#kinda wanted to be on a sickfic rn
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I FINALLY FIGURED OUT!
you guessed it. ATLA THEORY TIME!!!!
Remember this scene?
Azula was able to trick Toph in this scene, and I think it's not because her heart is cold (wink at the antis and shows my middle finger) nor she has her breathing under control, nor because she is just this manipulative.
I think it's because of the addition of so much unnecessary and unknown information for Toph. She includes 3 colour names and her "height", wich I severely doubt it was even taught for Toph. Also, she was describing the shape on an animal differently of what it looks like, wich would have to include Toph's imagination for her to figure how the fuck it looked- wich is also a hint. Toph doesn't know how a platypus-bear looks like. She can tell its weight probably, and its general shape and form, but not how it looks.
Therefore, I think Toph was mostly stunned by the clear discrepancy of what she was sensing, what was being described and especially the riddled information.
#atla#avatar the last airbender#azula#toph#sokka#zuko#day of the black sun#atla DOBS#atla meta#azula meta#toph meta#atla analysis#atla theory#toph theory#i have a fever just let me spill idiotic things without consequences while I can#also my throat hurts#kinda wanted to be on a sickfic rn#anyways im rambling#is this the creation of the tav#feverish blinday#?#BWAHAHAHAHAH#anyways I'm gomna pass ouy rn buye
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Hii one I loved your recent Minho sickfic, I was wondering if you could write one the other way around but with Felix where he’s sick, (maybe he has a migraine) and the reader takes care of him. 🙁❤️❓
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pairing: felix x fem!reader (afab)
genre: sick!fic. idol!felix. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. reader pov. established relationship.
content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. a lot of angst. felix is sick (with a migraine). reader is soft and caring for him. felix kinda has low self-esteem/doubts about his worth. slight possessive behavior from y/n (in a soft way!!). pet names (affectionately). reader praises felix a ton. toothe-rotting cuteness.
word count: 3.9k
summary: when your boyfriend felix unexpectedly falls ill with a bad migraine, you automatically throw yourself into the caretaker role. but maybe he needs more than just some pills to relieve the pain... maybe, all the medicine he really needs is you.
a/n: this was a fun request to write because having personally suffered from debilitating migraines since i was a little girl, i enjoyed exploring what this could look like for felix, while also incorporating my own experiences with these kinds of symptoms into the fic. lix is so beautiful and I just want to wrap my arms around him and give him a nice, long hug. 🥹💖 NO ONE touch me rn- i'm in my soft felix hours!!! 😭 hope you like this, anon... thanks for requesting! :))
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You automatically knew something was wrong the moment you stepped into a dark apartment. As the front door slammed behind you, you fumbled to find the nearby light switch before turning it on, throwing the nearby kitchen-dining room into a flood of warm light.
Because although this was the time when you usually arrived home from work to find your boyfriend, Felix, sprawled out across the living room couch relaxing and playing his favourite video games on the large tv, the space was devoid of any life.
Strange.
With a glance at the clock inlaid within the stovetop, it read just a little past ten in the evening. Surely, he must not have been home, otherwise, at least a few lights would be switched on in the apartment. He was probably still at the company, working his ass off in practice or doing vocals lessons. Typical Lee Felix.
A content sigh fled from your lips as you placed your bag down atop the kitchen counter, your shoulder feeling instant relief from the absence. You closed your eyes for a few moments, basking in the utter silence of the apartment before you made your way into the only bedroom just off to the left. Your shared place with your boyfriend wasn’t very spacious, but it was affordable, and it was your own, and that’s all that mattered.
Upon entering the pitch-black bedroom, you let out a low grumble to yourself, “We should just keep on a damn nightlight for when we’re away,” you stumbled about in the darkness before you came in contact with your nightstand and switched on the light.
And as soon as the room erupted in brightness, you noticed the figure curled up on the bed. For a moment, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. Stopping there, and slowing for a few seconds. Because… had someone broken into your place? A fan, perhaps? Or… a stalker?
But then, almost immediately after those terrifying thoughts crossed your mind, you recognized the small body.
You recognized it all too well.
Without even thinking about your next actions, you were flying across the small bedroom. Bending down towards the crumpled form, your gaze came in contact with glassy, dark brown eyes.
“Felix- what are you-” You began in disbelief, completely taken aback by his presence.
But then he was wincing in pain, closing his eyes again, plush bottom lip quivering just a little bit. “T-The light… can you please turn it off?” His voice was gravelly and low like it hadn’t been used in a while.
You didn’t even have to ask why, because you already knew the answer to his odd request.
A migraine.
And if he was asking for the lights to be off, it must’ve been pretty bad.
So after you were finished switching off the lamp on your nightstand, you made for the large bay window that was on the other side of the room. You slowly pulled open the curtains until just a sliver of light was filtering through the black-out fabric. After all, you still had to see.
Then you were flitting over to Felix again, positioning yourself on the edge of the bed, tilting into him. You reached up to his head and carded a few fingers through his sandy-blonde hair gently. “How long have you had it?” You asked, making sure to keep your voice quiet. His having a migraine wasn’t a new thing. He was highly susceptibly to head pain, and would regularly get headaches throughout the month. But the migraines were always the worst of it all. And with the light sensitivity? That wasn’t a good sign…
“Woke up with it,” he said in a soft voice. Just then, he cracked his eyes open weakly, his gaze locking with yours. The furrow between his brows and the slight tinge of pink on his cheeks told you all you needed to know about the discomfort he was in.
“Which number is this one?” Your fingers took to massaging his scalp in languid increments, watching the way his face scrunched up in apparent relief.
“Sixth this month.”
“Wow-” You began, your heart throbbing for him. You hated seeing your loving boyfriend in so much pain. And it had already happened six times that month. “What do you think it’s from?”
“Stress, probably… that’s what Chan said, anyway.”
“What are you so stressed about?” You prodded him, pushing a few of his light strands from out of his eyesight.
He groaned and pushed his face into his pillow. “What am I not stressed about?” His voice was muffled against the downy feathers, but you still heard it nonetheless. “It’s… everything, and yet nothing, all at the same time.”
“Lix…” You began, voice hesitant, sending a hush across the bedroom. Your fingers stopped their movement in his hairline, your eyes racking over his form. He was clad in his favourite oversized dark blue graphic t-shirt that had a scene from a cartoon that he had grown up watching in Australia. Loose black sweatpants fit snugly around his waist, and he was halfway wrapped up in your bed’s thick duvet comforter. “I’m worried about you…” You trailed off as he moved his head away from his pillow.
Biting down hard on his bottom lip, his eyes took on a certain pleading kind of light. “Please… don’t stop.” He all but whispered, motioning towards your fingers that were resting gently atop his head. And the pitiful look on his face just then, the way his voice cracked just a little bit from his misery, forced your chest to squeeze with hurt.
“This isn’t healthy for you, baby,” you started up again on the massaging, eliciting a low moan of relief to fall from your boyfriend’s lips. “You need to take a break, yeah?”
“How can I possibly do that when everyone is depending on me?” He chuckled in a dry, humorless kind of way. “Besides, this won’t be forever. I’m just getting them a ton because we’re preparing for the new repack and it’s hell at the company right now.”
“Still…” Your voice trailed off, as your fingers fled from his hair and swept over one of his temples. His eyelids fluttered at the delicate press of your digits against his heated skin, and a pleased smile spread across your lips. At least you knew how to help him in moments like these. “I just hate to see you feeling so shitty, you know? Want my baby to be healthy all of the time.”
At your words, Felix turned from his side so that his back was flush against the mattress. His hair was mussed from sleep and your fingers running through it, his freckled cheeks dusted in light pink from your words. “Damn, have I ever told you how much I love you?”
You took a finger and playfully poked at his side, “Yeah, but it wouldn’t hurt for you to tell me again…” You wiggled your eyebrows in a taunting kind of way.
And the last thing you saw was his sly grin before he was pulling you towards him. In an instant, he had his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tight to his warm, comfy body and peppering your face with dozens of light kisses. “Love you… so much, angel.” He mumbled against your skin, pecking each of your cheeks. “Love the way you take care of me, hmm?”
You chuckled at that, pressing your mouth against his in a loving, serene kiss. “And I love you too,” you started, before positioning yourself away from him and his searching mouth. “Which is why I wanna take care of you tonight. Will you let me, baby boy?”
He tilted in just then and pushed a fervent kiss against your lips once more. “Only if you’ll let me do the same next time you’re feeling shitty.” He rose a dark, perfectly-manicured eyebrow your way. And you knew, at that moment, he wasn’t going to budge. Everything with him was reciprocal. If you helped him in any way, loved him in any form, he felt obligated to return it - usually tenfold.
So you merely nodded your head in agreement, “Fine, I’ll allow you to help me next time I’m down and out.” You blew a few raspberry kisses against his cheeks, making him huff out a deep-throated laugh. Then you were separating yourself from him completely. “Now, onto the real business of things… have you eaten anything all day?”
It was a common occurrence for him to skip all meals entirely when he had a bad migraine, so it was no surprise to you when the look on his face turned slightly meek.“I just had a light breakfast so that I could take my medicine, but it’s definitely worn off by now, so I need to take some more”
Standing up from the bed in one fluid motion, you rested your hands against your hips in determination. “Then it’s set- I’ll make you dinner.”
He peered up at you through his wispy blonde fringe, “B-But you just got home from work and-”
You quickly held a finger up to your lips to silence any of his protests. “Ah- remember what you promised me, baby? That you’d let me take care of you tonight?” You sent him a glare, yet there was not a threat to be had in it.
A tiny smirk cracked across his lips, “Yeah, yeah- I remember…” He rolled his eyes at you, before snuggling further down into the bed. He was a literal blanket burrito- covered in sheets and the thick duvet coverlet.
“Anything you’d like in particular?”
“Nah- I love everything you cook.”
You tossed him a laugh as you headed for the closed bedroom door, “Ha- tell that to Minho… who’s apparently, the local sous chef around these parts.”
As you filtered out of the bedroom, you heard your boyfriend’s laugh follow behind you. At least your presence could take his mind off of the pain. He always said it did. He told you on multiple occasions how having you around him in times like these helped to alleviate some of the discomfort in his head. How, you were like a cooling salve to the throbbing in his temples, always there to support him and give him love when he needed it the most.
That night, you awoke to the feeling of shifting on Felix’s side of the bed. Gradually peeling your eyes open and turning your head on your pillow, you caught a glimpse of your boyfriend in the dim lighting of the bedroom. He was sitting up, spine curved, shoulders drawn low, desperately holding his head in his hands.
“Baby? What’s wrong?” You asked, concern dripping into your tone as sleep immediately left you. The sight of his slouched form made your heart race because you despised seeing him in such a poor state.
“Nauseous.” Is all he could manage to garble out, voice cracking with anguish.
You chewed on your lip anxiously, pushing yourself up from your pillow and nearing him. You grabbed Felix’s hand, languidly threading your fingers together with his and squeezing gently. “What do you need from me, babe?” You whispered, drawing small patterns against his warm palm with one of your thumbs.
A shudder ran through the length of him, as he clutched at his sandy-blonde roots in bated silence, “N-Nothing helps at this point…” he mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head ever so slowly.
“Do you want me to rub your head like earlier?” One of your hands traveled up his spine, stopping just at the nape of his neck. You began to massage circles into his scalp. “Will that help you feel better, Lix?”
Then unexpectedly, he was grabbing ahold of your hand in one swift movement. Your eyes widened in surprise at the frantic look in his eyes just then, as they stared back at you in utter distress. “P-Please, don’t touch my head… just makes me feel worse.”
You pulled him towards you, enveloping him in a loose hug. He practically melted in your embrace, his muscles softening at your touch. His entire body was so warm - it always was, like he was your very own heated teddy bear - and you wrapped your arms around his waist, squeezing lightly. “Okay, baby. Whatever you need, I’m here for you, okay?” Your lips found his face in the darkness, and you pressed delicate kisses against his skin. When your mouths collided, you kissed him with all of the gentlenesses in the world, and for a few beats, he returned the kisses.
After heavy silence had washed over the bedroom, casting everything in a delicate, forlorn kind of aura, you pulled away from him to catch your breath. And even in the darkness of the room, you could see the hint of pink dusted across your boyfriend’s cheeks. “L-Love the way you kiss me, angel,” he whispered, leaning into you to press another tentative kiss against your lips.
“I’ve always adored your beautiful mouth,” you replied, a tiny smile cracking across your lips when you pulled apart for air once more. You reached up to him then, tracing a finger around the line of his mouth. “So pretty for only me.” Your hand moved away then, as you cupped one of his warm cheeks with your palm, and he instantly eased into your touch. He had told you in the past how your kisses always made him feel a little better. At the height of his agonizing migraines, he said your lips were like a healing cure for him.
And for a few moments, it felt like the potion had worked. A small, content smile adorned your boyfriend’s face, and the perpetual furrow in his brow loosened. His eyes brightened just a little bit at your compliment - at your praises - because he always loved when you said quiet, loving words to him.
But then, everything fell apart again-
You watched in suddenly tense silence, as his entire body nearly doubled over in pain, spine going completely rigid, ears flushing red, bottom lip trembling.
Then came the glossy eyes. You recognized them instantly, for it was an absolute sign of what was to come.
In a flash of limbs, he was throwing off the duvet coverlet that he had been wrapped up in, racing to the bathroom with you right on his tail.
He threw the toilet seat open just in time as he inclined over the basin, emptying the little contents that were left in his stomach. You hadn’t made him a big dinner - it had only consisted of some scrambled eggs and a small bowl of mixed berries. But even still, it was enough to make him nauseous.
“Let it all out, baby,” you encouraged. You were at his side throughout it all, rubbing his back gently as Felix retched up everything he could muster, his stomach spasming with the effort. “It’s gonna be okay…” It fucking hurt you so much to see him in such a condition. You despised seeing the love of your life - your other half - suffering so much.
It seemed like it lasted forever, but finally- he pushed away from the basin with a deep groan. You quickly leaned over him and ripped up some toilet paper for him to wipe his mouth with.
And when you handed it to him, you quickly realized that his eyes were misty, tears running down either of his cheeks, leaving wet tracks behind on his smoothe skin. The sight of your loving boyfriend breaking down irrevocably caused your heart to crack open into two ugly pieces, and you once again wrung your arms around his hips, bringing him into your chest and giving him a tight hug. You two sunk to the cold tiled bathroom floor, close to the toilet.
“I-I’m sorry, angel,” he hiccuped in between his sobs. He buried his face into the crook of your shoulder like he was ashamed of what had just happened.
“Don’t apologize, Felix.” You said, trying to put some sternness in your voice. Because why in the world did he have to apologize to you? You were his girlfriend, for fucks sake- taking care of him when he felt shitty was the most basic of things for you to do. “You have nothing to be sorry about.”
“Y-Yeah, but you’re always taking care of me… it’s a burden on your shoulders that you didn’t sign up for.” He practically wailed, his tears leaving wet stains against your pajama shirt.
“I want to take care of you, baby. I fucking love you, and I care about you. And don’t ever say that you’re a burden to me because you’re not.” You tried not to raise your voice in that tender moment, but his words just fueled the deep fire that was always simultaneously burning inside of you.
Because he had said such things before, in the past, when the mean and abusive comments online had gotten to him. When it seemed like everyone thought he was a burden, so he had just assumed that he was one to you as well. But in reality, that was the farthest thing from the truth. He wasn’t a burden to anyone; he was the light to so many people’s lives, but especially to yours. He brightened up your day with just his smile alone, and the way that he loved you - wholly and irrevocably - was such an exquisite thing.
“You really m-mean that?” His voice splintered at the end of his words, as he hugged you a little tighter, nestling his head into your warmth.
“Of course I fucking mean it, Lix,” you began, smoothing down his hair with a palm. “You’re the light of my world- the reason my life is so complete. And I’ll do anything for you.” At that, you were pulling him away from your chest.
The tip of his nose was pink and his eyes were bloodshot from the tears. And with one look into his shiny, deep brown eyes, which were dancing with so many different emotions, your heart broke just a little bit more in the pit of your chest. With gentle fingers, your thumbs wiped away his excess tears. At least the crying had stopped.
“Please don’t cry, baby,” you whispered to him, desperation dripping into your tone. “I hate to see you cry, Lixie.” You used the nickname that he always liked coming from you, and watched in silence, as it brightened his face just a little bit.
“O-Okay,” he nodded his head slowly, hand finding yours and squeezing your fingers there. “I’ll try… and, I don’t want to feel this way anymore, so I’m going to do everything in my power to not get so stressed out.”
“That’s my good boy,” you laughed softly, reaching up to his head and gently ruffling his hair playfully. Your eyes flitted down to his face, which was shaded a crimson red from your words. You always loved to rile him up, even in the direst of moments. Seeing him blush so furiously did something wonderful to your ego. His blushes were always so... adorable. “How do you feel now?”
“A little better… I think that helped,” he canted his head to the porcelain toilet that was just beside the two of you, not wanting to even spell out the words to what had just happened.
“See, baby? I told you that you’d feel better,” you gave his shoulder a nudge, offering him a tiny smile. “Now, do you wanna brush your teeth, and then we can get back into bed?”
His eyes pulled away from the toilet and locked with yours, and thankfully- a little bit of that Lee Felix sparkle was back in them. Shining in his eyes, although dully. But at least it was there, even if it was a small amount. “Yeah… I’d like that very much.”
And with that, you took both of his hands and helped to hoist him up from the hard-tiled floor that the two of you had been sitting on for the last few minutes. You gently brushed his sandy-blonde hair out of his face as he worked at the sink, and when he was done, led him out of the bathroom and back to bed.
Leaning down into him, you tucked your boyfriend into bed, fitting the thick white duvet around his small frame. “Are you comfy?” You asked, as you bent forwards and pressed a kiss against his exposed forehead.
“No, not until I’m holding onto you,” he said in that deep voice of his, a sardonic smirk widening across his lips. Then, his hands were winding around your forearms, and you were yanked towards him.
You landed on top of his chest with a huff, sending a mirthful glare up his way. “I can hardly imagine that this is going to relieve your migraine.” Nevertheless, his arms wrapped around your waist, pressing your bodies close together.
“You must highly doubt the power that your cuddling abilities have over me,” he laughed, and at that moment, it felt like it was the first time that he had done so in ages. Gone was the bleary-eyed shaking Felix from before, in the bathroom. That man had been replaced with your Lix… all bright smiles and tinkling laughter making your chest pound with love.
“So I guess we’re just gonna fall asleep this way, then?” You rose an eyebrow his way, earning a dark chuckle from your boyfriend.
“Only if you want to.”
“Oh, I fully intend to lay here until I am physically forced to move. However, I’m just wondering if you’re up for that challenge.”
“Are you fucking kidding me, angel?” He tilted up to you then, pressing a fervent kiss against your lips. “If I could be joined to your hip for the rest of my life, I think I’d take up the offer.”
A wide smile broke across your face. “It’s settled then, I’ll be staying right here for the foreseeable future.” You said, pressing a light peck against the warm skin of one of his cheeks.
Just then, the both of you erupted into a fit of giggles, as Felix squeezed his arms around you tight, and you gave him slobbery kisses on his nose and forehead.
And all at once, the pain and heartache and suffering were forgotten, as the air around the two of you danced with love and happiness. Pure adoration glittered in Felix’s eyes, shining across his face in a wide grin. And you were almost positive that your face was mimicking his expression- which was made clear by the warmth that bloomed across your cheeks at his arms squeezing your waist tightly, and how your soul fluttered just a little bit at the way his perfect mouth kissed you again and again.
Because he wasn’t a burden.
He never had been one, and he never was going to be one.
Lee Felix was perfect just the way he was; small frame, fragile spirit, migraines and all.
All of it was utterly perfect.
He was like an ethereal little pixie, all rainbows and sparkles and butterflies, and everything pretty and warm and bright in the world.
And the best part of it all?
Was that he was all yours.
And you weren’t planning on sharing all of him with the rest of the world - you were only going to allow the outer-most parts of him for everyone else to see and cherish.
But the most-beautiful bits of his spirit?
Of his soul?
The tender moments, the sweet kisses, the serene smiles, the silky words?
Yeah, you were going to keep those locked away nice and tight inside your heart, so that only you had access to the innermost parts of Lee Felix.
Fin.
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Idk if your requests r open rn but if they r could you pls do "right now the only person you need to help is yourself" with planymphia (i am currently in a era of where im looking through sickfics because i am also sick and suffering and seeing the fics makes me feel better mentally)
I’m sorry I’ve abandoned some of these prompts that I lit rally asked for<3I’m still working on them it’ll just be slow bc my life and my body are both falling apart I fear <3
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“Has anyone seen Nymphia today?” Jane wondered aloud to her coworkers in the break room, at half past 10, Nymphia still hadn’t come to see Jane or pull her away for a secret kiss.
Dawn shrugged, eyes fixated on Amanda pouring coffee across the room. “Shouldn’t you be the one to know that?”
Jane huffed, swallowing down the brief worry that Nymphia no longer wanted to see her, that she’d finally pushed her away and replaced it with the reminder that Nymphia had texted her just this morning with a string of about 100 yellow heart emojis.
“I’m sure she’s in her office,” Dawn offered, “it’s audit season so she’s probably just too busy to come down to your cubicle and ogle you.”
“Says you,” Jane muttered, eyes shifting between Amanda and Dawn.
Dawn rolled her eyes. “Just go check, you’re gonna be bitchy and mopey until you see her and I don’t want you bringing that energy back to our office, capeesh?”
Jane downed the rest of her coffee and tossed the paper cup in the trash before she left the break room, heading down the hall to Nymphia’s office.
She was surprised to find the door shut tightly. Usually, Nymphia always kept it open, never one to turn down impromptu chat sessions with anyone that walked by.
Tentatively, Jane knocked on the door. “Nymphia? Are you in here?”
“Come in,” she heard quietly from the other side.
Jane opened the door and was met in near complete darkness save for the blue light from Nymphia’s computer, lighting up her face.
“Hi Janey,” Nymphia said, trying to hide the way her voice cracked.
“Nymphia.”
“What? I don’t get a ‘hi’ back?”
“Why are you here?” Jane demanded to know, she hadn’t meant to come across so harsh but her protective instincts flared up realizing Nymphia was sick. As she stepped closer to her, heat radiated off of Nymphia and Jane noticed to trash can under Nymphia’s desk was halfway full of tissues.
“I kinda work here,” Nymphia laughed, trying to play it cool.
“You know what I meant. You’re clearly sick, baby.” Jane said, softening; worry tugging at her.
Nymphia felt no use in lying about it, Jane already gathered enough evidence to debunk any excuse she might’ve had. “I’m planning on leaving once all these reports are done.”
Jane shook her head. “Nope, we’re leaving now and I’m gonna take care of you.”
“Jane, c’mon, it’ll only be a few more hours,” she whined, followed by a coughing fit.
“You’ll never get better if you keep pushing yourself,” Jane said matter of factly, taking a seat on the edge of Nymphia’s desk and pressing her hand into Nymphia’s forehead, “you’re burning up.”
“Okay, I’ll go,” Nymphia relented, “but you don’t need to take care of me. I don’t want to get you sick.”
Tucking a strand of hair behind Nymphia’s ear, Jane said tenderly, “Right now, the only person you need to help is yourself. Don’t worry about me, just let me take care of you.”
Nymphia sighed. “Okay, fine.”
Jane smiled and kissed the top of Nymphia’s head, letting her soothing touch linger for a moment. “Good, now let’s go. I’ll take you home and make you some soup.”
Packing up Nymphia’s things, Jane led Nymphia out to her car, hand out waiting for the keys. If it were any other day, Nymphia would’ve never allowed Jane behind the wheel, but with the way her head pounded, she handed over the keys.
They drove home in a comforting silence, Jane gently rubbing her thumb across the back of Nymphia’s too warm hand until Jane was pulling into Nymphia’s apartment complex and helping her up to her apartment, letting go when Nymphia was safely curled up on the couch.
“You get some rest, baby, I’m gonna make you some soup.”
Nymphia shook her head, reaching for Jane. “Not hungry,” she mumbled, “I want-“
“What is it? Do you need something to drink?”
“No, cuddle? Please?”
Jane smiled softly, pulling her feet up and tucking Nymphia against her side, unable to deny her girl anything. “I guess soup can wait. Still get some rest though.”
Nymphia rested her head on Jane’s shoulder, sighing contently. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“Always,” Jane replied softly.
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maybe in the middle of recording the sleepytired podcast, actor!kali and actor!stone just stop as the door creaks over. maybe the mic just picks up the sound of headphones dropping and someone running, and then theres just stone quietly talking like "hey, hey, youre s'pposed to be in bed, why are you up?" maybe a *barely* picked up mumble of "missed you.." from reader.
i see kali narrating this to the mic as it happens, probably with an audible smile.
maybe reader joins in from the side, but only with the condition of getting some warm blankets and proper meds. maybe he's not even plugged into the mic, just laying on the couch behind the table, speaking up every so often
idk i think this is adorable. no im not sorta-kinda-maybe sick rn wdym haha.. coUgh sickfics for the win either way
~ rusty
I feel like Actor!Kali absolutely refuses to have you sit in your own spot, you're sitting on his lap so he can massage your temple if it's hurting because of your congested nose. Also he gets cuddles, so win-win.
Actor!Stone just has him take vitamins beforehand because Kali's a bitch when sick and with you sick, Stone doesn't want to take a chance of having to deal with two sick people. (He loves you two, but considering how you two are when sick.... Well, his love can only help him for so long.)
#tyler's asks#tyler's inbox#tyler answers asks#answering asks#asks#task force 141 oc#shadow company oc#call of duty oc#cod oc#task force 141 oc: stone#call of duty oc: stone#cod oc: stone#actor!stone#stone variants#the multiverse of stone#the stone multiverse#actor!kali#cod oc x reader#cod oc x male reader#oc x reader#oc x male reader#male oc x reader#male oc x male reader#stone x reader#stone x male reader#kali x reader#kali x male reader#stone x kali#rusty anon#:)
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4, 12 and 22 for the ask game? 😌
🥰 thank you for asking!!
4. a story idea you haven’t written yet
i'll give you some niecests <333 i still would, at some point, like to do a pair of fics for an idea i had where modern au nhs and nmj each have a dream where they're surrounded by da-ges or didis respectively from different canons and points in the timeline. nhs with his da-ges has a very pleasant and cutesy time while most of them try to be varying levels of tsundere, and nmj gets gangbanged by all of his didis 😇
12. a trope you’re really into right now
i'm reaaaaally craving some good sickfic rn tbh. i'm supposed to write one next month but i want to do it NOW 😩 also arranged marriage, but i'm never not wanting a good arranged marriage fic tbh.
22. do you ever worry about public reaction to what you’re writing? how do you get past that?
i mean i definitely used to, which is why i started out with all of my incest fic on anon. then i made this second set of accounts, and they kinda became my main, so i guess not really anymore? i care about people's opinions, but only if they already liked the kinda stuff i'm making ie if they like this type of fic, do they like mine as well etc. ig if someone tried to harass me over what i make i'd probably lock down and disappear for a bit to hope it blows over, but so far i've been really lucky i think, no one's bothered me at all. to answer the second part of the question, i try to not think about whether people will like something before i post it, but sometimes i have to recruit luna to hit the post button for me when i work myself up too much about it XD
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AU & fic ideas masterpost
I just thought I'd put it down for myself, but if any of those interests you, feel free to ask me questions about them! (Most of them are Tails-centric because of course they are)
General ideas & aus building off the mainline setting
I probably wouldn't actually write fics about those but but some of them hardly qualify as "aus" to me. Also most of those don't have actual names
Sunflower au – this is just my general Tails-centric au where I dump all of my worldbuilding headcanons. I base some of the other aus off it.
Roadtrip au – this one is about Tails and Sage as adults going on another soul-searching roadtrip.
The one with Tails's parents – ok I firmly believe that Tails doesn't need parents in canon and I'm glad that it's left up to interpretation, but I was like "what if he has a human name because one of his parents was a human?" And then it kinda happened.
Parents au – similar name to the other one but this one is actually about Knuckles, Amy and Sonic coparenting Tails together. Everyone is older in this au, except for Tails.
Tailswap – this one is just Tails getting bodyswapped with a version of himself from another universe where he only has one tail. They try to swap back (It's not compatible with some of the other aus because alternative universe Miles has different parents)
Bodyswap au - another bodyswap idea, but this time it's the core four getting swapped around. It's just shenanigans all the way through.
Storybook au - this one is just the classic "characters get trapped in a book and have to finish the fairytales to get out", this already kinda happened to Sonic, but this time it's with 6 more people. (Each for a chaos emerald). Each of them is the main character of their own fairytale and they only recover their memories when they get to the end of their story and get the chaos emerald (this part is inspired by the iseakai stories Sonic Channel is doing rn)
Sickfic idea - Tails gets sick for the first time after meeting Sonic. This one I kinda do want to make into a fic.
Memory loss idea - basically Sonic gets a... very specific fantasy version of memory loss (accident in Tails's lab). It's meant to explore how unconventional Sonic and Tails's sibling dynamic is to an outsider, except the "outsider" here is Sonic himself.
Hanahaki idea - I honestly don't have anything specific for it, but maybe I'll come up with something.
Anti au - basically Sonic & his closest friends (at least Tails and Amy, I'm not sure what I want to do with Knuckles here) are... well not evil necessarily, but they cause destruction with no regard for others, they just want to have fun mostly and don't care who gets in the way. Eggman is still not a good person, but he's not as open about his villainy and tries to present a good image to the public. I need a better name for this.
Alvin and the Chipmunks crossover - I just feel that the aatc cast would fit so perfectly into the world of Sonic. I don't know.
Aus that are more explicitly alternative universes
Superhero au - this also doubles as a high school au. It's the classic teenage superhero thing, but it's probably my favourite au and I have a lot of stuff for it.
Magical girl au - magical girls! and boys. Chaos emeralds help the characters transform so it's only 7 people getting the power. Each of them gets a unique power that they can use even without the transformation (for example for Sonic it would be his speed, etc.)
Tangled - au based specifically on Tangled the Series. It's mostly me putting the Sonic characters into scenes from the show and amusing myself with it.
Wizard of Oz - not actually based on the Wizard of Oz, mostly its vibe. Cream and Shadow are the main characters there.
Actual Wizard of Oz au - au where the characters take on the roles of the Oz characters from the first book. It's kind of supposed to be a comedy, all the characters know they're doing a parody.
Aus that are based on specific adaptations
Ever After High au - that's what it is. I'm having a bit of a trouble assigning the characters fairytales, especially Knuckles (he's a very important character there)
Magic School au - eah au is too complicated with assigning the characters and all, so I've decided to also make a regular magic school au
Aosth au with Amy and Metal Sonic - exactly what it says it is. Except Amy has a plot with Scratch and Grounder, while Sonic and Tails try to fight Metal Sonic. It's mostly about Scratch and Grounder leaving Robotnik and Amy becoming a freedom fighter in her own right.
Au based on the Martin Adams novels (with Amy and Metal Sonic) – Metal Sonic here is actually the character that already exists in the novels, I'm just making them into this universe's version of Metal Sonic. But this au is actually mostly about Sonic & Tails's relationship. Sonic has a quarter life crisis.
Boom au where Tails does become Eggman's lab assistant - ok so you know how in like episode 3 Tails offers to become Eggman's lab assistant for the return of his robot, but then the team gets him out before he signs the contract? But what if they were too late? This au is mostly Tails and Eggman being insufferable to each other, also it could be an interesting challenge to rewrite s1 episodes to be without Tails.
Au where Aosth Tails ends up in the Boom universe - exactly what it says it is. It's mostly shenanigans.
#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#project.txt#project.au#I'll keep editing it plus I probably forgot something already#should I tag Tails since a lot of those center around him?...#miles tails prower#tails the fox
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CW // IRL/SELF OBS
I either have demon allergies from hell or some sort of unspecified respiratory virus, so in acknowledgement of that, here's that fever obs I promised y'all last month and never delivered on
The backstory:
I was a very healthy adolescent/young adult so I had no real experience with any sort of prolonged fever. Then I managed to catch the flu last month (tested positive for Influenza A 💀) and came down with an Actual Fever, and figured I'd dump my observations here for fic reference (or whacking off, if that's more your cup of tea)
Here's my account. I tried to lock in on the interesting, sickfic-y details
The good shit:
-I had a scratchy throat and a cough for 2 days beforehand that I thought was laryngitis from talking too much (my friend had been visiting so I was YAPPING)
-Then the reckoning began
Fever 102-103°F
-I woke up on Day 3 with a fever. I had never had a fever before. I knew exactly what was wrong with me. My skin felt wrong and I was cold even though I could tell, somehow, that my apartment was warm. There was some sort of perception-reality mismatch that I was deeply aware of.
-I really could not get warm. I was shivering under piles of blankets, and I remember thinking, "If anyone tried to snuggle me warm, sickfic style rn I think i would Actually Kill Them." When I tell you I did not want to be bothered.
-I even tried to romanticize it like "teehee, if I was in a sickfic right now, I would want my Caretaker to... to, um... uh..." I honestly just wanted to be left the hell alone so I could sleep.
-I was SO fucking tired?? When I got up for like food or whatever, I started not letting myself sit down because I knew I would start to fall asleep, and then I'd have to haul myself back up to go to bed. I swear I've never used so much willpower and self-discipline in my LIFE, but it took so much determination to stand up and go to bed. It didn't matter if I was in the middle of eating or making coffee, if I got tired, it was either go to bed or collapse.
-The only time I ever felt too hot was when I tried to drink coffee for my caffeine addiction. I lasted about two sips before I started burning up and falling asleep and reckoned I had about 60 seconds to decide if I was gonna go to bed or let it happen in an armchair with a mug of hot coffee in my hand. (I went to bed).
-Overall, I was very able to do things for myself. I was slow and tired, but I felt like my mental energy was fine enough. I managed to take care of my dog and eat (sort of) and all that
-My focus felt very narrow. I could really only focus on one thought or task at a time, with no room for planning. (So no "I'll eat something, then have some water, take my dog out, and go back to bed." It was one thought at a time.)
-Speaking of eating...
-I had NO appetite, so I started forcing myself to drink milk every time I woke up. I can easily see how a character could become dehydrated or forget to eat when feverish. I had 0 hunger cues. All I wanted was popsicles for my sore throat.
-Because I have sickfic brainrot, I was constantly asking myself: "Could I push through this? What tasks could I perform if I absolutely had to?"
-I decided that driving was a definite no. Curiously, I also couldn't stand up straight, like I was too tired. However, I estimated that, with sufficient adrenaline, I could probably perform cardiovascular exercises if needed (so yes running, no weightlifting). And, though I think it really would have hindered my recovery, I probably could have forced myself to stay awake and do computer or paper tasks that required no creativity. (So clerical tasks, filling out paperwork, basic math, etc)
Fever in the 100s
-Day 4 was the day I got the Sickfic Cough
-We're talking like choking, desperate, "something in my chest needs OUT!" kinda coughs. A couple times it even got so bad it triggered my gag reflex, but thankfully nothing came of that
-I was still tired, but I finally had the presence of mind to talk to text people instead of just scrolling on Tumblr
-For some reason I got a craving for Asian pears that I was tragically unable to fulfill. If I'd had a lovely sickfic Caretaker to fetch me Asian pears I swear I would have married them.
-SO. FUCKING. COLD. This was really the day I started longing for a "Character B," if you will. I wanted somebody to hold me sooo badly. But alas I had to make do with extra blankets.
-Then I started waking up absolutely DRENCHED in sweat, aware that my internal temperature was too high but absolutely FREEZING. Again, I would have loved for someone to help me wash my bedding and get new pajamas and run me a bath, but it was just me. So the sheets went unchanged and I started having to cycle through pajamas and it was fine.
-^This apparently had nothing to do with my fever "breaking," because it happened many times with my temperature sort of bouncing around the 100-102 zone with no particular pattern to speak of
Brief Interlude on Physical Appearance
-Both days I had a fever, I honestly thought I looked lovely. I've had a few stomach bugs before and turned so pale I was basically green, but this kind of had me a yellowish pale? I have a golden undertone so I think that had something to do with it. I didn't notice any "fever glaze" to my eyes, nor any red cheeks, but my eyelids looked darker? It was really very flattering. If my hair hadn't been so fucked up I would have taken some selfies, but alas, I looked like a bog creature.
-I can kinda see what the Victorians/menhera girlies are on about....
Recovering
-Day 5 was uneventful. I woke up without a fever and had to drag my ass to urgent care to get a return-to-work note because I never bothered to link up with a PCP (I know, I know)
-Here's a bonus scenario for you all: I arrived at the urgent care a little after opening only to find a sign on the door that the staff was having a meeting and the urgent care was opening an hour late. So I had the choice of spending 20 minutes standing out in the cold. while recovering from the flu. or to walk back to my car. neither of which I particularly wanted to do.
-I waited in my car. When I finally saw the a provider, she was so unconcerned about me that I was almost offended
-(Not in a bad way, just that I felt awful and had spent the last day wanting someone to "Oh poor baby" me, but in the medical field, an otherwise healthy, polite 20-something with no other health concerns than "recovering from the flu" is not even remotely a big deal)
The symptoms stuff is done now, but I figured I'd include the medical system details in case anyone wants them, or for me to reference later:
-For the medical details: An MA (medical assistant) took me back and asked me the routine questions (symptoms, when did they start, any major concerns, date of last period— they didn't give me a pregnancy test, which I appreciated, but afaik policy on that varies from location to location), and took my temperature and blood pressure. This was done with me in one of the normal chairs on the floor.
-The MA also verified I had tested negative for COVID at home, and swabbed my nose for a flu test
-The NP (nurse practitioner) who came in later had me hop up on the exam table, verified my answers about my symptoms, and listened to my lungs with a stethoscope. She was the one who gave me the results of the flu test. She skimmed over educating me on recovery, presumably because I'm young, healthy, and seemed very comfortable and familiar with everything that was going on (I was— both my parents worked in the medical field, my sister is a nurse, and I work in medical records). She prescribed me something to help with my cough and sent me on my way with some printouts detailing what I symptoms I could expect as I recovered, my return-to-work note, and (for some reason) my name and blood pressure
-And that was that
That's all! I hope this was, if not informative, sexy, or helpful, at least mildly interesting :)
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hold on to your horses as this is gonna be one hell of a ramble, but im trying to wrap my head around 3rd person perspective
I always write in 3rd person, but it's not quite as simple as that is it? Because like you can write from an general, neutral omniscient pov, as if you were another person observing the story or as though you were watching through a camera lens like as a tv show.
However, if you want to include a characters inner dialogue or thoughts or feelings, you kinda have to dip into 3rd person but from their pov? Idk I'm confused.
This sickfic im writing rn, I decided to mostly try and write it from everyone but the sickies pov, for a change. I still need to use the sickies pov for a few key points (and for scenes where they are alone) but generally it is either neutral 3rd person pov or focusing on the thoughts/ feelings of other characters.
Idk what the point of this rambling is, im just still trying to wrap my head around it. Maybe I'm overthinking it. That's probably more likely lol
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Hello!!!
just wanted to pop in and say I love your writing it’s so good!!!
I’ve been seeing you works since the our world au first crossed my dash and I gotta say your works just keep getting better and better, which is crazy considering our world was already phenomenal. Your ideas and aus are just so creative, I find myself drawn in and excited to see what you do with each new au.
Like the one where some of the students were like, put into a sitcom style tv show by a students UM, that’s so interesting!! You’re so good at making suspense and intrigue and fluff and everything it’s incredible. Arms Tonite is a work I keep coming back to, who doesn’t love a good sickfic and the way you wrote each character getting to the point of passing out was just so in character I could 100% see them all doing what they did.
(as a side note I appreciate that with like prompts that aren’t romance focused or like lend themselves to that kinda dynamic you write in a way that could be, at least maybe to me I might be misreading lol, taken platonically. Personally I’m a big fan of platonic Twst content, the cast is just silly little pal shaped to me, and there’s not quiet as much stuff like that so I really appreciate anyone who writes a Drabble like that : D ((ik this blog isn’t the only to write things that can be platonic or romantic but it’s the one I’ve read most recently so it’s sticking out to me rn haha, if any other writers see this and also write works that could go either way I appreciate you to the sun and stars 🌟 ))
aaa ok back on topic whoops! speaking of characters you write the Twst cast so well, I really enjoy reading your works and seeing your takes on them. I always find it interesting to see how the little details of each character are handled from author to author, what gets emphasized, what is less focused on. I also love your works that have the cast interact with each other like the hotel room sharing split thing. The visual of Ace, Floyd, Kalim, and Jack just having a blast running around the hotel at 3 am is fantastic.
Oh oh and quick shoutout to your oc Howl, love that funky little mischief maker. I adore the way you gave them a custom blazer, that was so creative and it looks so nice!! They’re dynamics with everyone are also super cool to learn. I love just everything about when they just, wandered away from the Octavinelle, I don’t think after sorting party is the right word but I can’t think of another oops, and just all the interactions with them and Octotrio. The ending with them running from Floyd was so fun, and the last line of just “They could not outrun Floyd” is so funny it makes me lose it.
Whats also making me lose it is this recent whumptober series 😭 it’s so wonderfully written as always but also I am in so much pain. Each new work in the series just leaves me wanting more, the potentially happy conclusion juuuust out of reach. It’s been so fun each day seeing how you will rip my heart to shreds next lol. I need a sequel for each and every work asdfg
anyways, apologies for the giant slab of text!! Again your work is just so fantastic and I look forward to seeing everything you think up next, keep up the fantastic work and have a great day!!!!! :D
(and also thank you for not having my eternal enemy, word limit on for anons on, or else I would have to do the worst thing imaginable ever, be concise 😨)
Okay first off, sorry for not responding to this but I was enjoying seeing it in my inbox every time I looked over requests because it just made me smile and it makes me so motivated to see someone enjoying the stuff I post
Second of all THANK YOU SO MUCH
I'm always a little nervous when I post au stuff because it can be pretty hit or miss but I'm so glad that you like it!!!
Also, yes!!! I try to write stuff that can be seen as platonic or romantic because personally I think it's just more fun that way. They're just silly little guys doing silly little things! I also enjoy platonic headcanons too because sometimes I wanna know how the dorm leaders would react to me handing them a rock without it being flirty, yknow? And I also feel like relationships aren't 100% romantic all of the time? But who knows maybe I'm wrong! Point is yes yes platonic headcanons/fics are great and I adore writing them
And thank you!!! I try to write them somewhat true to the source material but exaggerating certain things is pretty fun. I think it's incredibly funny to have Riddle just be completely clueless about basic information but an absolute WEALTH of knowledge about academic shit, or to have Idia be nervous around big groups of people but a total confident nerd bro the minute he's alone with someone/comfortable. And I love to think about how characters react to one another and their dynamics we don't get to see a lot of in game. (Bonus headcanon: Trey, Jade, and Jamil all gossip with eachother in their spare time)
Also this reminds me that i still need to write the second part of arms tonite oops
AAAA yes howl. My beloved self insert. Absolute menace to society. Thank you for all the soft comments about them because dfjkshkfshdfkshf /pos they're a little shithead and also me and I have so much more content of them sloooowly coming
also OOPS i skipped two days in a row and accidentally forgot I was doing whumptober I will be getting back on that today skfdjlhfkgjsdfh but thank you for the kind words regarding that too because I do get a bit nervous when posting that dfkjghkdslhfkjd /gen /pos
This has really been making me want to keep writing (even if i took a couple days off) so thank you for this its really really sweet and im all like. UwU I would die for you anon <3
#sweet anon#hmmmm nickname for you hmmm#you can be starburst anon#you're sweet and one of my favs#also who doesnt like starbursts?#starburst anon#seriously i almost cried when i read this#i also was doing that thing with the kicking my legs and squealing
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I know we’re only talking about epithet s rn but am I the o ly one that can’t stand the fact that 90% of the fic written are AUs?
You know the more fics you read, the more you develop a preference for them and I’ve been reading fics for largely over 10 years and my preference is basically just, canon fics,,, whether it’s canon compliant, canon divergent, fix it fics, as long as it takes place in the same universe idc
In this case, it’d be irl fics where they’re u know streamers or DSMP /manhunt fics
This is like one of most peoples first fandoms or first Real people fAndom so they take outside opinion to heart, like with the Twitter activism And there’s this sense of weirdness with fics that take place in this universe if that makes sense Like with “hard block me if you read irl fics” “I only write/read AUs” it makes fic writers just stick to AUs
And yeah that’s a whole other thing but my main problem with AUs for any fandom really, but especially this one is characterization? Like they’ll all just like change completely everything about them just to make them fit whatever story is being told or like they try to use their actual characterization but it feels off because they wouldn’t be like this if everything was different
aus (depending on what ofc) are generally hard to do well and its quite easy to do them poorly by overlooking certain parts so its not rlly that suprising ? that this fandom doesnt have that many good aus + u have to be kinda creative to do more thna just sex and sickfics and meetup fics in irl and even then its gonna be an au of some sort. honestly the ones i like the most are the ones that dont need that much exposition or world building because its less to learn and i think for a lot of fics ur world has to fit your character, forcing your character to change to be a part of hte world or to be the protag u want them to be just isnt going to work bc u fuck over their characterisation which is half the appeal of fanfics for quite a few people
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Hiya there! This is a complete out-of-no-where question but I wanted to ask, what are your favorite hurt/comfort tropes? (Specific tropes like sickfics, emotional hurt and comfort, etc) feel free to ignore or delete~
😳😳😳 i feel called out rn cuz i never talk about it on here but hurt/comfort is seriously my favorite favorite favorite type of fic i like it a lot... i really like traumatic backstories 😔 so whether that’s like, a fic that takes place in a character’s backstory or that focuses on them dealing w/ it later, having flashbacks or triggers and having to seek out support from their friends... i like stuff like that a lot. sickfics are fun in theory but i kinda like higher stakes, so like, hiding an injury is like a sickfic but better for me 😖 oh and also overprotective friends/love interests, especially if the character who’s struggling is normally really strong and brave, that’s a good one
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Author Interview Game
Ahh thanks for the tag @pandora15 and @giggles-and-freckles!
Name: Kasey
Fandoms: primarily Star Wars right now! Of course there’s been others I’ve dabbled in over the years, but Star Wars is my steadfast ride or die lol.
Where you post: I post my longer, more involved fics to ao3, and my short stuff from prompts on tumblr. I feel like I consider my ao3 as a portfolio of the fics I put the most time and effort into, and tumblr is just for fun and fulfilling prompts.
Most popular oneshot: Shelter!
Which cracks me up, because while I totally loved writing it, it’s so self-indulgent and kind of plotless lol—basically some classic sickfic, where Obi-Wan and Anakin are trapped in the briefing room while Obi-Wan has a migraine. I’m glad people like it!
Most popular multichap: Roots is my only multichapter fic lol, so it’s the most popular by default. But yikes there are some things about Roots that make me bigtime cringe now (mostly my misguided thoughts about what ‘attachment’ was before I got on tumblr lol, and my stilted pacing and clunky metaphors), even though it’s only been a few months since I wrote it—but hey, such is growth lol
Favorite story you’ve written: Ooh probably In Memoriam. It was the hardest one to write I think, and I remember having to really work for the pacing because there’s so much tension—like how Anakin gets more and more upset, and Obi-Wan is feeling sick but also wants to keep it together to figure out what’s bothering Anakin, etc etc. So trying to figure out the peaks and valleys and all that was a fun challenge.
I also have a lot of love for the fics @katierosefun and I wrote together, like loose stitches—that’s just been such an awesome thing to do, and they all have a special place in my heart!
Fic you were nervous to post: Some Things You Just Can’t Speak About! I’d never written Bail Organa before so I was worried about getting his voice right, and I was worried the Council scene was gonna be flat and boring, and I was scared of making Obi-Wan come across as too fragile, or the Council as cold and unfeeling.
How you choose your titles: they usually come from a line in the fic that points to the theme somehow. I almost always “find” my title as I’m writing—like there’s usually a moment where I write a line and go OH there it is—there’s the title! Either that, or an appropriate Taylor swift lyric lol.
Do you outline? Yup, almost always! I find it helps me beat writer’s block—my outlines are often almost like a really shitty first draft, like the whole story is there in detail, dialogue and all, it’s just super poorly written lol. But somehow it’s a loophole to my perfectionism, cause my brain goes “ah! It’s bullet points! So we’re allowed to write trash!” But gOD FORBID I try to write the first draft without bullet points or brain shuts off and threatens to never let me write anything ever again—
Complete: I have 27 fics on ao3, and I’ve posted somewhere around 24 just on tumblr. So technically 51 total, since I started posting stuff in April. (There’s also the tomb of my unpublished fic from before this year, when I just wrote for myself and didn’t share it, but I feel like those don’t count lol)
In progress: i just started working on a post-Geonosis fic where Obi-Wan as Anakin are both grieving in different ways and over different things. Anakin is helping Obi-Wan cut his hair when it turns into an argument which turns into a breakdown, which turns into some comfort and hugs and happier things :))) I’m also doing some requests, and a fic where Obi-Wan is having dizzy spells, but doesn’t tell anyone about them until everyone finds out in the most dramatic way possible lol
Coming soon/not yet started: waaaaay too many. I have a doc called “sw brainstorm and ideas” and it’s 15 pages of nothing but fic ideas lol. But the few I’ll probably get to soonest are here in this post :)
Prompts: I love taking prompts! Rn I have sooooooo many unanswered in my inbox. I was trying to write 2 per day this week, but I kinda got thrown off yesterday—things just got a little messier in the mental health department, and I needed to take a break from them to help myself feel better. I’m hoping to get back to them soon when I’m feeling a bit more myself, which I’m definitely starting to :)
Upcoming Work You’re Most Excited About: I’ve outlined a continuation of this fic, which I’m calling “Burial,” and it’s a 5+1 things of all the times Obi-Wan buried someone or something important. Also hype for this fic about Anakin giving Obi-Wan a haircut, and a surprise one involving....lit nerd Obi-Wan, my fave
No pressure tags: @lightasthesun @katierosefun @soplantyourownflowers @obirain @tessiete and any other writers who wanna jump on this!
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i’m gonna reread all my advent drabbles for no reason and talk about them i guess ...... why??? who fucking knows i’m in a weird mood rn i feel like being annoying lmao but it’s under the cut bc it’s dumb XD
1 - this is literally the same as my first quinntina drabble for the klaine-tober event thing lmao just a different season XD
2 - i love this one tbh probably one of my favorites dlkfkgsdhjf and i obviously love the song i based it on ;-;
3 - I LOVE THIS ONE TOO AND IT’S WHERE I FIRST THOUGHT OF KURT AND TINA IN FASHION TOGETHER OMG how was that.... the beginning of this month... idk when it feels like it was but that feels fake and anyway
4 - oh ew ‘dispensable’ lmao i don’t really like this one but someone said they liked the “voter fraud” thing lol but yeah mark my words i’m gonna write a GOOD quinntina s3 sectionals fic at some point idk when but it’s gonna happen i’m putting it into the universe now
5 - omg did anyone catch the ‘laughing and talking intimately’ reference to rumours (i think lol) (as if anyone’s gonna read this and know what i’m talking about XD) also kuinntina rights :3
6 - i also kinda don’t like this one it’s kind of cheesy to a bad extent XD but it’s ok :P in my heart is a christmas tree farm
7 - imma toot my own horn i’m really good at dialogue hehe (jas has also told me that so i’m not being completely narcissistic XD)
8 - hi vampire!tina angst... y’all i highkey really want to do more of vampire!tina and werewolf!quinn idk if i can do like an actual multichap or anything tho lol
9 - ooh the random start of this au that i want to continue.....................
10 - i really added a couple lines in here to hint at a backstory but i have no idea what that backstory is XD i mean i want to continue this au even if just to figure that out for myself lol
11 - kuinn rights kuinn rights kuinn rights pining quinn rights !!!
12 - i should expand on this one and maybe some more scenes from my vampire!tina werewolf!quinn au fdjghfkldsdsk i just really want to expand on the whole au lol
13 - my first 300 word one lol and i’d like to thank taylor swift for writing the song ‘speak now’ for me to base this drabble completely off of :P
14 - ohhhh not fucking nip lmao some cute girlfriends tho i guess
15 - maybe i want to expand on the fashion designer!tina (and kurt) au...... who knows ..... too many aus too little time and writing ability XD
16 - oh hell yeah SENTENCE FRAGMENTS XD i love it tho omg i said no dialogue and i did it well????? kinda???
17 - yo i love these two skldgjdkhglfs i kinda feel weird about saying it lmao but i mean i gotta like it to post it XD and besides who else is writing for quinntina it’s just me so i gotta like my own quinntina shit lol
18 - this one’s pretty random lskdhskdfj i mean all of them are pretty random XD
19 - vampire!tina and werewolf!quinn sickfic anyone?? i love sickfics and hurt/comfort but i feel like i never have ideas for them lol and this one’s,,, fine
20 - simp quinn yeah yeah yeah simp WEREWOLF quinn nice (this one and the last one lmao)
21 - reading these all at once does make me kinda sick of my own writing style..... but i love this one also i just noticed i did quotation marks wrong lmao oops
22 - this scripted argument scene is so fucking cringey lmao
23 - i don’t fucking KNOW it flows a lil weird but it’s ok
24 - not me doing just dialogue again at the end lmao
yeeeee idk why i did this lmao thank you for reading if you did idk why you would but thank u <3
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Director's commentary for arbitrio? (Only if you want.)
np, dude! if i didn’t want, i wouldn’t have reblogged the post, ur all good! so arbitrio, yeah, that’s, uh, tbh i feel kinda bad abt it? i do and i don’t. a guest reviewer on a is for acupuncture asked if i would write sickfic of susan taking care of billy. wait, no, that’s not exactly accurate, i just double checked for reference, they actually told me it would be “amazing” if i wrote that. now i was upfront like, idk, no promises.
but at some point i opened the doc like, sure, i can do that. and uh...then. i mean. i couldn’t. i mean, not the way i think was desired (i’ve not heard from this guest again) from the wording of the comment and the hug emoji. i think they wanted fluff. prompter, if u are reading this rn, i’m sorry i couldn’t provide what i think u were looking for. fluff isn’t rly in my repertoire. 😅i *meant* to do an alt version of that chap without the murder, but instead it turned into sick!billy helping susan disfigure/dispose of neil’s corpse afterward. oh shit, that was mostly recap again. u didn’t ask for a recap, u want like, director’s commentary so like, stuff not previously accessible-- i’m so sorry, it’s me and the stupid context thing again. i overestimate the necessity of context, bear with me here, we’re moving on now.
okay!! alright! so. it was prolly the most billy and neil interaction i’d ever written, so. that was smth. susan always frees the spiders gently bc she too wants to be free. wishes it was as easy for her to get out the household as it is for the lil creepy crawlies she takes out in tissues. rly enjoyed writing billy comparing and contrasting susan and his own mom. even more enjoyed writing the part where he realizes both he and susan are kind of...homicidal, for lack of a better word. murder duo! never enough susan + billy murder duo!
here is the baiting needle, susan used. btw max isn’t actually home for any of this. the light is on under her door but she snuck out her window while “acupuncture” was happening, still mad at susan for prior events. heavily implied and suggested in fic but not outright confirmed, billy does have pneumonia. i ended up tagging it like a wk later or smth when i realized that could be potentially triggering for ppl, esp in light of the pandemic. so, uh, gay bar dumpster dump. these are the bookends. billy blowing *ba dum tss* his cash on gas for bar is why he didn’t have enough at the store previously. dude just gives me big chaotic bi vibes?? idk.
ended up writing two more requests related to this 'verse, and now there’s a third in my wip folder. what can i say, uh? well. if the axe snafu au is the au where murder brings us together, then the gay garbage disposal au is the au where murder tears us apart. :’D
tyvm for playing!!
#my fic tag#susan hargrove#billy hargrove#neil hargrove#the last one#tysm for sending!!#it's been fun#anonymoose
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Fire Emblem Heroes
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Alfonse/Summoner | Eclat | Kiran
Characters: Alfonse (Fire Emblem), Summoner | Eclat | Kiran
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff
Published: 2020-05-02
Word Count: 337
Summary:
It's Alfonse and the Summoner's anniversary, and he wants to do something nice for her, like bake a cake.
fic commentary under the cut, as always
so this is one of the few times i’d ever willingly write something m/f and it’s for my girlfriend @pasteladins! (not saying m/f ships are bad just a lot aren’t to my taste)
this was our 1 year anniversary gift. originally it was gonna be longer but i lost the plot i was gonna go with and i was like “fuck it, this tells a complete story on its own” so i just. left it like this
i may write more norrie/alfonse in the future tho because like. i love norrie so much? she’s peak character design
uhhhh i don’t. have much to say about this honestly? it’s cute. i like it. i love pastel
i wish i had more stuff to post but it’s like. i do not really (i have one fic i’m kind of sitting on but it’s a sickfic and considering everything rn i’m not sure i wanna do that just yet?)
favorite part: When he opened them, though, all he saw was the enamored look on Norrie’s face. “That’s so sweet of you! It might defeat the purpose but… maybe I could help you?” She must have noticed he was about to protest, because she held up a hand to stop him from speaking. “Maybe then it could actually be finished in time! And, um, edible!”
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Author Meme! tagged by @purplepencilshades, thank you!!
Author name: Swift~ Ao3 link is on my blog already but im SwiftIsHere there (and p much everywhere)
Fandoms you write for: whatever im hyperfixating on atm! which is mystery skulls rn and hopefully for a good while longer. the one wolf 359 fic i have up is leftover from.... That
Where I post: Ao3! i usually crosspost to here too, either as a link or the full fic.
Most popular one-shot: uhhhh, lemme check... in terms of hits, that would be for all the friends that we have lost. only one for me is technically more popular, but I don’t count that and I’m p sure it’s just bc it’s been up longer.
Most popular multi-chap story: only got the one! it’s Little Magenta Lies. i’d like to post more multichap stuff but none of it is... done per se...
Favorite story you wrote: ah geez... published, i think i’d probably say The Darkest Place. it’s so soft and i really like the characterization. as for unpublished, i really like the royalty au that i keep talking about and am working on in theory
Story you were nervous to post: ooh, this is a good one. magenta lies makes me nervous every time i update it lmao, but Step in the Right Direction might actually be the one i was most nervous about initially posting. it’s so small and i didnt know if it would. count?? i guess?? it’s barely even a story and more of a retelling of canon events?? i really like it but??
How do you choose your titles: i dont choose the titles the titles choose me. seriously tho? i dont know i just kinda go with whatever string of words comes to mind. i like to follow what i call the “world of goo” naming theme, which is “just throw some word spaghetti at the canvas it’s fine just go with it” (this is a DIRECT call out for world of goo, whose names i love so much for being completely inane)
Do you outline: i try to? i don’t as much for oneshots, but id never be able to continue anything long if i didnt. i just can’t think the story through in my head. i dont know how some people do it.
Complete: i dont know that word sorry
In progres: yeah
Coming soon: i have over 40 wips in my msa writing folder. does that answer your question. more specifically:
-some writing prompts i’d really like to finish
-aforementioned royalty au which has the most in-depth plot i think ive ever written? its VERY good i really want to share it but unfortunately i have to actually write it first
-some more drabbles, including but not limited to: another “first time something goes very wrong” fic along the lines of darkest place, some self indulgent “rsd is a Grade A Bitch” arthur stuff, a sickfic bc this fandom doesnt have nearly enough, some post-canon stuff about lewis and arthur making up, the list goes on
-a longer post-hellbent thing about lewis killing art, coming back to the rest of the group, and erasing vivi’s memories of arthur (i think ive either posted about that or talked abt it w/ someone? i dont remember exactly tho, anyway its ANGSTY)
Do you accept prompts: yes!! whether i will finish them is another question entirely
Upcoming story you are most excited for: royalty au again. also i forgot to mention for “in progress” but im also writing a very canon divergent fic where after the cave, lewis knows what happened as soon as he wakes up and he goes home and doesnt blame art at all... its good
i’m tagging @doodletrashcan, @ghostly-business, and @yepiamthesmileyface! (sorry if any of yall have been tagged already, & you dont have to do it if you dont want to!)
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