

While watching your housewarming stream (congrats on the new studio btw!), & seeing/hearing about some stuff from the upcoming projects you/the team have been working on, I thought of something.

From what I could tell, it sounded like there may be a definitive “main listener” character in EoE who plays a specific, significant role in the story.

So, if EoE is the world that everyone in BitterSweet, Shattered, Lost & Found, etc. originated from before they became dreamers, is the listener in EoE supposed to be an amalgamation of all the listener characters from all the other series? Like, was the listener from EoE “split” into the dreamers we now know as Boo, Rook, Casper, etc.? (Similar to how there are multiple “multiverse” variations of Finn.) 

Or, will EoE be another instance where there are multiple listener characters that can branch off alongside the other original characters you introduced? (Like, Thomas gets his own listener, Evalas Finn gets his own listener, etc.)

Am I completely off with my interpretation? I fear I may be getting a little too lost in the sauce, & that I'm looking for information/lore that might not even be true or relevant. 

Anyway, I’m so excited to see how all of this pieces together in the end. Keep up the incredible work!

A little lost in the sauce, but I like your gumption! Short answer, there will be multiple listeners for SOME characters. Thomas most certainly will get one, but I haven't uncovered who or why they are.

What's really different about Evalas Finn's listener is that they're not really his listener. They're a member of a group whose POV will span multiple characters and interactions and are not tied to Finn in such a way that they are constantly in his pocket. While that is a tried and true way to do ASMR Roleplay things, I wanted a silent protagonist. Someone whose motivations are their own, and not so closely aligned with the characters they share scenes with.

Finn has secluded himself and kept secrets. What I realized in the now redacted EoE entry was that creating a character who just cares about Finn, or even had some motivation but ultimately had to be with him to function wasn't going far enough. We're in a fantasy setting in a world where I could do anything, with a clean slate and tons of options. It felt silly to just play the hits when we could get really interesting.

There's a key shift behind that and I'll just put it plainly.

I don't really care about selling smut tied to Echoes of Evalas. I've given up trying to voice every cut of meat so I could moan for money. I've given up on every relationship between character and listener being perfect and occasionally horny. The machine will continue running if I can't peddle my smut, and that means...not everything has to be a perfect, sexy, agreeable situation. It can get messy.

With that freedom.......it's a whole new world of options.

Now, I say that, but there is definitely spice pretty early on buttttt...it kinda serves a narrative purpose. The intimacy isn't just something that happens and is otherwise unbothered with the plot. It leads to some things!

What I think I'll discover is that my box I put myself in before this freedom was one of my own making due to listening to a handful of voices I let get under my skin...including my own.

There is something unique about this listener, but it will be at least somewhat clear early on. At least you'll have enough to start sniffing in the right direction!

[callslips]

Who do you think would kiss who first in the wilderness?

bro i'm down so bad. just thinking about this made me kick my feet

i DON'T KNOW like okay let's brainstorm.

their first kiss. is it fueled by anger? is it tender?? is it following an argument or a moment of silence?

i think i might lock in an angry kiss by nat because lottie is kind of a girlfailure and i don't see her having the guts but if the Attraction is there i feel like nat's feelings of anger could definitely morph into 'I hate you so much and it's made worse because I've also never wanted to kiss you more than right now.'

i'm definitely voting nat over lottie for this one lottie clearly is the waiting type where nat is more action-based... ugh angry kisses are the best.

now if we WANTED to say lottie... i could only see this happening if nat didn't have her guard up for a moment, like if lottie was doing her breathing technique, and for a second they both were able to forget they're in the wilderness. THEN lottie, who already likes her anyway, might lean in slow giving nat the chance to push her away and nat might consider it buttttt i think ultimately she would submit to the intimacy/tenderness of it

we're going from one extreme to another like In one corner of my head lottie's getting shoved up against a tree and kissed until her lips are bruised and in the other it's just... soft and experimental and lot's got nat's cheek in her palm like she's fragile (or she doesn't want the moment to pass).

FINAL ANSWER: nat for sure... she's got the dawg in her

[lara-cairncross]

I unfortunately am still a curious being!!

1. Has Mikey ever asked to paint the butterfly wings for Raph?

2. Where do the boys sleep? Dumb question, I know, but you said that they are at April's often? Do they sleep over there too or do they head to Pixie Hollow to sleep?

3. Does April have a fairy journal?

4. Where exactly does April live? The house we see in the movie is a vacation house in the country side, right? Does this take place in London or New York?

5. Do the boys live together or do they have separate houses like the rest of the fairies?

6. Has Leo ever had problems with the thistles?

7. Who runs out of pixie dust first?

That's all I can think of right now!

-Babbling Anon <3

Sorry for responding to this one so late!!! I got pushed down really far in my inbox 😅 I'm just now going through it to try and answer all the questions I missed!

Probably not, if you're asking about him painting directly on Raph's wings? Fairy wings are veryyyy delicate, and I think any kind of paint drying on them would make it very hard to fly. Perhaps if he used a very thin, watery paint?

They pretty much sleep in either place! They have a home together back in the Hidden Hollow, buttttt they're also welcome to stay over at April's cabin whenever they want, even if she's not vacationing there :)

Oh, absolutely! She's going to school for journalism, after all.

April actually lives in New York, but her family has a vacation cabin out in the middle of nowhere (just like the Aprils of the 2012 and 2003 iteration!!) That's where the boys visit her, since it's in a remote/wooded area :) I am planning a silly little story where she takes them with her into the city, though!

Kind of a mix of both? They do have one interconnected home, but they also have their own individual "branches" of the house, beyond just their rooms-- Mikey's branch is where the kitchen is, for example. Very similar to the sewers from Rottmnt!

If you're talking about the thistle leaves on his outfit, then nope, not really! Donnie de-pricked the leaves before he made Leo's outfit modifications :D

Probably Leo or Mikey, just because the two of them fly around so much. I guess Mikey though? Leo has enough sense to carry extra pixie dust around, since his job is literally flying places quickly, but Mikey probably wouldn't plan that far ahead hehe!

Thanks babbling anon! Hope you're well <3

[carpediemma]

crawls into your inbox

I am so sorry it has taken me this long to get here! But what about a 3, 21, and 30 for the fic ask game???

BONUS: Um, yes, hello, you know I am so normal about your fics all the time, mhmm. I totally am not feral for how you write and how you weave angst and plot and AHHHHHHH everything together! Nope, totally not feral!

Well it's taken me equally long to answer all of the ones in my inbox xD

((also I'm feral about your comments so... we are a feral perpetual cycle))

3. What was the last thing you looked up for a fic?

Since I just answered this... I will say one of my favorite things I've had to look up is how much damage a bear trap would do on a human leg, how to undo a triggered bear trap, and what common household items you could get away with using as sutures....

:D

The answer is kinda none and they really want you to go to the ER buttttt....

21. What is something that no one has caught about one of your fics?

I don't know if no one has caught it, but I am curious about whether people have had inklings about the foreshadowing I have in In the Woods Somewhere for Crimson Moon. Also, if people can gather what is going around in the background for other characters (who are not the main POV character)... I hint a bit at it and in some cases write different chapters about those scenes.

30. Is there something you would go back and change about a fic if you could?

Since I gave Gen my biggest one.... perhaps having a go over of In The Woods Somewhere now that it's all written. I think it's still pretty coherent and progresses nicely, given how I tend to write without fully knowing where the story is going to go, but it could probably be tightened up or finessed more now that it is completed.

Y'know... one of those things you do if you were a professional writer and wanted to publish it.

[starlightsoulwriting]

Hello!

I was wondering if i could have a Thrawn x f!reader? I was thinking something along the lines of her being Thrawn’s junior officer and she has a little crush on him and he knows about it? But she tries to stay as professional as possible buttttt Thrawn can see her blush (cuz his infrared eyes!) Possibly when they’re studying art together?

I’m asking so much, i’m sorry 😫, but do with this what you will, if u wanna tweak it and stuff

Thrawn x GN!Reader (no pronouns used): Fine Work

Filling Lieutenant Commander Vanto's shoes was a hard task, both for Thrawn and the several aides he had trialed and dismissed in turn. But a Grand Admiral had a right to be picky, for certain, and you actually respected him taking the extra effort to find a proper match for his needs rather than simply taking the next person randomly appointed to him. All this only heard through the Chimaera's rumor mill, of course, though what exactly had happened to Vanto was... rather up to debate.

What you didn't quite expect was to be the next candidate.

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other as you waited for him in his office, hands behind your back, and eyes flitting around the various works of art around the room, some of them holos, some of them real and-

A holo of one of your pieces from college was on his desk?

Ooooh noooooo-

You feel your face heat, and you looked away, focusing on one of the more naturalistic holos on the wall. Judging by the texture, the original was a painting.

You hear the door slide open, and you barely have time to snap to attention before he's saying, "At ease, Lieutenant."

You pause for a moment, taken off gaurd by the immediacy of the order, before you fall back into your default position. He steps beside you, glancing at the piece that caught your attention, before his eyes turn to you. "What do you see in this work, Lieutenant?"

You swallow thickly. Your admiration of the man was no secret among your friends, and they'd teased you relentlessly about how well or poorly you would be able to maintain your composure this close.

But you were professional. You could answer that much.

"I was just wondering if the artist had a scientific background," You say, almost shyly. "Their attention to the anatomical accuracy of plants and animals reminds me of scientific illustration, almost, more than painting."

"Before this artist retired and began painting," Thrawn's eyes glow in the subdued light of his office, and you aren't sure if the pleased look in them is real, or in your imagination. "He was an ecosystems engineer for several terraforming projects during the Republic. Very good, Lieutenant."

You could only hope he can't see how warm your face gets at the compliment, and you duck your head a little, "Thank you, sir."

Your eyes flicker to the holo of your art sitting on his desk, once again wondering what he might see in it.

Thrawn notices the movement, following your gaze, before looking back to you. "You do fine work," is all he says as explanation, though a Grand Admiral never truly needs to explain himself. He let's that hang for a second, studying how your flustered expression deepens with an almost amused smirk, though you might just imagine that. "Report to my office at 0630 hours tomorrow, and we will discuss my expectations for you as my aide. For now, I have other matters to attend to." He turns to his desk and sits down, pulling out his datapad. "Dismissed."

You balk at him for a moment. No trial period? No proper interview? Just a brief discussion about art, and that's it?

But you catch yourself. You're not one to question your-

"If you have questions, ask them," Thrawn interrupts your thoughts, looking back up at you. "I understand Captain Rit did not appreciate inquisitive subordinates. I do."

You hesitate a moment. The Captain had always criticized you for asking him too many questions, though only when time allowed it, you wouldn't dare do so in an emergency - but you'd always wanted to understand. "What makes me different than the candidates you trialed and rejected, sir?"

That subtle amused look is on his face again, and you think it take a long time working with him before you'll be able to read his face properly, to tell what that look actually means. "Like I said, Lieutenant. You do fine work." He nods to your art work. "The attention to detail, combined with whats obviously an attempt to incorporate new and unfamiliar techniques speaks to simultaneous commitment to quality, while still working to improve and expand your skills and knowledge base." His glowing red eyes move back to you, and you feel more seen, more stripped bare and pinned by those eyes than anyone had ever made you feel in their entire life. "Is that explanation satisfactory, Lieutenant?"

You fight the urge to wipe you sweaty palms on your uniform, heart pounding in your ears, and warmth in your chest.

You're in deep shit.

But you nod. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

He nods again, turning back to his datapad. "Dismissed," he says again, though not brusquely, before adding, "And I will see you first thing in the morning."

"...I look forward to it, sir."

And you really did. Maybe just a little too much.

A/N: Sorry for making you wait three months for this, anon. I've been going through it and have been really struggling to write, but waiting until I'm actually caught the writing bug again has been worth it I hope, though apologies in advance for any mistakes, considering I'm writing this at 6am before work. Hope you enjoy!

Also, reader's little/big crush on him has nothing to do with why he chose them, he genuinely thinks they'll do well, doesn't feel the need to interview them more because he's seen multiple of their artworks and has a good grasp of who they are and how they work from it.

But! it certainly doesn't hurt. lol. I'm thinking of his "All beings are flattered by such attentions," line about Maris' crush from Outbound Flight. (or however it actually goes. but Maris is a mood. like. me too, girl, me too.)

As always, comments and reblogs mean the world!

[kings-highway]

How do you feel about SakuAtsu? Personally is my current obsession.

mmm....mmmmmmmmmm.........

I knew this would come down the line. I knew it. Now here'a the deal, you gotta read my whole post before revolting against me.

I... I don't like them.

Now now, before you get up in arms, let me explain-

I actually dont dislike the *ship.* I actually think it's one of Atsumu's better ships.

But I have a HUGE problem with fanon-Atsumu. I cannot stand him in 80% of what I read. I think he is an incredibly interesting and complex character but I've never seen a SakuAtsu post that felt in-character. So I've never really been able to... care... (not that Im about to be very in character, i have little experience with either...)

BUTTTTT as is the trend with these asks, I am here to appreciate all ships, so lets see what I can find for them... 🤔

I can see them sort of standing a meter apart, at the tokyo youth camp, and Atsumu makes some sort of snarky quip and Sakusa cant helo but chuff a sort of laugh and Atsumu absolutely lights up because oh my god does he think Im funny???? and then he tells 1048 terrible jokes but Sakusa doesnt laugh for a single one and Atsumu makes it his goal to make him laugh again but Sakusa doesnt actually think he's funny, his mean one-liner was. So in the evening when they're eating, and Atsumu manages another cleverly scathing comment, this time directed at Komori, and Sakusa LAUGHS - actually in this scene Komori is the most shocked (and horrified)

They exchange numbers but they dont use them for like two months, until Sakusa asks if he's made it to nationals out of the blue and Atsumu says yes. Asks if they want to meet up- Atsumu asks if Komori is forcing him to reach out and try to make friends. Sakusa will neither confirm or deny.

I feel like Atsumu doesnt have a ton of jealousy over Osamu, but Sakusa definitely has some kind of like line about not even knowing they were twins, or not really caring. Atsumu almost tried to convince him Osamu is more interesting that him - he's more social, he's friendlier, he's funnier, he can cook, he can do everything - and Sakusa is all amused like "yeah but YOU'RE my friend so??? what about it??? also half those things are a nightmare, I dont want the friendly, energetic twin that wants me to socialize. I like that we just go off alone."

It takes like 8 months for Atsumu to introduce him to anyone. For those 8 months, Komori is the only person who even really gets to see them as a couple.

Sakusa has an anxiety attack and Atsumu expects it to be cute and panicked and instead he comes in and Sakusa has destroyed his room, because he saw a spider go under his bed, but couldnt find it and couldnt kill it and it somewhere in the room, and Atsumu crouches down and holds his hands and helps him through breathing and tells him they'll find it. And Atsumu has never given a shit about anyone like this, but he crawls around on his hands and knees by the flipped over bed and helps look to kill the thing until they find it (or Sakusa calms down and agrees it left the room).

It was not cute and Atsumu does not think he was the hero he wanted to be for him with all the answers, but Sakusa kisses him on the cheek anyway and Atsumu realizes how far gone he is.

Overall Ratings:

For me, Personal Interest: 0/10

Concept/Potential: 8/10

[danandphilplay]

*just want to clarify that by short form I mean youtube video uploads not youtube shorts. like videos to the channel not to the shorts/tiktok like content bit.

my answer to this is kind of one long yap. also did not put a third option for no preference bc ik a lot of answers will be ill watch anything from them and whilst i get that i want to see if there is an actual preference between the two so pls pick which u like/prefer or even engage with more

I think generally I prefer long content but it is also very dependent upon what the video is about. what I am trying to get at tho is I would love to see dan and phil play some different longer game series. yes I am thinking about life is strange AGAIN but I really would like a series like that and I genuinely would not mind if the wait between videos was longer than more frequent short form videos

just my opinion tho bc obviously we have no say over the dnp games channel but I feel long form game series may be a popular move?? but at the same time people may not have the time to watch and keep up with long videos/series. in the example of life is strange I guess the actual first game is quite old now but I still see people playing it on youtube for the first time and it’s still a popular game so I don’t really think that is an issue. obviously dnp know what sorts of games and uploads get more views and engagement (not saying that that’s the most important thing about uploading but it is definitely important to consider) so that impacts what they play too. hmmm I don’t know how to phrase it so I hope it sounds alright buttttt I do wonder if long form content or just a new series would do better on the channel and bring in new viewers? there is obviously a huge nostalgia factor with dapg and there’s still the core fandom that engages but I wonder whether content length impacts any growth in new viewers?

there is clearly the issue with long form content simply taking way longer. it obviously takes longer for dnp and their editors but also for viewers to have the time to spend on a series so maybe long form is not a popular move bc of that reason

nowww this also leads to a 4th option I wanted in the poll but I took out is whether people would want dapg youtube shorts. because reallllly super short content like shorts reels tiktok whatever else is so popular atm and so many highlights or funny moment clip things exist I wonder if that is a direction dapg will go in. I know dan isn’t rly a fan of all that especially tiktok but imo some of phil’s youtube shorts on lessamazingphil are still funny I just wonder if dapg shorts will ever become a thing and not even necessarily new content just like highlights or idk outtakes of a video like the ones anthony posts from his interviews. the highlights of the vid with dan seem to have got a lot of engagement too although ik anthony is a very popular creator still and his rebranded content continues being popular so I just wonder if dapg will ever have that kinda shorts thing going on??

I also think the times they’ve used the community tab to do polls or just general discussion has been fun and it just kinda gives the channel more personality imo!

again I just wanted to yap there is like 0 seriousness in this or what dapg should post bc I do watch whatever they put out I just wonder if there will be a shift in content and if that would impact the channel overall. idk!!

[allhopesforlove]

Sweetie? What an amazing chapter?! I love how you didn't make Elain the villain, but just someone desperate. Also, Az realizing that he always wanted a mate? And recognizing his feelings? Emotional intelligence right there (something book Az doesn't have yet in my opinion lol)

And y/n telling Adris or whatever 😂 that a woman would be above him even in his last moments? Chef kiss 💋

You wrote it so well that you had me questioning if I really wanted Azriel and y/n to be together. And that's rare. Usually I forgive anything people do if there's a mating bond lol. But this time Az had feelings for Elain, so I was confused. Maybe give a happy ending to Elain too? Personal request here. And I think Az should grovel a little more. I think that the woman who gave a badass speech before marching to her death would not accept him so easily, despite the bond.

Anyways, I know you were a little unsure about this chapter, but I think it was awesome! I loved it! Thanks for your work!

The way you paid attention to such details really makes me feel happy and honored 🥺

I really tried to not make Elain someone without a backbone, like sure, what she did was bad, but still she had a motive and her intentions really were only being with Azriel so yeah she was a bit selfish… I have to see what I am going to do with her character in the future parts, I still haven’t decided!

And yes omg! I really didn’t want this a “ah mating bond okay I’m forgetting all my attraction and feelings towards Elain all suddenly because a bond snapped” like NO.. feelings are a very complex concept and I tried to balance between them and the snapping of a bond, something sacred and in a way destined.

But just because we got to have a little more insight into Az’ and y/n’s feelings it doesn’t mean that it instantly reflects their actions. Like sure y/n feels like she wants to throw away everything to be with her beloved but does it mean that she is going to act on it? For now the answer is no, because she is letting her rationality take more control of her.

Its sometimes difficult to balance that, ofc y/n wont forgive Az so easily, but it does not mean that she is suddenly not in love with him anymore, she has been waiting for 400+ years for his attention and now suddenly he wants her, I think that does some things with her heart BUTTTTT will she actually act upon it is the real question;)

and let me tell you I am all for a slow burn lovestory, but again we’ll have to see if they are even making it alive out of this war 💀

This was me just ranting a little bit, because people have been asking for Az to grovel a bit more hehe

Thank you so much for reading and taking your time to give me feedback I really appreciate it 🫶🏼

[arievanille]

hellooo! so first of all I LOVE YOUR ACC ITS TEWWW CUTEEEE and it inspired me to make my own! buttttt idk if this is the wrong place to ask but nobody else would answer my question 🤕. i am christian and i love shifting but i recently got into loa and im not sure if its a sin to actually do it? like i want things in life but would it make sense to go that route with God involved? idk its just been a thought of mine for the longest…

THANK YOU SMMM!!! My account took so long to be what it is, many many talks with God about how I wanted it & here we are!

anyhow, i do not know about the loa because i myself don’t really dabble in it anymore as much. If i have a plan or a project or whatever calls for it then i talk with my Lord and we talk about things & usually things that pop into my mind that i want are usually from him so we work together for me to get it.

I believe that the loa is nothing but belief and faith tbh so technically.. all you be doing is putting your faith and belief in a plan that was for you already you know?

but involving God in anything you do is what matters most! talk to him!